Rory: You bought me a hat?
Lorelai: No, it's a hat box, filled with these. These are notes, written on whatever I had on hand at the time. Any time I had a topic I wanted to share with you or a random thought during that crappy time apart of ours, I jotted it down and threw it in the hat box so I wouldn't forget.
Rory: Really?
Lorelai: I missed you, kid.
Rory: I missed you too. So, hit me with 'em.
Lorelai: While we walk to Luke's. Come on. Some of these are pretty cryptic. Um, "Lenny Kravitz"... "Where did Lenny Kravitz..."
Rory: Get all his money?
Lorelai: Yes, one hit and he's buying a Fifth Avenue mansion.
Rory: Maybe he went through Nicole Kidman's wallet when she wasn't looking.
Lorelai: That's got to be it.

Rory: [on the phone] Where are you right now, by the way?
Paris: I'm here. At the Daily News.
Rory: By yourself?
Paris: No, everyone's here. I just like a super-quiet atmosphere. No extraneous talking, and I've even had the computer keyboards deadened.
Rory: So they're getting no break for Thanksgiving?
Paris: I put up a fold-out paper turkey and I laid out some Oscar Meyer.

Lane: Next Wednesday night, I need you. Tell me you're not busy.
Rory: I'm not sure, why?
Lane: We're doing a showcase. Me and the band. Not a gig, a showcase. And a label's going to be there. I'm shaking! I shouldn't shake, I'm a drummer, it'll mess up the beat. But, my God, we're playing for a label.
Rory: Wow. Lane, I'm absolutely there. This is big.
Lane: Very big. Unless it's a Waiting for Guffman thing and the label guys don't show up. Did I just jinx it?
Rory: I don't know. Let's do that un-jinxing thing we used to do, just in case.
Lane: Good. Jinx back, double pinkie, round the side, double pinkie, jinx back.

Rory: Okay, my toes are all sugared.
Lorelai: Okay, good! Now do the hokey-pokey and turn yourself around.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: All you have to do is pet him and you're in.
Rory: You're evil.
Lorelai: Yes, I am.

Lorelai: Okay, stop. Now go in the kitchen and put sugar on your toes.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: And quickly, because first impressions are crucial and you're blowing it big time.
Rory: Sugar on my toes?
Lorelai: Yes, he loves sugar, so the first time you come close to him, if you've got sugar on your toes that he can lick and enjoy, you're in.
Rory: He's going to lick it?
Lorelai: Go, quick!
Rory: Okay.
Lorelai: [o.s.] Wet your toes first so it sticks!
Rory: What?
Lorelai: Dry sugar on a dry toe isn't going to work!

Lorelai: "Computer MP down-" Oh. I want to download music. There's so much out there. Can you help me figure that out? MP3 players?
Rory: I can do that. Next?
Lorelai: Eh, "Kirk skeet shooting".
Rory: That's a bad combination.
Lorelai: Yeah, it's the first time the town church has taken gunfire since the eighteenth century.
Rory: You miss so much so quickly!

Lorelai: Oh, I started reading Beowulf, that new translation you recommended.
Rory: The Seamus Heaney? Good for you.
Lorelai: Yeah. And stopped reading Beowulf, jotted on the same slip three minutes later.
Rory: Well, you gave it the old college try.

Lorelai: Ladies and gentlemen, Rory Gilmore.
Rory: Hi, Luke.
Lorelai: Hey, Rory, you're back.
Rory: I'm back.
Luke: You look good. Healthy, happy. Huh, here with your mom, both of you here. Yeah, it's great, you know. Yay! I don't think I've ever said 'yay' before.
Lorelai: Sounded weird.
Luke: A little.

Rory: What was that sound you were making?
Lorelai: A drum roll.
Rory: It sounded like a helicopter or something.
Luke: That's what I said.
Lorelai: Has no one heard a drum roll before?

Lorelai: Oh, hey, you were with me when I wrote this. Uh, what does it say?
Luke: Oh, this is from that stupid Mexican restaurant we went to.
Lorelai: Right. I wrote something on the other side.
Luke: Man, this place stunk!
Lorelai: I know, but read the back, there. I've got to know what it says.
Luke: Look what we paid. Unbelievable.
Lorelai: Downright usurious. Now, look at the other side, there. The "brazzelfrat"?
Luke: They did charge me for that second beer. I never got it.
Lorelai: Scandalous. But the other side.
Luke: Six bucks for guacamole.
Lorelai: [groans] Oh, just bring me what she's having.