Lorelai: I will tell them when I'm ready. You have to accept that because I'm the mother and you're the daughter. And in some cultures, that means you have to do what I say.
Rory: If you don't tell them in two weeks, I will.
Lorelai: Though apparently not in this one.

Lorelai: [inhales deeply] Mom. I have something to tell you.
Emily: Yes?
Lorelai: Well, it's like this, um... Could you put down your fork for a second? Thank you. Okay, um... You know Max?
Emily: No, I don't.
Lorelai: I know you don't know-him know him, but you know of him, right?
Emily: I've heard rumblings.
Lorelai: Okay, well, um... Max and I have been serious for quite a while now. He asked me to marry him and I said yes. I'm getting married.
Emily: Well, I think that's very nice. I certainly hope we'll be in town for it, but if not, we'll send a nice gift. Now excuse me. I'm going to check on the roast.

Rory: Maybe she'll think about it and call you and say she's sorry.
Lorelai: "Mom, I'm getting married." I'm an idiot. And, you know, as my mouth was opening my mind was screaming, "Don't do it. I mean it. You'll regret it." But did my mouth listen?
Rory: No.
Lorelai: And it opened, and the words came out, and Emily was Emily and my mouth was stunned, and my mind said, "I told you so." And then my mouth got mad 'cause no mouth likes to have its nose rubbed in it. And now my mind and mouth aren't talking. It'll be weeks before we get the boys together again.
Rory: Your mouth has a nose?

Rory: Hey, Henry?
Lane: Called him.
Rory: And?
Lane: He likes me. He's perfect. I'll never see him again. You'll read about it in my novel, A Connecticut Yankee in Pusan.

Dean: I just thought we could hang today, see a movie, get something to eat. We could go to a bookstore, I'll watch you browse for some hours.
Rory: I would love to, but I have to do this.
Dean: Blow it off.
Rory: I can't.
Dean: Did I mention the bookstore for six or seven hours?
Rory: How about tonight? We can get a pizza and go on Amazon. You'll be just as bored watching me order books, I promise.
Dean: [sighs] Deal.

Lorelai: Okay, I'm officially way too tired to go out tonight, so I'm not trusting my accessorizing instincts. Tell me what you think.
Rory: I have no wilderness skills.
Lorelai: So you hate the purse?
Rory: How am I supposed to get into Harvard if I have no wilderness skills?
Lorelai: I don't know, honey. Maybe you'll have to give up your dream of majoring in logging.

Michel: I don't care.
Sookie: I just need a quick opinion.
Michel: It took me two seconds to tell you I don't care. That's as quick as I get.
Sookie: This is Lorelai's engagement party. It's a once-in-a-lifetime event. And I want it to be perfect.
Michel: I am working.
Sookie: Just pick a cookie!
Michel: I don't want to.
Sookie: Michel, for the rest of their lives Lorelai and Max are going to think back on their engagement party. And they're going to talk about three things. They're going to talk about the friends who came, the special song they danced to, and the cookies that they ate.
Michel: Their world is very small, isn't it?
Sookie: Macaroons or chocolate praline?
Michel: Go back to the cooking room.
Sookie: Not until you eat these and tell me what you think.
Michel: Sookie, I only eat 1,500 calories a day. If I eat that, I cannot have my Boca Burger later.

Rory: But I don't want you to feel unimportant, because, believe me, you're not.
Dean: I'm glad.
Rory: I mean it. The only way you could be more important to me is if you had a Kit Kat bar growing out of your head.
Dean: Well, I can't make any promises, but I'll give it a try.

Rory: Funny. I never pictured you as a Bob Vila kind of girl.
Paris: Rebuilding Together is an extremely prestigious and respected organization. I've been volunteering for them for years.
Rory: Really? You just love the overalls?

Lorelai: I have officially changed my order. I'll have the Luke's-giving-Lorelai-a-migraine meal.
Luke: Blue cheese or ranch?
Lorelai: Both.
Luke: Coming right up.