Rory: Oh, my God. Michel, are you okay?
Michel: I've been running around this stupid square for over an hour because the plan was to drop this CD at 9:00.
Rory: No, it got changed to 10:00. I told my mom, and she said she'd pass it on. She didn't pass it on, did she?
Michel: Definitely not.
Rory: Well, the mission was a success.
Michel: Yes, my cardiologist will be thrilled. Ah! I've got a cramp. I've got a cramp.
Rory: Can I do anything for you?
Michel: Get away from me, evil girl. Never will I do anything for you again ever, ever, never!
Rory: Well, if it makes you feel any better, you had really good form.
Michel: You are your mother's child.
Rory: Thank you.

Christopher: So, quite the evening of theater last night.
Lorelai: Ah, yes. The Gilmore family players rival the Barrymores for their sophisticated, dramatic productions.

Lorelai: Let's sit at the counter.
Rory: No, those are not the power seats.
Lorelai: But with no one here, we can sit at either end and play bagel hockey.
Rory: Ooh, bagel hockey.
Luke: Just sit at a table.
Lorelai: Wow, you're awfully rude for a guy who only has two paying customers.

Lorelai: Did you see Christopher anywhere?
Sookie: No. What does he look like?
Lorelai: If you don't know, why are you looking?
Sookie: I'm looking for a guy that looks like a guy that you could be with only I'm deducting 17 years off his age and I'm adding an all-boys private school uniform and a Yankees cap.
Lorelai: And does your head hurt?
Sookie: Yeah, it does.

Paris: Mrs. O'Malley is impregnable but yesterday I complimented Mrs. Gladstone's dumpy outfit and bought her an ice-cream sandwich. She practically licked my hand.
Rory: Nice going.

Paris: And referencing their last point which erroneously cited South Carolina as a state that has neither a statute nor common law which prohibits assisted suicide, when we know that North Carolina is the proper citation, their subsequent argument falls short of even a level of speciousness due to the fact that it doesn't even have a ring of factual truth let alone its substance. And after all, the absence of prohibition against assisted suicide is a far cry from a statute which actually legitimizes the practice, a state of affairs which today exists only in Oregon, sadly enough, under the 1997 Death Without Dignity Act.

Lorelai: I see them, what do you think?
Sookie: She's got good hair.
Lorelai: Yeah.
Sookie: Plus, she's been sitting for an hour and her dress is perfect, not a wrinkle. How does she do that?
Lorelai: She must be a witch.
Sookie: She's doing that no-hose thing.
Lorelai: Yeah, she's a chic, good-haired, wrinkle-free, no-hose-wearing witch.

Paris: Rory. Great job. We pretty much wiped the floor with them.
Rory: Yeah, we turned them into cleaning products.
Paris: Listen, the verbatim transcripts of the debate will be ready in about a half-hour. I thought we could wait and sit and talk about what we did right and wrong, compare WPMs.
Rory: Well, I'm actually heading with my group back to our house, so I really can't.
Paris: Okay. Whatever. If you don't want to celebrate with me, that's just fine!

Sherry: Rory, you were wonderful in the debate today.
Rory: Thanks.
Christopher: That Paris was a little intense.
Lorelai: Ha, a little? The opposing team could bring her up on war crimes.
Rory: Yeah, her approach will come in handy when she becomes a CEO or a dictator of a country or something.

Sookie: And your uniform is darling. I love the blue. Of course, I'm sure you look good in anything.
Lorelai: You should see her in chaps.
Sookie: Really?
Rory: No. That was just my mom being funny.
Lorelai: It comes and goes.
Christopher: You'll learn to notice the signs. The waves get still, and the animals start to act funny.