Lorelai: What do you say, Dad, here or Philadelphia? What's the call?
Richard: I don't think I'd like to be in Philadelphia. I think I'd rather be in New Haven.
Lorelai: Yeah, it's okay here. We can import cream cheese and cheesesteaks and any other kind of cheese. You look good, dad. This outfit's not really up to your usual J. Press standards, unless it's got some brass buttons I can't see, but you look good. You look tall.
Richard: I think I'm just gonna close my eyes for just a little minute.

Luke: Hey, I didn't want to bug you. I just wanted to drop off some food for you guys and get going.
Lorelai: Luke, you didn't have to do that.
Luke: No, it's all right. I wanted to make some stuff anyway, so... All right, I'm gonna get out of here now.
Lorelai: He's okay. The surgery went well.
Luke: Oh, that's terrific. That is such good news.
Lorelai: He doing really well. They think he'll be able to go home in a couple days.
Luke: Oh, that's so good. Yeah. So, how's he looking?
Lorelai: Um... he looks good. Big. Tall.
Luke: That's good. Yeah, he's tall. He's a big man.
Lorelai: He is a big, tall man.

Luke: Okay, so, look, I got a couple of burgers, assortment of sandwiches. There's some salads just in case all of the sudden you want to eat some salad. All right, couple pieces of pie, half a dozen chocolate-chip cookies, and, of course, there is the fish bag.
Lorelai: You brought a fish bag?
Luke: I heard somebody talking about fish. There's two fillets, okay, lobster roll, fish tacos, two tuna-fish sandwiches, some fried fish, and fish sticks.

Emily: It will be all right. Every cloud has a silver lining.
Lorelai: Thanks, Mom.
Emily: Well, blood is thicker than water.

Rory: Is he asleep?
Lorelai: I think so. Should we draw a mustache on him?
Rory: He's already got a mustache.
Lorelai: Oh, yeah.