Paris: We have a debate to organize here and this conversation is veering towards the subject of French kissing and glitter eye shadow: Trashy or trendy? And I have no intention of being humiliated in front of the whole class because we were forced to study in the middle of a carnival and you two couldn't keep your eye on the prize. I want to win and I am going to win.
Louise: So, how good of a kisser is Paul Bunyan anyway? [Louise, Madeline and Rory giggle]

Lorelai: So, tell me more about this Rachel.
Sookie: Why are you so curious?
Lorelai: Well, because apparently everybody in town knows everything about it and I don't like to be out of the loop.
Sookie: It's old news.
Lorelai: Yes, but I'm fascinated. I mean I go to Luke's once a day. Sometimes twice. Three times if Michel has talked to one of his relatives and his accent has gotten thicker. I feel I should know the whole story.

Rory: Wow. These are amazing seats.
Louise: [looking at two guys behind them] Yes, they are.
Rory: What are they looking at?
Paris: One guess.
Man: Check it out, we've got fans.
Paris: Was I right?
Rory: You were right.
Paris: And before it's dark, they'll have every picnic basket that's in Jellystone Park.

Lorelai: Hey, was Rachel pretty?
Sookie: What?
Lorelai: I'm just curious. Was she pretty?
Sookie: She was pretty.
Lorelai: Like, what kind of pretty?
Sookie: What do you mean, "What kind of pretty"?
Lorelai: I mean, was she a Catherine Zeta-Jones kind of pretty or a Michelle Pfeiffery pretty, or...
Sookie: She was an Elle MacPherson kind of pretty.
Lorelai: Really?
Sookie: Yep.
Lorelai: That's an intense kind of pretty.
Sookie: You're not kidding.

Paris: I've known Tristin a really long time. We've been in the same class since kindergarten.
Rory: Really?
Paris: Yes. And, well, he has things in his life that are hard. His parents, not so great. We have that in common.
Rory: Okay.
Paris: He kissed me once.
Rory: He did?
Paris: Sixth grade. On a dare.
Rory: How romantic.
Paris: You just don't know him like I do.
Rory: Okay, I believe you. I just think maybe you could do better.
Paris: I know he's flirting with me to get to you but at least he's flirting with me.

Lorelai: Hey, I am not even going to begin to tell you how completely insane it is to take off with anyone you don't know or drink things that you don't know what's in them or act like you have a clue when you don't. But so help my God, if you ever pull a stunt like this again, it will not be around my kid! Do you understand me?
Louise & Madeline: Yes.
Lorelai: Good. Now let's go. I can't wait to meet your parents. We have some catching up to do. I think we'll just talk and talk and talk all night long.
Paris: [to Rory] You know what? I think this is the best night I've ever had.

Lorelai: You didn't wake me up.
Rory: I set the clock.
Lorelai: Yes, but see, the clock stops ringing once I throw it against the wall giving me ample time to fall back to sleep. You, however, never stop yapping no matter how hard I throw you thus ensuring the whole wake-up process.
Lane: I'm gonna get a soda. Want anything?
Rory: Gum.
Lorelai: Yes, the night of my fourteenth birthday back so I could right the green hot pant-roller disco outfit wrong.
Lane: Coming right up.

Lorelai: Find anything good?
Luke: Yeah. I got some refrigerator magnets shaped like sushi for a nickel. So basically I scored.

Lorelai: There's nothing to give up.
Rory: The red-and-black halter top.
Lorelai: Oh, no.
Rory: Why?
Lorelai: It's a classic.
Rory: It's got rhinestones and zebra stripes on it.
Lorelai: So?
Rory: Tassels.
Lorelai: Yes.
Rory: It has tassels, Mom.
Lorelai: Okay. I've had this since I was 17.
Rory: Okay, I'm sorry. Did I mention the tassels?

Rory: Okay. Now, all of this goes. I want you to come over here to this dresser, open up the top drawer, and take out everything you'd be embarrassed to be wearing during a car accident. Meet me downstairs. Move!