Lorelai: You came.
Emily: Of course we came. We were invited. Hello, Christopher. Why did you think we would not come?
Lorelai: You thought the invitation was rude.
Emily: It was rude. However, it would have been equally rude for us not to attend to the wedding when we were perfectly capable of doing so, so we came. That's called "rising above it".

Michel: I have a wonderful suggestion.
Lorelai: Great. Let's hear it.
Michel: Okay, here we go. How about I leave?
Lorelai: And then do what?
Michel: That's it. I leave and I don't have to listen to this insanity anymore. What do you think? I love it.

Lorelai: Wait. Why are you eating?
Rory: You took 30 minutes to come in.
Lorelai: But I'm here now, and, hey, I'm like cheese.
Dean: What?
Rory: She gets better with time.
Dean: Ah.

Lorelai: Good doughnut selection this morning, really. Good variety, good color, good goodness. Well, so the choices are there. It all comes down to what I'm in the mood for. Sprinkled or chocolate or jelly or glazed. Maple or kicky or apple or raised. [chuckles] A little doughnut rhyme there. [clears throat] Never mind.

Louise: Okay, 150 students were polled.
Madeline: A total cross-section.
Louise: We talked to people that we should never even have to stand near.
Madeline: The hairstyles alone proved the Farrelly brothers are not making it up.
Paris: I'm sorry. Have I ever been mistaken for a patient person?

Paris: So that's it. I'm in.
Madeline: Not quite.
Paris: How is it not quite? Most competent, most qualified. What else is there?
Louise: Well, we also polled likeability.
Paris: And?
Madeline: And while people think you're smart-
Paris: And competent.
Louise: And competent, they also find you, well, a tad...
Madeline: Scary.
Louise: Someone thought a Halloween mask of you would sell big.

Paris: Well, fine. They don't like me. Big deal, right? I'm still most competent.
Louise: Well, yes. But when asked if the likeability issue would affect their voting choice, almost 100% said yes.
Paris: That's crazy. You mean, people would rather vote for a moronic twink who they liked over someone who can actually do the job?
Louise: Sad but true.
Paris: Well, what do I do?
Madeline: Hope for a sex scandal?
Paris: Louise?
Louise: Oh, I'm on it.

Lorelai: How do you feel?
Rory: Great.
Lorelai: Not at all sad?
Rory: About getting my arm back? No.
Lorelai: Really? 'Cause I've kind of gotten used to Castie over here. I mean, we decorated him. We talked to him. We protected him from getting wet.
Rory: Okay, it's time to stop getting attached to inanimate objects.
Lorelai: Castie, no one understands you like I do. What? No, I did not know Mr. Band-Aid said that to you. Ugh, will talk to him when we get home.

Christopher: So where to next?
Rory: Actually, I have to get home. I have to review my campaign platform.
Christopher: Campaign platform?
Lorelai: Yes, our little Hillary Clinton here is running for Student Body Vice-President.
Rory: Yes, elections are on Friday, but I'm very torn about which way I want it to go.

Miss Patty: A toast. Everybody, a toast.
Kirk: Ladies, gentlemen, honored guests... who owns the silver Volvo? 'Cause you're blocking me in.
Miss Patty: Well, it's better than the toast he made at the Abromowitz wedding.
Christopher: How long before I move the car?
Lorelai: Give it another 10 minutes.
Kirk: Come on, I've got to go. My mom is waiting. This isn't funny.