Lorelai: [on the phone] Rory, they're going to find out Christopher is paying for Yale.
Rory: I know.
Lorelai: And they're not gonna like it. It's gonna go over badly. It's gonna be the opening night of Taboo all over again.

Paris: The point is vague.
A.K.: The point is not vague.
Paris: The point is vague! The conclusions are insane.
A.K.: The conclusions are Johns Hopkins', not mine.
Paris: The research is sloppy, the sources are unreliable, the font is wrong, the paper feels thin, and the by-line should read "Story by a petulant 2-year-old who had one too many black and tans last night and so this is what you people get to read". Fix it!

Rory: So you just left it blank? Why, to make them look bad? Because it doesn't make them look bad. It makes you look bad.
Paris: It was up to the sports editor to inform me that no picture was approved.
Rory: You needed someone to remind you you didn't approve a picture?
Paris: Hey, I have a million different things I am doing here!
Rory: Paris, we cannot be publishing papers that have blank spots in them, and we cannot have all our photographers quit because there's not an endless supply of them.
Paris: Oh, please. How hard is it to look through a hole and push a button? I can do it myself.

Richard: [answers phone] Hello?
Lorelai: Hi, Dad. It's Lorelai.
Emily: Lorelai?
Lorelai: Mom?
Richard: Emily?
Emily: Richard?
Lorelai: Rowan? Martin?

Lorelai: Hey, listen to me. I'm serious here. I know you and your grandparents are playing the "who can freeze out who the longest?" Which I know can be fun, but if you ever hope to have a relationship with them again, then someone needs to make the first move. I remember the first Christmas after we left Hartford. We were at the Independence Inn, and I got an invitation to their annual Christmas party, and I didn't go, and that one move defined our entire future relationship. I mean, if I had gone, it would have been awful, but it would have broken the ice, and maybe - and I know this is a big "maybe" - but maybe we would have been a tad closer than we are now or could ever hope to be.
Rory: Maybe, maybe not.
Lorelai: I just know how much you love your grandparents and how important to you it was to have a relationship with them, and I don't want the fact that you inherited my stubbornness to screw all that up.

Lorelai: Come on, Rory. Friday night dinners: cocktails, Mozart, mind games - good times.
Rory: Yeah, but I'm not so sure about this.
Lorelai: Rory, Mom already said she's really into this. You can't back out now.
Rory: She is?
Lorelai: Yeah.
Rory: Grandma said she was into this?
Lorelai: Well, you know, she didn't say it like that, but she said, [British accent] "Oh! Dinner with Rory! How delightful! Well, spit-spot. Alert the corgis."

Rory: Paris? Holy crap.
Paris: I can't talk now.
Rory: What happened to this place? There's no air in here or light. Where are your fire exits? You love fire exits.

Rory: Paris, the paper's not gonna come out.
Paris: Of course it is.
Rory: How? Nothing's done.
Paris: I'm working on it.
Rory: Alone?
Paris: I can do it alone. I've been doing it alone for months. No man is an island, but this woman is.

Sookie: I just think that if Michel had somebody to come home to, he might go home.
Lorelai: Oh, he's been driving me crazy about turning the stable into a spa.
Sookie: What would we do with the horses?
Lorelai: Well, we'd work them in. We'd have the first hot-hoof massage on the east coast.
Sookie: 'Cause they've already got them in California.

Kirk: One sample per person, people. One sample only. Don't make me use the candy thermometer on you.