Richard: I just thought we should touch base, you and I, after that unfortunate incident last week.
Rory: Grandpa, you already called me about that.
Richard: Yes, I know, but I thought taking a moment to once again say to you in person how...
Rory: I know, and I appreciate it.
Richard: We've never had a fight.
Rory: No.
Richard: This was our first one.
Rory: Yes, it was.
Richard: And I must say, I didn't care for it.
Rory: Neither did I.
Richard: Well... all right. We should go back inside. We're fine now, right?
Rory: We're fine. [Lorelai hugs Richard] Buck up, Private.

Rory: Luke will cheer you up, won't you?
Luke: Oh, sure, I'm great at spreading the joy. What will you have?
Rory: We'll have two coffees and a rant meal. Extra cheese.
Lorelai: No.
Rory: Why?
Lorelai: I'm through ranting. I'll have an acceptance meal and a side of fries.
Rory: Please, you have not accepted this.
Lorelai: I'm a grown woman. I do not need my mother's permission or blessing to be happy.
Luke: Must have been a good Oprah today.

Lorelai: Just a little family drama. No biggie.
Rory: It's a little big.
Luke: Yeah, what's going on?
Lorelai: I told my mother about me getting married and it was slightly ugly.
Luke: Yep.
Lorelai: Yep what?
Luke: Well, there's nothing like a wedding to screw up a family.
Lorelai: Well, in my case, there's nothing like a family to screw up a family.

Rory: What is that?
Lorelai: A hammer.
Rory: It has feathers on it.
Lorelai: Yes.
Rory: Why?
Lorelai: So the rhinestones and bows won't feel lonely.
Rory: What do you want me to do with it?
Lorelai: Build a really pretty house.
Rory: How long is it going to take for me to talk you out of giving that to me?
Lorelai: Forty minutes, an hour tops.
Rory: Hand it over.
Lorelai: Call me when you get home. Be careful.
Rory: I will.
Lorelai: I mean it, Timmy. No falling down the well.

Dean: Where you going?
Rory: I have to build a house.
Dean: Okay, so where you going?
Rory: I'm serious.
Dean: You're going to build a house?
Rory: It's for charity, and I'm late. And why don't you go on inside and you and my mom can continue the Rory's-building-a-house routine. And when that gets boring, you can move on to "Who's on First?"

Rory: She does that. She takes things that aren't pretty, and makes them pretty like a hammer. One time, she made individual outfits for my Liquid Paper bottles: A clown, a cowboy, a newscaster. She's not insane. She just sounds it.

Rory: I called the Fireflies. Do they need troop leaders? Yes. "I'll be a troop leader." The only catch is it's summer, camping season. I need wilderness skills. Why did you never take me camping?
Lorelai: Camping? I couldn't get you to step on wet grass until you were three.
Rory: If you'd taken me camping, I'd have wilderness skills.
Lorelai: Well, I'll tell you what, I'll take you upstairs, I'll throw you out the window. If you manage to grab the tree, I'll be your witness.
Rory: I called the Sunnyside Home. "Do they need volunteers?" And believe it or not, they don't. But they do need an accordion player for their Friday night polka party.
Lorelai: How come I never forced you to learn the accordion?
Rory: The library was closed. I can call them tomorrow but they only have twelve books, so I'm not counting on that. If the tutoring program at Chilton is still taking names, I guess I can do that.

Lorelai: Listen, why don't I cancel on Max tonight? I'll hang out with you, we can make popcorn reminisce about how I never forced you to become a missionary.

Lorelai: Listen, I would reconsider calling Dean. It's not his fault that you're so fabulous he can't think about anything else.
Rory: I know.
Lorelai: I mean, he just sits in his room, eating Froot Loops out of the box saying your name over and over.
Rory: Time is ticking.
Lorelai: "Rory, I love you." "Rory, I will not be ignored."
Rory: Leave.
Lorelai: Okay, I'll be home early. Bye.

Lorelai: Oh, my God. What is this?
Sookie: Uh, the dinner special.
Lorelai: The dinner special is a heart-shaped pastry with "Max and Lorelai" written on it?
Sookie: I couldn't find any good salmon.
Lorelai: Oh, Sookie, you're throwing me a wedding shower, aren't you?
Sookie: It was supposed to be a surprise.