Lorelai: Michel, get that, please.
Michel: I cannot.
Lorelai: We've been over this. We all cover the phone. That includes you.
Michel: Don't misunderstand. I wanted to answer it, I truly did. But today, I'm suffering from ennui.
Lorelai: Ennui?
Michel: Severe ennui. You know what ennui is, yes?
Lorelai: Yes, Webster's defines ennui as a lazy, soon-to-be-out-of-work French concierge who won't answer the phone.
Michel: Look, I've made my peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead. And that the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner. And usually that is fine, but today, sorry, lady, I have ennui.
Lorelai: So, you're sleepy?
Michel: It's a metaphysical angst.
Lorelai: So you want to go beddy-bye?
Michel: You make light, it increases my ennui.

Lorelai: Okay, that's it. Come on, you need coffee. I need coffee, extra strong. Double caf, triple caf. No, forget the caf. Throw in the whole cow, and serve it to this man right here. [Sooki is silent] What's wrong with you?
Sookie: I don't know. It might sound a little weird, but I think I've got...
Lorelai: Oh, no.
Sookie: ...ennui.
Lorelai: You explained ennui to her.
Michel: She asked me what was wrong with me earlier, so I told her.
Lorelai: Michel, you know that Sookie ends up thinking she's coming down with whatever illness other people have.
Sookie: No! No?
Lorelai: What was that whole conversation last week when I had to convince you, you didn't have a prostate?
Sookie: Oh. How is Al? Hello?

Luke: It's only me.
Lorelai: You scared me half to death!
Luke: Who'd you think it was?
Lorelai: Well, I don't know! I heard thudding upstairs and Rory weighs, like, 10 ounces. And it either had be an escaped elephant or some strange, large man who should not be in the house.

Lorelai: I don't want to hear about the romance of being a loner.
Luke: Some guys are just naturally loners.
Lorelai: Yes, lonely guys.
Luke: Independent guys.
Lorelai: Sad guys.
Luke: Maverick guys.
Lorelai: Lee Harvey Oswald.
Luke: John Muir.
Lorelai: The Unabomber.
Luke: Henry David Thoreau.
Lorelai: Every one of these, sad and lonely guys.

Sookie: You look happy.
Lorelai: Oh, well, what's the opposite of ennui?
Sookie: Off-ui. [laughs] Hey, I'm cured!

Lorelai: I had the weirdest dream last night. We were in our house, but it wasn't our house. It was a Kentucky Fried Chicken.
Rory: I'm hooked.
Lorelai: I had to get dressed, but my clothes were in the back. And the guy manning the giant oil vat would not let me through.
Rory: Oh, my God! That's so weird!
Lorelai: When you said "oil vat", that reminded me, I had this dream last night. We were swimming in a pool, only it wasn't water. It was oil or honey or something.
Lorelai: Hey.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: You totally did the thing.
Rory: What thing?
Lorelai: The thing where one person is describing their dream and it reminds the other person about their dream and suddenly it's all about their dream. And the first person is just standing there like, "Hey, What about my dream?"

Lorelai: Jim Dunning, that's the Dick Tracy guy. Oh. The Dean box. Okay. I know I was supposed to throw it away but I couldn't. I mean, you're young, and your head's all weird and you don't have any perspective because of that whole young, weird-headed thing. So just please listen to me before you get mad. You're gonna want that stuff one day when you're old and married and looking back and thinking: "I certainly had an interesting life." And then you can pull out all your old-boyfriend boxes, which is good because I threw away stuff I'd kill to have today. Look, I put it in with the Max box so they could chat and keep each other company and commiserate about how they had a Gilmore girl and lost a Gilmore girl. And... Sorry.
Rory: Thanks.

Lane: What I wanted to say was: "Janie Fertman, you are a vacuous bimbo who will be turning letters as a profession one day. And the only way you'll know which letter to turn is when it dings and lights up. And I have no desire to stop and talk to you ever." But what I said was, "What, Janie?" And then she goes, "You're cheerleader material." Cheerleader material. Just like that! I couldn't believe it. I almost went full matrix on her. Have you heard a word I've said?
Rory: Nope.
Lane: I resent that. I'm a witty conversationalist.

Lane: When did this happen?
Rory: Nothing's happened. I don't even know what I'm doing exactly. Or what he's thinking or whether he's burned all my letters and pictures or hates me or what. But I'm going in.
Lane: I so encourage this. I love you. But you've been mopey, dopey and about 12 other melancholy dwarves, for the past five weeks. And I miss the old Rory.
Rory: I miss the old me, too.
Lane: I've been feeling bad for the new Rory.
Rory: Well, she's staging a comeback.
Lane: May it be more successful than Peter Frampton's.
Rory: Wish me luck.
Lane: Luck.

Rory: I guess he's taking Thursday afternoons off now. That's not good.
Lane: How's that not good?
Rory: Because that means he's moved on.
Lane: What are you talking about?
Rory: Obviously, he's met one of those Thursday-afternoon girls.
Lane: What's a Thursday-afternoon girl?
Rory: They're those slutty girls that get guys to switch their Thursday afternoons with another checkout guy so they can go do slutty Thursday-afternoon things.
Lane: Okay, you're reading way too much into this.
Rory: I shouldn't have gone in.
Lane: It was good to go in.
Rory: Taylor thinks I'm casing the place. Like I' would ever shoplift there.
Lane: You have shoplifted there.