Sophie Bloom: It's after 6:00. We're closed!
Lane: Five more minutes?
Sophie Bloom: Nope. Now!
Lane: So, you're from New York, huh?
Sophie Bloom: Yes, I am.
Lane: I want to go to New York some day.
Sophie Bloom: Good for you!
Lane: Did you like it there?
Sophie Bloom: It was all right.
Lane: What part of New York did you live in?
Sophie Bloom: Okay, look, what's your name?
Lane: Lane Kim.
Sophie Bloom: Very nice to meet you, Lane Kim. Now, you have got to get out of here because I am going to close and you are not going to schmooze me into forgetting that I am going to close.

Lane: Wait!
Sophie Bloom: What?
Lane: I have got to have those drums!
Sophie Bloom: Great! Cash or credit?
Lane: No, see, I have no money. Plus ,even if I did have money, there's no way I could take those home with me because my mother would never stop crying. So I have a proposal.
Sophie Bloom: Uh-huh.
Lane: Twice a week on Wednesday and Friday nights at 6:00, I could come and practice here.
Sophie Bloom: Wow, that sounds great.
Lane: Now, I'm not expecting you to let me do this for free or anything. I'll clean or do inventory, or stock stuff, or whatever it is you need done.
Sophie Bloom: I don't need that much done.

Lane: Well then, I can do other things, also, like... Hey, do you know Korean?
Sophie Bloom: No!
Lane: Then I could teach you.
Sophie Bloom: Why would I want to learn Korean?
Lane: Why wouldn't you? It's an interesting language! And being bilingual in this day and age can only be a plus.
Sophie Bloom: Please, go home!
Lane: I can't. I can't go home until you say yes! I have to rock. I have to. Please, I'm so begging you! Let me rock.
Sophie Bloom: Why Wednesdays and Fridays?
Lane: Because that's when my mom has her Bible group.
Sophie Bloom: Okay, let's see what you got.
Lane: Really? Oh, my God, thank you! Can I hit them this time?
Sophie Bloom: Go ahead.
Lane: Yes! [plays drums]
Sophie Bloom: [shouts] I'll be in the back in case the cops come.
Lane: Hey, do you mind turning off the lights on your way out? My mom sometimes walks home this way.

Luke: Does it hurt?
Rory: No, not really. Just itches a little.
Luke: Yeah, I can imagine. Make sure you don't use a pencil.
Rory: Excuse me?
Luke: Your arm, you know, when it itches? I broke my arm once. Itching drove me crazy. Grabbed a pencil, shoved it down the cast to scratch, you know...
Rory: Bad results?
Luke: Bad results.
Rory: Got it. No pencils, I promise.

Rory: What?
Lorelai: Nothing. Are you tilting?
Rory: No.
Lorelai: I think you're tilting.
Rory: I'm not.
Lorelai: Want to hold on to my purse? It might even you out.
Rory: Stop any time you like. What are you doing?
Lorelai: I'm going to put a pen on top of your head and see if it rolls off.
Rory: Okay, see, this is not how you console the injured.

Lorelai: Why are we standing?
Rory: The sign says, "Wait to be seated".
Lorelai: Yeah, but we are not automatons, we are rule breakers and there are 50 open tables.
Rory: You're exaggerating.
Lorelai: One, two, three, four, fifty. No, I'm not.
Rory: I'm sure someone will help us soon.
Lorelai: We should be eating. I'm hungry. This is crazy. Don't they want us eating? Isn't that the point of The Hungry Diner? To feed the hungry diner? Or is the point to keep the hungry diner hungry? In which case, they should call it The Eternally Hungry Diner, 'cause you're not going to get any food here, loser.
Rory: That'll be quite a sign.

Lorelai: Oh, how convenient. They have pictures of all the food in case you've been living in a cave for the last 50 years and have no idea what a stack of pancakes looks like.

Lorelai: Well, it looks like coffee, smells like coffee.
Rory: Ugh, the comparison stops there.
Lorelai: This sucks!
Rory: Just put a lot of stuff so you can't taste it.
Lorelai: How am I going to fit my three sugars into Barbie's Malibu Dream Cup here? It'll be all sugar and no coffee.
Rory: You might prefer it that way.

Lorelai: No problem. It gives me extra time to work on my why-Rory's-wearing-a-cast story for your grandparents.
Rory: Yeah? What have you got so far?
Lorelai: Really big bees.
Rory: Huh. Well, it's good you've got the time.
Lorelai: Yeah, it is.

Lorelai: Dad, there's another Margie out there. Honest. Just give it a chance.
Richard: An office without Margie.
Emily: Seems inconceivable.
Lorelai: Dream with me here, folks. [all drink]