Lorelai: I need your advice on something. What do you think?
Rory: Huh.
Lorelai: Not good?
Rory: I'm not sure. Have you tried the arts-and-leisure section?
Lorelai: I need you to be serious.
Rory: You're wearing a newspaper on your head.
Lorelai: I know.
Rory: And you need me to be serious?
Lorelai: I am trying to figure out veil lengths here.
Rory: Oh, well, sure.
Lorelai: See, I kind of like this shoulder-length, kind of semi-poofy thing like this. But there's also a longer one that may be interesting.
Rory: Longer. Sure.
Lorelai: And then there's the full-on Diana.
Rory: Right.
Lorelai: Which is nice, but it just might be a little... You're reading me.

Rory: Why not go to a wedding dress place and try a real veil on?
Lorelai: No way.
Rory: Why?
Lorelai: Too much taffeta. Gives me cotillion flashbacks.
Rory: Okay, fine. Could you bend over so I can see what the weather will be like tomorrow?
Lorelai: Actually, I went in one of those places yesterday.
Rory: You did? Which one?
Lorelai: Marry Meme's.
Rory: Ah. I see we're going top of the line.
Lorelai: Ugh. It was horrible! Apparently, you need to order your wedding dress the first day of junior high. And if you haven't, it's off the rack for you, missy. I tried on three dresses, one of which gave me a rash. Has anyone missed the bustle? I haven't.
Rory: It was not that bad.
Lorelai: They all looked wrong. I'm going to be gross, and all the children will laugh. And Max will realize he's made a horrible mistake. And then people will walk away, exactly as you're doing now.

Rory: Let's go.
Lorelai: Where?
Rory: Wedding dress shopping.
Lorelai: Uh, you're reading.
Rory: I'm done.
Lorelai: You need to see Dean.
Rory: He's playing softball.
Lorelai: Your cure for cancer's almost finished.
Rory: We are going to find the perfect thing for you to wear on your perfect wedding day. There will be no pointing, mocking, or walking out.
Lorelai: I didn't say pointing. Why did you say 'pointing'?

Louise: Spending the summer at Chilton. Happy, happy, joy, joy.
Madeline: If I don't improve my French grades, I can kiss Vassar goodbye.
Paris: You need to follow a study schedule. I've been telling you this since second grade.
Louise: Which worries both of us.
Madeline: Maybe I won't go to college.
Paris: You have to go.
Louise: Princess Grace didn't go.
Paris: Thank you for the history lesson.
Louise: Take a pill.
Paris: Marry rich.

Paris: Fine. Forget it.
Rory: Why don't you want me to go?
Paris: I don't care if you go.
Rory: You just spent a lot of energy trying to convince me not to.
Paris: I'm late for class.
Rory: Are you seriously going to be mad because you thought I was dating Tristin, even though I wasn't, for the rest of your life?
Paris: I have great commitment.
Rory: And you don't see how stupid that is?
Paris: I'm sorry if you thought we had some deep Thelma and Louise thing, but we didn't.

Henry: What classes are you taking?
Rory: Shakespeare, Physics, Obscure Russian Poetry.
Henry: Wow. I'm still trying to get through Trig., but third time's the charm.

Henry: I haven't talked to her in a while. I called once.
Rory: And?
Henry: Her mother answered.
Rory: Oops.
Henry: She sounded angry.
Rory: No, that's just Mrs. Kim.
Henry: I hung up, 12 times. And on the 13th time, she said she'd have the FBI trace the call and have me thrown in prison. And though I know logically the punishment for multiple hang-ups probably isn't prison she sounded so capable of doing real damage that I...
Rory: Stopped calling?

Emily: We're going to have to eat quickly. Your father has an early flight tomorrow morning.
Lorelai: Oh, I'm good. Rory's going to build a house tomorrow. I thought it was a little weird, too.
Emily: Walk as you babble, please.
Lorelai: Somebody must have scratched the silver.
Emily: Bring the bread out, too. And pour the wine, please. Come on, hurry up.
Lorelai: Yeah, because we don't want our salad to get cold.

Richard: You started.
Emily: You have a 6:00 flight.
Richard: 6:00? Are you sure?
Emily: What do you mean? Of course I'm sure. I checked it thrice with your secretary, because I know she's an idiot and all three times she told me 6:00. I wrote it down. I have your ticket right out on the-
Emily: You're teasing me.
Richard: Very possible.
Emily: I don't find that amusing, Richard.
Richard: Exactly the point of teasing, Emily.

Richard: Rory.
Rory: Grandpa.
Richard: May I speak with you for a moment, please?
Rory: Okay. [both exit]
Lorelai: Hmm. I wonder what that's all about. [Emily is silent] I guess we'll find out later, right? [Emily remains silent] Hey, whatever happened to Xuxa?