Lorelai: Hey, do you want to talk? I'm not Rory, but we do use the same blow dryer.
Lane: I did something really stupid today.
Lorelai: Okay, what did you pierce?
Lane: Nothing. I touched a boy's hair.
Lorelai: Okay.
Lane: A boy I really like.
Lorelai: So far I'm missing the stupid part.
Lane: I kind of did it without his permission.
Lorelai: Now we're getting somewhere.
Lane: I don't know what happened. I mean, I was just standing there. And then he bends over, and his hair falls forward and suddenly it's like my hand has a life of its own.
Lorelai: Sounds like your hand had help from your hormones.

Lorelai: Honey, I promised myself a long time ago that I was gonna keep all this stuff separate from you. And I want you to know that, that still stands, okay? This was a one-time thing. I'm not gonna start just bringing guys home. This is not a trend.
Rory: You can, you know.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: Bring guys home. If you like someone, you should feel comfortable doing that.
Lorelai: I appreciate that.
Rory: I want you to be happy.
Lorelai: And I love you for that.
Rory: Plus, I know you're not a cat person so you will be alone if you don't find someone.

Mayor Porter: I would like to now move on to something of even greater importance. As you all know, this coming Friday is the anniversary of the legendary Battle of Stars Hollow.
Lorelai: Where's Luke?
Rory: There.
Mayor Porter: Patty will be circulating a sign-up sheet for those of you who would like to participate in the reenactment of the aforesaid battle.
Rory: He's turning red.
Mayor Porter: All right. "It was a frigid November night some 224 years ago"
Lorelai: He's shifting in his seat.
Mayor Porter: "Hollow Militia stood in wait for the redcoats."
Rory: He's adjusting the cap.
Mayor Porter: "Tired and hungry, 12 proud men took their positions in the town square."
Lorelai: He's fighting the urge. He's fighting the urge.
Mayor Porter: "and imminent death in their valiant efforts"
Luke: [stands up] For God's sake, do we have to go through this every damn year?
Rory: Yes! And the urge wins by a long shot.

Rory: So how soon is it supposed to hit?
Lorelai: Mmm. Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.
Rory: Okay, then tomorrow it is.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: You, me, doughnuts, coffee, standing out in a snowstorm.
Lorelai: At midnight?
Rory: At midnight.
Lorelai: [gasps] You are my favorite daughter.

Rory: How many times are you gonna listen to that?
Lorelai: Till it stops being sexy.
Rory: Stop. That's my teacher you're talking about. I have to respect him.
Lorelai: Okay, if it makes you feel any better while he's being sexy, he's also being grammatically correct.
Rory: Better. Thank you.

Sookie: Okay, how does this sound? Maple-sugar snowflakes on all the pillows?
Lorelai: Oh, that sounds wonderful!
Michel: Make them in the shape of a buttock to get people used to them.
Sookie: Okay, is that a real suggestion?
Lorelai: Sookie, please, who is speaking?
Sookie: Michel, right, okay. Snowflakes it is.

Lorelai: Ladies and gentlemen, we have flakes. Flakes have been sighted. Flakeage, if you will, has begun. Michel, it's the first snowfall of the season. It's very lucky. Make a wish.
Michel: Get away from me.
Lorelai: Oh, you're not supposed to say it out loud.
Michel: [answers phone] Independence Inn.
Lorelai: The world changes when it snows. It gets quiet. Everything softens.
Michel: [hands Lorelai the phone] It's your mother.
Lorelai: And then the rain comes. Hi, Mom.

Luke: My father used to be one of those guys.
Lorelai: Yeah?
Luke: Yeah, he even had his own musket.
Lorelai: Really?
Luke: Never had to rent it.
Lorelai: Where's the musket now?
Luke: He was buried with it. Yeah, he loved that musket.
Lorelai: That's nice, in a disturbing sort of way.

Emily: Well, I don't know what I'm gonna do now.
Richard: What's the problem, Emily?
Emily: The problem is that apparently Florence cannot get here because of the storm.
Richard: Florence?
Emily: Our cook.

Lorelai: So, tell me something about yourself.
Max Medina: Like what?
Lorelai: Have you ever been married?
Max Medina: Nope.
Lorelai: Ever been close?
Max Medina: Once.
Lorelai: And?
Max Medina: She's in Thailand.
Lorelai: Sex trade?
Max Medina: Bank of America.
Lorelai: Well, it's usually one or the other.