Lane: Mother and daughter, together again, and all is right with the world.

Lorelai: What could it be about? I mean, he wouldn't dare be in cahoots with Emily and Richard on something, would he?
Rory: He's not that dumb.
Lorelai: Yeah, but he's vulnerable. They prey on the weak.
Rory: But he said it's something positive. It couldn't involve them.

Christopher: I don't know how you do it, I mean, you always look amazing.
Lorelai: Yeah, well, I get the girls from the Wash & Brush Up company from the Wizard of Oz working for me now.

Paris: [on the phone] Hey, it's me.
Rory: Who's me?
Paris: Oh, my God. You don't recognize your best friend's voice.
Rory: Sorry, Paris. There's noise here.
Paris: So, I'm returning your call.
Rory: Thanks. I just wanted to tell you something. Brrrr! I'm coming back to Yale.
Paris: What was that sound?
Rory: That was a drum roll.
Paris: You really had to drum roll that? Of course you're coming back. What are you going to do without a college degree? Drive a forklift?

Rory: So what did he want to talk to you about?
Lorelai: Well, his grandfather died.
Rory: Oh.
Lorelai: Apparently it was one of those un-sad deaths. Like Buddy Hackett.
Rory: No-one was sad about Buddy Hackett?
Lorelai: No one I saw on the news.

Rory: It's just that there would be residual benefits. It would get me out from under Grandma and Grandpa's thumb, which sounds really good to me right now.
Lorelai: Well, I can't say I don't relate.
Rory: I don't want them to be holding anything over my head. I don't want to owe them anything. There's too much pressure. Too much expected. There are too many strings with these people.
Lorelai: Okay, I'm getting very uncomfortable with the Freaky Friday moment we've got going on here, 'cause it means I have to go to Yale, you have to run the inn, and oh, God, I don't even like thinking about what it would mean for Luke.

Rory: It's feeling better by the second, this idea.
Lorelai: You do understand, you'd basically be cutting Mom and Dad off.
Rory: You don't know what it was like to be living there.
Lorelai: Hello, oppressed one, class of '85!
Rory: But you got out.
Lorelai: No, no. You were only there for three months. You're not in my league. We can't swap war stories yet.
Rory: They had their Reverend come over to talk me out of having sex. They never did that to you.
Lorelai: Five times they did that to me! The last time they triple-teamed me with a priest, a rabbi and a Mormon missionary. I made so many jokes that night, I should have had a microphone and a brick wall behind me. And I never got a forty thousand dollar sex house.
Rory: A what?
Lorelai: You don't want to know.

Christopher: So can I ask you something?
Lorelai: Sure.
Christopher: It involves the E word and the R word.
Lorelai: Please, let's not discuss evolution or recycling. They're just too hot-button.

Lorelai: Hey.
Rory: [o.s.] What?
Lorelai: Make an occasional noise so I know you didn't pull an Elvis.

Rory: I love this bathroom.
Lorelai: Uh, too much! I need the sink.
Rory: You need my sink? What about the other sink?
Lorelai: Oh, I forgot I had two sinks!
Rory: Well, you do.
Lorelai: Look at this. Two sinks. I'm so decadent. I could brush my teeth over this one and spit into that one.
Rory: This is now my official favorite room in the whole world. Besides the Reading Room at the British Museum. But add a dome ceiling and ten million books and you've got yourself a horse race.