Rory: How'd you like it?
Dean: Well, I could tell you, but then I'd have to kill you.
Rory: You liked it. You liked Jane Austen. I knew you would. Lane, Dean likes Jane Austen.
Lane: Wow. Who would've thought?
Rory: I told him he would, but he was all: "Forget Jane Austen. You have to read Hunter Thompson."
Dean: You do have to read Hunter Thompson.
Rory: Not as much as you needed to read Jane Austen.

Dean: What's that?
Rory: Just some cookies.
Dean: Rocky Road.
Rory: Yeah.
Dean: Wow, she brings me cookies. How can I repay her?
Rory: How about a little Charlotte Bronte?
Dean: How about something else? [kisses Rory]
Rory: That's good, too.

Emily: [on the phone] Have you seen the news?
Lorelai: Ever?
Emily: A bad storm's heading your way. It's already hit us here.
Lorelai: I'll get the ark, you get the animals.
Emily: I just sent Lance to pick up Rory at school. The roads are terrible. Black ice everywhere. It's just a mess out there. I hate this kind of weather. So, anyhow, what time will you get here?
Lorelai: Gee, I don't know, Mom, let's see. Black ice, treacherous roads. I'll wear my red-white-and-blue leotard, grab my golden lasso, and fly the invisible plane on over.
Emily: You're not coming?
Lorelai: Well, if it's as bad as you say it is, I don't see how I'd come.

Lorelai: I think some traditions are nice. Birthdays, holidays, taking a walk in the first snow of the season.
Luke: I didn't get the Hallmark card for that one.
Lorelai: When I was five, I had a really bad ear infection and I had been home in bed for a week, and I was very sad. So I wished really hard that something wonderful would happen to me. And I woke up the next morning, and it had snowed. And I was sure that some fairy godmother had done it just for me. It was my little present.
Luke: Your parents never explained the concept of weather?
Lorelai: I am making a point, Mouthy McGee. Of course, many years later I realized that, logically, the snow was not there for me personally. But still, when it snows, something inside me says: "Hey, that's your present." I don't think it'll ever change.

Emily: This is a serious problem. These Friday dinners are the only proper food that child eats all week.
Richard: Rory, are you in any way malnourished or in need of some international relief organization to recruit a celebrity to raise money on your account?
Emily: I'm good.
Richard: She's good, Emily.
Emily: Your sense of humor rears its ugly head at the oddest of times, Richard.
Richard: I'm not the mastermind behind some great scheme to spoil your dinner plans and I don't care to be treated as such.
Emily: So you're fine with having no dinner tonight, is that it?
Richard: I certainly am not.

Emily: Nothing.
Richard: Not a blessed thing.
Rory: Hey, there's frozen pizza.
Emily: How in the world did that get there?
Rory: Maybe you bought it and forgot.
Emily: I have never bought frozen pizza. It must belong to Anna.
Richard: The maid?
Emily: Yes.
Richard: Got one!

Rory: Hey, Grandma?
Emily: Yes?
Rory: What are the odds of you knowing where a cookie sheet would be?
Richard: I'd say very slim.
Rory: Never mind. I'll find it.
Emily: Very slim? Thank you for that.

Emily: There you are.
Rory: I think the phones went dead.
Emily: It's probably just this horrible storm. You must come downstairs immediately.
Rory: What's wrong?
Emily: The stove is buzzing.
Rory: It's just the timer, Grandma.
Emily: I know it's the timer, Rory. What I don't know is where it's located or how to turn it off.
Rory: But I really need to call Lane back.
Emily: There's nothing you can do now. The phones will come back on eventually. Now please come downstairs and help me stop the buzzing.
Richard: [o.s.] Emily, for heaven's sake, get down here.
Rory: Okay, let's go.

Rory: You want to eat it before it gets cold. How is it?
Emily: [gasps] Not cold.
Richard: Hmm. It's quite tasty. Emily, we should have this more often.
Emily: What?
Richard: Perhaps instead of that horrible salmon that keeps showing up.
Emily: That salmon is a fine delicacy.
Richard: Hmm. Po-tay-to, po-tah-to.

Rory: You know what? It's really good if you add some extra Parmesan to it. This is Mom's special trick. Frozen pizza is a staple at our house. Mom's become a major doctoring genius. She'll put anything on it. One time Sookie came and brought us some foie gras and Mom stuck it on a pizza.
Emily: How was it?
Rory: Pretty good once we took the foie gras off.