Lorelai: Never been so wide awake.
Christopher: I'm more wide awake.
Lorelai: So wide awake I could watch the Ken Burns documentary of "Sod" and not drift off.
Christopher: There are 104 fleur-de-lis stencil on the ceiling, that's how wide awake I am.
Lorelai: I tried humming Brahms' "Lullaby" in my head, but it kept morphing into "Purple Rain," and "Purple Rain" made me think of grapes, which made me think of grape jam, which made me think of English muffins slathered in grape jam.

Lorelai: See, this is why French people are so skinny -- 'cause they have no late-night snacks.
Christopher: How do you explain Gerard Depardieu?
Lorelai: Oh, that's obvious. Gerard Depardieu has hogged all the food.

Zach: Babe, could you check on my order?
Lane: Oh, I did. I asked Luke where it was, and Luke said, "From now on, if Zach wants to eat here, he has to stand on his head in the middle of the diner and eat out of a rusty bucket." So I said, "Cool!"
Zach: I couldn't help it, Lane. I was so relieved that your mother wasn't pissed off about the pregnancy. "Cool" just came out, like a happy vocal burp.
Lane: Next time, cover your mouth.

Zach: But those are cool names, and whenever we call for "Marco," Polo would answer with his name, so we'd always know where he was.
Lane: No. We don't even know if they're going to be boys.

Mrs. Kim: We must think like a baby. Anything that can be grabbed with little baby hands must be put up high or locked away in cupboards.
Zach: How'd she get in?
Mrs. Kim: Who couldn't get in? Hiding a key under the mat is like hosting a burglars-only open house.
Lane: Mama, we're gonna baby-proof the apartment, but we've still got like months.
Mrs. Kim: Of course, the drum kit has to go into storage, and you must throw away all of these.
Zach: My guitar picks?
Mrs. Kim: To you, they are guitar picks. To a baby, they are candy waiting to be choked on.
Zach: That's true. One time, I was tuning to an open "e" and holding a pick between my teeth, and Brian made this really funny sound, and I snorted a laugh, so the pick went shooting to the back of my throat.

Lane: Mama, did you shop for us?
Mrs. Kim: Yes, and I will cook dinner as soon as I am finished unpacking.
Lane: Unpacking?
Mrs. Kim: My things.
Lane: You are right. You are adults now. You should raise your children in your own home. It would be wrong for you to move in with me, so I will move in with you. Cool?
Zach: Um...
Lane: Mama? Where's Brian?
Mrs. Kim: Don't worry about Brian. Brian is fine.
[elsewhere, Brian eats with a Korean family:]
Brian: Um, could you please pass the bulgogi?

Christopher: Feels good to be home, huh?
Lorelai: So good. It's funny when you go away, even on a short trip everything looks a little different when you get back.
Christopher: Yep.
Lorelai: Of course, now I'm seeing it with a French perspective.
Christopher: How's it look in French?
Lorelai: American and dusty.
Christopher: I'm gonna go get the rest of our stuff. [they kiss] Welcome home, Mrs. Hayden.