Emily: Now fill it with premium, not whatever sludge they try to pass off as regular.
Luke: Premium, you got it.
Emily: You do know how to drive a European car, don't you?
Lorelai: Mom.
Luke: Absolutely. Don't worry.
Emily: There's nothing to yank. It's a Jaguar, not a lawn mower.

Emily: Here you go, Logan. Now have him put the salmon, the swordfish, the king mackerel, and the tuna in the downstairs freezer and the trout, sea bass, snapper, and bluefish in the butler's pantry.

Emily: I can hardly tell what anything is. Look at that pale, misshapen thing. Is that a sandwich or a piece of chicken?
Lorelai: Maybe it's a chicken sandwich. Oh no, it's quiche.
Emily: That's a quiche? That blobby, white thing is supposedly quiche lorraine?
Lorelai: It doesn't say "quiche lorraine." Maybe it's "quiche blobby white thing."

Rory: I also found a bunch of his albums. Bobby Short singing Cole Porter, a couple of his favorite Gershwin ones - Rhapsody in Blue and An American in Paris - also a couple of Scott Joplin records, although Scott Joplin might be a little zazzly for the hospital.
Logan: Yeah, I don't know what their policy about ragtime is.
Rory Oh, I also found Chuck Berry at the Fillmore, which I gave him for his 60th birthday. Also, a little Schubert and Debussy, which should be nice and relaxing. Although I didn't find the Bing Crosby album I wanted. It's with his son Gary. It's this song called "When You and I were Young, Maggie Blues." And when grandpa hears it, he sings along and he says, "Oh, I always wanted to be a crooner."

Rory: Okay, we have a deck of cards, we have the chessboard. We have what I think is a backgammon set. I grabbed grandma two outfits, I grabbed her a pair of pants because I wanted her to be comfortable, but then I thought that might be offensive to her.
Logan: Offensive how?
Rory: I have no idea. Then I grabbed a skirt, but that opened up the whole stockings, pantyhose, "going through my grandma's underwear drawer" can of worms. And each outfit needs a different top and a different pair of shoes. Do you want to know who rivals Imelda Marcos?
Logan: Emily Gilmore?
Rory: It's unbelievable. No biped needs to have that many pairs of shoes.

Rory: Do you know what else I wanted to grab? By Grandpa's bed, there is a bookmarked copy of A Monetary History of the United States.
Logan: Because who doesn't love Milton Friedman?
Rory: Well, Milton Friedman's on the syllabus, so I thought maybe he'd want it.

Emily: Everything's in order, you'll be glad to know. I called Harold Larkin and the chairman of the economics department. They both send their best wishes for a speedy recovery. I canceled our dinner reservations for the next couple of weeks. Oh, and I sent regrets to Sarah Osgood, who's hosting the D.A.R. spring fling this year. I left word for the Sudburys that we won't be able to host bridge this week. Uh, what else? Oh, and I've been in touch with Quentin. He's been kept abreast of the whole situation. And I bought fish, Richard, so much fish... Tuna and trout and snapper and salmon and...
Richard: Sounds just fine, Emily. That sounds just fine.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Hi, it's me -- again. Um, Dad's out of surgery, and it went well, and he's doing fine, so... It's good news. I just... I wanted you to know because I don't know why. 'Cause you haven't returned any of my calls. But I just thought I would, uh, tell you what's going on because... I'm your wife and I think that's what I'm supposed to do. No idea how to be your wife, but I'm trying. You're my husband, you know, and it seems like you should be here or call me back. I mean, I'm pretty sure that's what married people do, is be there for each other. But I know you're upset, and I know we had a fight, but this is just bigger than that, you know? It's my dad, and he's had a heart attack. And everybody's been here. I mean, I've talked to Sookie and even Michel and Patty and Babette, and they've all been here for me, but... [sighs] my husband's not here. That's not okay, Chris, you know? It's not okay.

Rory: Here we go. A little "Maggie Blues."
Richard: Ah!
Rory: That is Bing and Gary Crosby.
Lorelai: Why doesn't anybody name their kid "Bing" anymore?
Rory: You could have named me "Bing."
Lorelai: I thought about it. You didn't look like a Bing.
Rory: I don't even know if I should be insulted.
Richard: I wish I were a crooner.

Rory: I also brought you some Gershwin, some Chuck Berry, and the Andrews sisters. Ooh, and some Milton Friedman.
Lorelai: The guy who sang "Spirit in the Sky"?
Richard: No, that was Norman Greenbaum.
Rory: No, Milton Friedman's the economist who won the Nobel prize in the '70. I figured, when you're sick of reading sir Arthur Conan Doyle, you can pick up a little Friedman for a real mystery and deduce the disadvantages of government intervention in economic policy.