Rory: Lane, I'm gonna ask you a question, and I want you to be more honest with me than you've ever been before in your life. Have you ever seen him with another girl at school?
Lane: No!
Rory: Lane.
Lane: No!
Rory: You'd tell me, right?
Lane: Yes. No, I wouldn't because it would break your heart. But I haven't.
Rory: You swear on the life of the lead singer of Blur?
Lane: On the soul of Nico, I swear to you that I have not seen Dean with another girl.

Luke: I'm just I've just been living alone since... Forever. And I got used to putting the milk someplace in the fridge and finding it in the exact same spot, you know what I mean.
Lorelai: We don't keep milk in the house.
Luke: Then, cookies.
Lorelai: Cookies never make it out of the car.
Luke: You know what I mean.

Clara: Are you here to see my brother?
Rory: No, not at all. I'm with the Girl Scouts.
Clara: I'm gonna be a Girl Scout someday. I'm a Brownie now.
Rory: Good. That's an excellent stepping stone.
Clara: Where's your uniform?
Rory: We don't do uniforms anymore. We're trying to blend in, relate better to the average person. It was a very successful strategy for the Hare Krishnas.

Taylor Doose: This troubadour act is a money-making scheme. Why else would he be doing it?
Rory: Because sometimes you have something to say, but you can't because the words won't come out, or you get scared, or feel stupid. So, if you could write a song and sing it, then you could say what you need to. And it would be beautiful, and people would listen and you wouldn't make a complete idiot out of yourself. But all of us can't be songwriters. So some of us will never be able to say what we're thinking or what we want others to know we're thinking. So we'll never get the chance to make things right again, ever. So... give this guy a license.
Lorelai: Well, I liked that little speech.

Rory: Dean.
Dean: What?
Rory: Stop!
Dean: Why?
Rory: [sighs] Because I love you, you idiot.

Lorelai: I got here as quickly as I could.
Michel: Do not address him. He's a scoundrel.
Kirk: I'm just doing my job.
Michel: Am I not the head man in charge of floral deliveries?
Lorelai: Yes, and one of the few men I know who would proudly declare that.

Luke: What's going on?
Lorelai: Big things, potentially life-changing things.
Luke: Get a promotion?
Lorelai: Oh, yeah, I became head salesman of Northwest Territories. No, I run an inn. There's no place to promote me to.

Lorelai: Dear God Almighty Mr. Mirkle!

Lorelai: You are not sleeping through this.
Rory: Through what?
Lorelai: The freaking Blue Man Group is outside our house!
Rory: I was sleeping through it.
Lorelai: It had to have woken you up.
Rory: No, my insane mother, Margot Kidder Gilmore, woke me up.

Lorelai: What are you doing?
Luke: Fixing your porch rail.
Lorelai: That's right. You are. You're fixing my porch rail at 6:30 in the morning!
Luke: It was the only time I could do it.
Lorelai: Why? Why?
Luke: It was broken. I noticed last time I was here. It could hurt somebody.
Lorelai: Luke, we sleep around here, okay? We like it. It makes us pretty and keeps us from killing our crazy friends!
Luke: You're gonna wake the neighbors.
Lorelai: Ugh! Could you pound one more thing while you're out here? Your head! And a "for sale" sign on the lawn, 'cause we're moving. So that's two things: The sign and your head. And in that order 'cause otherwise you'll be too dizzy to do the sign thing! [fails to open the door] Aww, shoot!
Luke: You're locked out?
Lorelai: You don't exist.
Luke: You shouldn't have closed the door.