Luke: How about a Prius?
Lorelai: Oh, yeah, I can't. Rory has one.
Luke: She doesn't like it?
Lorelai: No, she does. It's just we made a pact no matching cars. You know 'cause it's a slippery slope between matching cars and then matching sweatsuits.

Lorelai: I cannot find a car, though.
Sookie: Did you see anything you like?
Lorelai: No. I mean kind of, but they all have this new-car smell, which apparently people like, but I don't like it. I like the way my old car smelled and the way the zipper got stuck on the window and the little place where Rory signed her name in permanent marker.
Sookie: Lots of memories, huh?
Lorelai: Yeah, it was the first new car I bought and the car I taught Rory to drive in, and I know I have to move on. I know that whatever new car, tractor, float, I get will be great. It's just been a more emotional experience than I thought.

Lorelai: What's going on?
Luke: Okay, here's the deal. I borrowed Kirk's computer, and Zach got me on this craigslist thing, and I found a 1999 Jeep Wrangler for sale. The guy actually doesn't live too far from here, so I went to see it. It looks like it's in pretty good shape. So I ran the VIN number. It's got a clean history, no accidents, no failed emissions. And the guy said he kept it up pretty good, and there's nothing really wrong with it. So I took it for a test drive, and it drove fine. So if you want to keep your old car, for whatever crazy feeling it gives you, okay? Then buy this guy's car, send it to Gypsy. She'll take the engine out, put it in the old car, which makes absolutely no sense because you'd basically be paying the same amount of money to fix your old car as you would be paying to get into a new one.
Lorelai: But I'd still have my car.
Luke: Yeah, Gypsy said it'll take about two weeks to finish. Here's the number of the guy, Larry. That's his name. I already negotiated him down 1,500 bucks. Tell him you're Lorelai, Luke's friend. He'll know.
Lorelai: Thanks, I will.
Luke: It's still a completely ridiculous idea.
Lorelai: I know.

Luke: And, you know, in the meantime, if you're still riding that bike around, come by the diner. I'll put some air in your tires.
Lorelai: I don't need air in my tires.
Luke: Yeah, you need air, and you need a light and a bell so people know you're coming.
Lorelai: What if I don't want people to know I'm coming?
Luke: I'm putting on a bell!
Lorelai: No, you're not!
Luke: What do you have against bells?
Lorelai: I don't like 'em.
Luke: Well, you don't have to like them. They're a safety feature.
Lorelai: I want a horn!
Luke: Fine you want a horn, I'll get you a horn. Are you happy? Jeez.

Paris: So, I don't know where I'll be, but I think I know what I'll be.
Rory: Really?
Paris: A doctor.
Rory: Oh, Paris, that's great.
Paris: It's always been my dream, you know? Last night, when I was lying in bed watching the ceiling spin...
Rory: I told you that last drink was a mistake.
Paris: It just became perfectly clear.
I've always wanted to be a doctor, for as long as I remember. When I was a kid, I used to cut the heads off my dolls to see what was inside.
Rory: I'm guessing you didn't put that on your applications.
Paris: I let myself get swayed by the promise of black-card corporate America, but the truth is I want to be a physician. Always have, always will.
Rory: Well, I think it's a very noble profession.
Paris: Oh, yeah, definitely. It's as close to being God as you can get.

Sookie: [on the phone] I just hate that stupid Rosie Milano.
Lorelai: Ugh, is she the woman at Davey's school with the big, fake boobs who all the dads think are real?
Sookie: No, but I hate her, too. Rosie Milano is a little girl in Davey's class.
Lorelai: Oh. Interesting choice for your nemesis.
Sookie: She came to school with the chicken pox.
Lorelai: Oh, no, I hate her, too. Davey and Martha?
Sookie: Yeah. I mean, not terrible cases. They've both been vaccinated, but I'm up to my ears in oatmeal baths. Plus, I've got to find a hotel for Jackson because the inn is completely full. "Go, us," by the way.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Hey, so I went into Luke's this morning.
Sookie: What? Why didn't you cut me off? It's not like the kids have bubonic plague.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Maybe there's just too much history.
Sookie: Oh, history, schmistory. Couples have been breaking up and becoming friends. I mean look at Ryan O'Neal and Farrah Fawcett, huh?
Lorelai: Really, Ryan and Fawcett? That's the most well-adjusted relationship you can come up with? I mean...
Sookie: I'm sorry. He's been in the news lately. That whole shooting-a-gun-at-his-son thing.

Paris: Seriously, you're gonna stand here making idle chitchat on the single most important day of my life?
Doyle: Sorry, sweetie. Paris has some news.
Paris: Not some news, the news. Responses from Harvard Medical School, Johns Hopkins School of Medicine, Penn Medical, Yale Law School, Stanford Law School, and Columbia Medical. And before you comment on envelope thickness, keep in mind that so much stuff is online these days that thickness is no longer an accurate indicator.

Paris: Thank you so much for your participation in operation finish line, for your friendship, for everything. You've always been an inspiration to me, Rory Gilmore.
Rory: Aw.
Paris: I mean, the way you cut your ruthless path to the head of the Yale Daily News and never looked back -- I never told you, but I really admired that.
Rory: Thanks?