Lorelai: Post-its.
Richard: My goodness, look at all the Post-its. I had no idea they came in so many shapes and colors. I'm going to get a 12-pack for myself in various hues.
Lorelai: Wise move.
Richard: And one for Emily. I've seen she posts notes on her vanity mirror to remind her of various activities.
Lorelai: She'll think it's Christmas.
Richard: Done. Now, what else is on the hit parade?
Lorelai: Well, might be controversial, but I was thinking of a three-hole punch if we can find one.
Richard: I think we're both up to the challenge. Shall we?

Lane: Dawn Powell? I've never heard of her.
Rory: Nobody has, which is a shame because she wrote 16 amazing novels, nine plays and there are some who actually claim it was Powell who made the jokes that Dorothy Parker got credit for.
Lane: Blasphemy!
Rory: I know. I'm trying not to hold it against Dawn Powell though till I have proof she was involved with the smear campaign.

Lane: Hey, look! They finally took the boards off the windows.
Rory: Ooh, I wonder what it's going to be.
Lane: I don't know.
Rory: What's that in the corner?
Lane: I think it's a bass. It's a bass! And look, there are guitars on the wall. Oh, my God, it's a music shop!
Rory: Wow, that is so much better than the ceramic circus store we thought was going in.
Lane: I can't believe it! Stars Hollow has taken its first steps toward being cool. I wonder when it's going to open.
Rory: If you keep pushing on the glass like that, much sooner than anticipated.

Lorelai: [answers phone] Gilmore Group. May I help you?
Emily: Yes. Richard Gilmore, please.
Lorelai: Oh, um... [imitates bimbo] Certainly. May I ask who's calling?
Emily: Emily Gilmore.
Lorelai: And does he know what this is about?
Emily: Well, I hope so. I'm his wife.
Lorelai: [giggles] Oh, but Richard didn't say anything about being married.
Emily: What?!
Lorelai: Oh, Mom, relax. It's me.
Emily: Lorelai?
Lorelai: Yes.
Emily: Well, you're crude and unprofessional.
Lorelai: I'd like that on my tombstone.

Babette: Look at you being brave like that after all you've been through. It's so hard being a woman, isn't it?
Rory: I guess.
Babette: I mean, you got your morals, your standards, and good common sense and then, bam, you meet some guy, and all that goes right out the window. For every good woman, there's a dirty little wolf ready to lead her astray! You can't help it. He's got the eyes, the chin, chest hair you could carpet your dining room with. I mean, what's a woman to do? We're not made of steel, for God's sakes!
Rory: Babette.
Babette: I was in a cult once! Did I tell you that?
Rory: No.
Babette: I met this guy once. Gorgeous, tan, looked just like Mickey Hargitay. We had coffee. He gave me a pamphlet. Next thing you know I'm wearing a muumuu, playing a tambourine, jumping up and down at the airport!
Rory: I really have to get inside.
Babette: Sure, honey. Take good care of yourself. And don't be embarrassed, toots! This has happened to all of us.

Lane: [on the phone] I have found my calling.
Rory: What are you talking about?
Lane: I'm talking about my future, my path, my destiny, my thing, my scene, my bag. I'm talking about the number-one item on my cosmic to-do list!
Rory: Which is?
Lane: I'm gonna be a drummer!
Rory: You're kidding!
Lane: I went into that new music store today. I don't know why I went in. I just had to. Something told me, "Lane Kim, there's something in there you need to see." And there it was. It was red and shiny. I'm so excited I can't breathe!

Richard: Good, they threw in pickles like I asked. It's great having this place just across the street.
Lorelai: You'll never starve.
Richard: Hmm. Maybe we should start a tab with them so we don't have to pay cash every day.
Lorelai: Already done.
Richard: Amazing! You're like the tiny fellow on that M*A*S*H program. Always anticipating.

Lorelai: Does your arm hurt?
Rory: No, I'm just tired, I guess.
Lorelai: All right, we won't stay very long. Just long enough to get five or six withering stares from my dad and be taken down three or four notches by my mother. Then we're out of there.

Lorelai: Oh, jeez, this is worse than the clowns in the Volkswagen.

Emily: Isn't it wonderful, everyone showing up for your father?
Lorelai: Yeah, but don't you ever think about scaling back a little?
Emily: I scaled back a lot. I cut two appetizers, I canceled the champagne fountain and I reduced the catering staff to six servers, not counting the point man.
Lorelai: Well, you can't not have a point man, then what's the point?
Emily: If you make it look cheap, people think you're unsuccessful.
Lorelai: Absolutely right. Better to deprive them of oxygen so they don't have to think at all.
Emily: It is rather warm here, isn't it?