Michel: Is that a rhetorical question?
Man: I beg your pardon?
Michel: You said, "Who doesn't love the spring fling festival?" And I'm asking...
Lorelai: Because we just can't imagine anyone who doesn't love it. Michel, will you grab their keys?

Lorelai: [on the phone] You can give him the grand tour of Stars Hollow, and I'll show embarrassing pictures of you picking your nose.
Rory: Oh, no. No baby pictures.
Lorelai: Who said they're baby pictures? So, um, you're bringing a guy home.
Rory: It's not like I picked him up at a truck stop.
Lorelai: No, no, I know. You're bringing a suitor, a gentleman caller, home to Stars Hollow. I'm gonna have to get out my pipe and dust off my "What are your intentions?" cue cards.

Rory: Okay, here we are! This is the entryway, or the foyer, if you're feeling fancy or French.
Logan: Wow.
Rory: You can just leave that stuff here. What do you mean "wow"? When you walk into your parents' foyer, there is a genuine-article Magritte right there and a chandelier the size of a Volkswagen. Now, that is a foyer with a capital "F."
Logan: Yeah but this is where Rory Gilmore grew up. The Rory Gilmore.

Rory: And this right here this is the very curb where I fell off my bicycle the second time.
Logan: Wait, is that blood?
Rory: Yeah, you joke, but it was very traumatic, okay? I scraped up my whole face. There was a big old scab on my nose the first two weeks of fifth grade. Oh, they called me Bozo.
Logan: Bozo.
Rory: And Rudolph and scab nose.
Logan: Oh.
Rory: This is the curb where I fell off my bike the third time.
Logan: Oh, poor little scab nose.
Rory: Yes. It's also the place where I decided I would never ride a bicycle again in my entire life, or at least till the end of elementary school.
Logan: There should be a plaque.
Rory: There should be.

Logan: When you were younger, were you in the dance of the daffodils?
Rory: Maybe.
Logan: You were, weren't you?
Rory: Well, therein lies the psychological injury.
Logan: What happened?
Rory: I didn't bloom. My headpiece malfunctioned.
Logan: Poor little scab nose.

Babette: What about Morey's salty nuts?! How's he supposed to have his salty nuts booth if we don't have a lemonade booth? If people start eating salty nuts and they don't have easy access to lemonade, their mouths will fall off.

Gypsy: Oh, my god. What the hell is that?
Kirk: I am the Minotaur!
Lorelai: [to Sookie] The weird thing is he's been in that head under that velvet cloth this whole time.
Kirk: Although the word "labyrinth" is used interchangeably with "maze," maze scholars insist upon a distinction.
Babette: Hey, Kirk! What's with the cow's head?
Taylor Doose: Where are you people going?
Kirk: A labyrinth is a universal maze, a maze without branches, without choices...

Lorelai: I am shocked. I-I'm shocked to find there's cooking going on in here.
Rory: It is shocking, isn't it?
Logan: We're making paella.
Lorelai: Paella? Who can even spell paella, let alone make it.

Lorelai: Um, but Rory said you're working on some new ideas. How's that going?
Logan: Great. Really great. It's an exciting time. This is the real dot-com renaissance. Everything's changing from the way media is sourced to the way we buy things to what we buy. All the restrictions of the brick-and-mortar retail mall are gonna be a thing of the past.
Lorelai: Hmm.
Logan: Oh, yeah, it's way beyond Amazon and eBay now. It's kind of like what's going on with these simulation games, like Second Life or World of Warcraft. Actual currency is being exchanged for virtual goods.
Lorelai: Oh, yeah?
Logan: I mean theoretically, I could make a fortune selling virtual Lightsabers or something on Everquest 2.
Lorelai: Whatever happened to selling encyclopedias? Not virtual enough, I guess.