Rory: There he is.
Lorelai: Boy, he's tall. That must have been some back-bender, that kiss.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: Make sure you warm up next time.
Rory: Okay, we are leaving now.
Lorelai: Sorry. Done now. He's got great eyes.
Rory: You got to love a guy with great eyes.
Lorelai: Yeah. And a nice smile.
Rory: Very nice.
Lorelai: Think we can get him to turn around?
Rory: It's nice, too.
Lorelai: Really?
Rory: Trust me.

Cashier: You girls having another movie night?
Lorelai: Yeah, it's Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory.
Cashier: Ooh, that's nice. Isn't that the one with Gene Hackman?
Dean: Uh, Gene Wilder.
Lorelai: You're a Wonka fan?
Dean: Yeah.

Rory: Because we haven't even been out on a date by ourselves yet. My first date with Dean is gonna be with my mother? Are- What is wrong with you?
Lorelai: I'm sorry. I thought you would be happy about this.
Rory: In what universe would I be happy? This isn't Amish country. Girls and boys usually date alone.
Lorelai: I don't think of it as a date. I thought of it more as a hanging out kind of session.
Rory: Well, I don't want our first hanging out session to be with my mother either.
Lorelai: Stop saying mother like that.
Rory: Like what?
Lorelai: Like there's supposed to be another word after it.

Lorelai: Well, I just invited a friend of yours to hang out. What's the big deal? I mean, what if Lane had done it?
Rory: You're not Lane. You're my mother. You inviting him over is like Grandma inviting a guy you liked over.
Lorelai: You're comparing me to my mother?
Rory: No. I just-
Lorelai: I'm Emily Gilmore now? My, how the mighty have fallen.
Rory: I didn't mean that.
Lorelai: I wasn't trying to humiliate you.
Rory: I know.
Lorelai: If I was Emily Gilmore, I'd be trying to humiliate you.
Rory: I just-
Lorelai: Look, I'm sorry, okay? I screwed up. I was trying to Look, I'll go. I'll uninvite him. I'll tell him it's canceled because I just found out that I'm my mother. And I have to go into intensive therapy.

Lorelai: This is good. Add some cold cream, and some curlers and let him know what he'll be coming home to every night.
Rory: This was supposed to be a simple night. [Lorelai sighs] Watch movie, eat junk, go to bed feeling sick. End of story. Now I'm supposed to look pretty and girly, which is completely impossible because I'm gross, and I have nothing to wear.
Lorelai: Do you want some help?
Rory: No. Yes.
Lorelai: Okay. Let's see. This and... All right, well... This says, "Hello, I'm hip and cute, but also relaxed. Since this is something I just threw on, even though it looks fantastic on me."
Rory: How did you do that?
Lorelai: What?
Rory: I've been staring at that top for 20 minutes. It was just a top. You walk in, and in three seconds it's an outfit.
Lorelai: It comes from years of experiencing fashion brain freeze just like the one you had.

Rory: This whole guy thing? I mean, I've watched you when you talk to a man. You have a comeback for everything. You make him laugh. You smile right.
Lorelai: I smile right?
Rory: And then you do the hair flip.
Lorelai: Oh, twirl. It's a hair twirl.
Rory: Then you walk away. And he just stands there, amazed like he can't believe what happened.
Lorelai: That's because I just stole his wallet.
Rory: I'll never be able to do that. Trig, I can do. But boys and dating, forget it. I'm a total spaz.
Lorelai: Listen. The talking part, you just get used to. The hair twirl, I can teach you. And the leaving-him-amazed part with your brain and killer blue eyes, I'm not worried. You'll do fine. Just give yourself a little time to get there.
Rory: Is half an hour enough?
Lorelai: Plenty. Come on. Dab on some lip gloss, clear but fruity. Maybe a little mascara. Wear your hair down, and your attitude high.
Rory: You're like a crazy Elsa Klensch.

Babette: Hey, sugar. We were just getting to know your young man here.
Lorelai: Yeah, I see that. Dean, would you mind going inside and helping Rory out? There's a struggle with a jar lid that I think she's about to lose.
Dean: Sure, yeah.
Babette: It was nice talking to you, Dean.
Dean: Yeah, you, too.
Morey: Stay cool, kid.
Dean: Uh... I will.
Babette: [to Lorelai] Oh, is he cute!
Lorelai: Yeah.
Babette: And that Chuck Heston chin of his! Is he Rory's boyfriend?
Lorelai: No, they're just friends.
Babette: Well, that's not what I heard. Kissing at the market gives a whole new meaning to Tasting Day.
Lorelai: Okay. I got to get back inside and shower, so I'll talk to you guys later.
Babette: Have a good evening. And don't forget to invite us to the wedding. Oh, won't their kids be gorgeous!

Dean: So, what's in there?
Rory: That's my room.
Dean: Really? Can I see it? [enters] Wow! Very clean. How much does it suck that they use Pink Moon in a Volkswagen commercial.
Rory: Oh, I know.
Dean: So, are you gonna come in?
Rory: Oh, no, I've seen it.
Dean: I mean, you look like you're glued to the door there.
Rory: No, I'm just observing my room from a new perspective. You know, I hardly ever stand here. It's really making me re-think my throw pillows.
Dean: Would you like me to get out of here?
Rory: No, I'm fine with you looking around.
Dean: [picks up a plush toy] Nice chicken.
Rory: Or, you know, at least I was.

Lorelai: I did not invite her.
Rory: Why don't you set up a camera and broadcast it over the Internet?
Lorelai: Because I don't think that big.

Lorelai: Ooh, ooh. Oompa Loompas!
Rory: My mom has a thing for the Oompa Loompas.
Lorelai: I don't think finding them amusing constitutes a thing.
Rory: No, but having a recurring dream about marrying one does.
Lorelai: Don't get me started on your Prince Charming crush, okay? At least my obsessions are live. You have a thing for a cartoon.
Dean: Ooh. Prince Charming, huh?
Rory: It was a long time ago. And not the Cinderella one, the Sleeping Beauty one.
Dean: 'Cause he could dance.
Rory: Yeah.
Dean: I've got sisters.