Richard: Champagne?
Lorelai: Trying to get me drunk so I forget that you wouldn't let me blow out my own candles?
Richard: Oh, dear, is this going to be another one of those stories that you tell people for the rest of your life like the bunny story?
Lorelai: His name was Murray, Mom.
Richard: Oh, Emily, you had to bring that up.
Lorelai: How could you think I wouldn't notice you gave away my rabbit?
Emily: Because you were four and terrified of the thing.
Lorelai: I was not terrified, I simply respected his space.
Richard: Ooh. You slept in the maid's room for a week.
Lorelai: I wonder where Murray is now.
Richard: In a shoebox somewhere, I assume.

Richard: Once again, a toast to Lorelai on her 36th birthday.
Lorelai: 35th.
Richard: Really?
Lorelai: You're doing the math?
Richard: Right, sorry. To Lorelai on her 35th birthday.

Lorelai: It was from that investment, Mom.
Richard: I'd appreciate it if you'd stay out of this.
Lorelai: Why are you mad at me?
Richard: I told you not to tell your mother about that money.
Lorelai: When did you tell me that?
Richard: At lunch.
Lorelai: You did not.
Richard: I did, too.
Lorelai: Dad, I swear you didn't tell me not to tell Mom.
Richard: Why do you think I met you in the day at a restaurant, Lorelai? Think.

Lorelai: Mom, please. Just because I gave you this money doesn't mean we're never gonna come over here again. We will come over. Maybe not every week, but there will be the occasional Friday night dinners.
Emily: No, there won't.
Rory: Grandma...
Emily: I don't need anybody doing me any favors. You are released from your obligation, Lorelai. Have a nice birthday, have a nice life, I'm going to bed.
Lorelai: Dad...
Richard: Not now!

Lorelai: Oh, my God. What is that?
Rory: The world's largest pizza. Almost.
Lorelai: That is amazing.
Rory: You like it?
Lorelai: I love it. Thank you honey. Hey, what happened to Kirk?