Emily: Lorelai, you ought to celebrate your marriage.
Lorelai: We did. We did celebrate. Right after we got married, we went out and had a beautiful meal, didn't we? We had a beautiful meal. Yeah, we had a chocolate mousse and a para liqueur and a cheese plate.
Emily: A cheese plate? Since when is a hunk of fermented milk a suitable means for celebrating a marriage?

Kirk: Free needles. Free for everyone. Free needles! Free needles!
Lorelai: See? Who says Stars Hollow's not progressive?

Richard: If we don't throw a party, who knows what people will think?
Lorelai: Why don't you give us an anniversary party? Like a 10th? Wouldn't that be nice, honey? I mean, what is 10... bronze, sandstone, particleboard?
Rory: Actually, it's tin.
Emily: But that's not for 10 years.
Lorelai: Giving you plenty of time to plan. Tin?
Rory: Things just stick in my brain.

Emily: I'm so happy you love it. We were flying blind without a gift registry.
Lorelai: Well, you flew great, Mom.
Emily: Of course, I imagine it's difficult to have the forethought to register when you decide to suddenly elope. Everything changes when a couple elopes, doesn't it? Nothing is done in quite the traditional manner. For instance, informing your parents of your marriage by leaving them a message on their answering machine.
Christopher: What? You told me you told them.
Lorelai: I didn't say they were home when I told them.
Rory: Mom, you're such a chicken.
Christopher: You left a message on their machine?
Richard: She certainly did.
Emily: I come home, and I push "play" on the machine, and what do I hear between a message from Lily Margulies about her fund-raiser for Tanzanian children and one from my tennis pro, but my very own daughter telling me, guess what, she's married.

Emily: Why don't you invite some of your charming Stars Hollow friends?
Lorelai: That's okay, Mom.
Emily: We can make it black-tie optional, if that will help.
Lorelai: It's not because they don't have black ties.
Emily: Suit yourself.

Rory: You want me to sign a lease?
Paris: Well, you are subletting from me and the last time you lived here, you just up and left in the middle of the year.
Rory: Um, you kicked me out. You moved all my stuff out in the hallway and locked the door.
Paris: Well, now you'll have a legally binding contract that will negate my ability to do that in the future.

Rory: What is this? "Rights and privileges of Logan Huntzberger or any other paramours"?
Paris: If Logan is going to be spending an enormous amount of time here, it's only fair to assess a daily tariff for water and power use.
Rory: Paris!
Paris: It's a very simple formula, based on the number of nights he spends per month at the apartment, times the approximate minutes per day he spends showering, brushing his teeth, and/or surfing the internet. And Sunday is no charge.
Logan: It's okay. I'll kick in, Paris.
Paris: Thataboy, Rockefeller.

Lorelai: So, we are holding a knitathon the day after tomorrow to raise money to rebuild the old muddy river bridge.
Christopher: What's wrong with the bridge?
Lorelai: Well, we rebuilt it a couple years ago, but now it's started to rot.
Christopher: Oh, yeah?
Lorelai: Yeah. It's too bad, too, 'cause it was gorgeous. We all loved, loved, loved it. It was sturdy and strong, made out of these beautiful Japanese maple - which it turns out is exactly the kind of wood that attracts beetles. And I'm not talking British-invasion kind of Beatles. I'm talking the kind of beetles that like to eat wood. So now we're gonna make it out of a less-delicious wood.

Lorelai: And, look, I understand that you liked Luke and you're not so sure about Christopher, but, Sookie, you're my best friend. I really need your support here. I mean, Christopher is my husband, and it would be great if you would just get on board.
Sookie: Okay.
Lorelai: Okay?
Sookie: Yeah, I'm on board. What do you need? I'll swab the deck, I'll hoist the sail... anything nautical.

Paris: 2002 party?
Rory: It's a theme.
Paris: How is that a theme?
Rory: It's just supposed to be funny.
Paris: I'm not laughing.
Rory: Well, you don't have to go.
Paris: Why not 2001?
Rory: It could be 2001, I guess.
Paris: Space Odyssey, that's a theme. People dress up like astronauts or apes.