Drella: Hey, Pepe Le Pew, you want to give me a hand with this?
Michel: No.
Lorelai: Listen, it's Drella or the swans.
Michel: So either one beast of terror or another?
Drella: What the hell is he babbling about?
Michel: Don't-
Lorelai: He's afraid of the swans.
Michel: Thank you.
Drella: Of course he is. He's French.
Michel: Okay, I'll take you to the pond.
Lorelai: Thank you.
Michel: But stay far away from me.

Lorelai: My God. This day, the swans, the tulle, my head. Luke, I need the largest cheeseburger in the world. Let's break a record, mister. So, the wedding is a nightmare. We got these 10 boxes of creepy larvae that are supposed to swarm into butterflies on the wedding day. They swarmed a little early. What's with the hat?
Rory: Grandma gave it to me.
Lorelai: Oh, that's just mean.
Rory: It's not that bad.
Lorelai: Do you want a mirror?
Rory: I'm taking it off.

Lorelai: So, Rory's golfing adventure. Tell me.
Rory: It was fine.
Lorelai: Oh, honey, I brought you some of Sookie's chocolate cake to make you feel better.
Rory: It really wasn't that bad.
Lorelai: You're the sweetest kid in the whole world. Where on earth did you get that from?

Lorelai: So, um, did you order?
Rory: I'm not hungry. I had a big lunch at the club.
Luke: With all the other devastators of our land.
Rory: Luke, I'm really sorry. I didn't know.

Miss Patty: It's your wedding day. Feel each other. Use the thumping of your heart as a metronome. Let passion be your choreographer. Be as light on your toes as you are in your hearts. Oh, no, no, no, darling. Let me show you how it's done. Again? [grabs a groom] You know, in some countries, if you dance this close you're cheating on your wife. You're next.
Groom #2: Take your time.

Lorelai: My God, you've good handwriting.
Rory: Thank you.
Lorelai: You did not get that from me. Your fabulous flair you got from me.
Rory: I also got my deviated septum from you.
Lorelai: Hey, focus on the flair.

Michel: It's for you. He says he's your father although why he'd volunteer that freely, I don't know.
Lorelai: My father?
Michel: Yes.
Lorelai: Are you sure?
Michel: Please just take the phone. Thank you.

Lorelai: Should I leave you two alone?
Rory: I think I want to change my hair.
Lorelai: Really? I think it looks quite good.
Rory: You're funny.

Lorelai: Grandpa, he called?
Rory: Yeah.
Lorelai: Anything wrong?
Rory: No, he just found this book we were talking about.
Lorelai: Oh. And he just called to tell you?
Rory: Yeah. Why?
Lorelai: Nothing. It's just weird. He doesn't call the inn that much. Or ever, actually.
Rory: Well, he knew that I was looking for it, so...
Lorelai: Oh, sure. What book is it?
Rory: Mencken's Chrestomathy.
Lorelai: Oh, that one.
Rory: Yeah.

Babette: Cinnamon is stuck under our front porch again. Can I borrow some vegetable oil and a shoehorn?
Rory: I'll get it.
Babette: I'm calling him and calling him and I go around the porch and this big orange tush is just staring me in the face.
Lorelai: I hate when that happens.
Babette: Yeah. He must have been meowing for an hour but Morey was playing some Thelonious on the Steinway and when Morey plays, I go into this trance where all I can see is blue, and moon, and stars. [cat sqeals] Oh, never mind, sugar. Play me home, baby! [piano plays] Bye. Oh, God! It's killing me!