Rory: Yours is worse than mine.
Lorelai: Ugh, they totally just snuck that modeling thing in.
Rory: Ha ha, my mom's a model. Maybe I'll get to date Leonardo DiCaprio now.
Lorelai: Plus, now I have to plan the whole stupid thing.
Rory: Lorelai Gilmore. Nope, doesn't sound model-y enough. You need something that stands out more. How about Waffle? We could call you Waffle and say you're from Belgium.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Since I know how concerned you are about how Rory's perceived at Chilton I knew you'd want to be involved, so you're one of the models.
Emily: Excuse me?
Lorelai: Yeah, so it's next Saturday. Be there at 4:00, and we'll provide hair and makeup.
Emily: You can't be serious.
Lorelai: We'll need your measurements, also.
Emily: This is ridiculous.
Lorelai: You said you wanted me to be involved.
Emily: I'm involved.
Lorelai: Don't you want to do your part to ensure Rory's future?
Emily: All right.
Lorelai: Start measuring. [hangs up]
Rory: You feel better now?
Lorelai: Waffle's very happy.

Rory: You know, Paris, while, yes, a little intense is also very smart.
Francie: So I drop a box of matches on the floor, she can tell me how many there are?
Rory: She's editor of the paper, amazing writer, plus funny.
Ivy: She's funny?
Rory: Oh, yeah, hilarious. I mean, the times that we have spent laughing together... I tell you, she's a regular Gary Mule Deer.

Lorelai: Michel, did-
Michel: Five minutes ago.
Lorelai: What about the-
Michel: He brought the wrong color. I sent him back.
Lorelai: What? When will he-
Michel: Twenty minutes or I told him I was going to hunt him down and shave his beard.
Lorelai: Now we need-
Michel: Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me.
Lorelai: Anything-
Michel: No.
Lorelai: Okay, well, I'm going in the dining room. Come and get me if you actually need me to finish a sentence for you.
Michel: Will do.

Sookie: The lettuce is dry.
Lorelai: What does that mean?
Sookie: How attached are you to salad?
Lorelai: It's free to see anyone.
Sookie: I don't want to make a salad with dry lettuce.
Lorelai: What's the alternative?
Sookie: Soup.
Lorelai: Fine.
Sookie: Okay, great.
Lorelai: Sookie?
Sookie: Yeah?
Lorelai: Did we pay for the lettuce already?
Sookie: Yes, we did.
Lorelai: See if you can put it in the soup.
Sookie: Gotcha.

Emily: Did you see the clothes? What am I wearing?
Lorelai: I don't know. I just had them hang them up in the room.
Emily: God, I hope they're not tasteless or zebra-striped or spandex.
Lorelai: Well, one good way to find out is to go on back and take a peek.

Meena: God, who picked that music?
Lorelai: That'd be me.
Meena: The whole thing was terrific.
Lorelai: Thank you.
Meena: And hiring that actor to play a horrible, rude, annoying Frenchman... What a riot.
Lorelai: Oh, yeah, I thought that'd be fun.

Lorelai: What are you looking so 'ha-ha' about?
Emily: I'm not looking 'ha-ha.'
Lorelai: Yes, you are.
Emily: All right, whatever you say.
Lorelai: Come on, Mom. Fess up.
Emily: Big success tonight.
Lorelai: Seemed to be.
Emily: The ladies were thrilled. They adore you.
Lorelai: Yes, well, that's because I'm adorable.
Emily: Funny, isn't it?
Lorelai: What's funny?
Emily: How nicely you seem to be fitting into the world that you ran away from. Well... Good night, Lorelai. Congratulations.

Rory: How was it?
Lorelai: Oh, fine. It ran smoothly, and the food was amazing. Michel only made three people cry.

Paris: So, that's how you look when you've just woken up?
Rory: Uh, yeah.
Paris: Nothing in my life is fair.