Luke: We could toast.
Lorelai: Toast, yes. Toast, good. What'll we toast with?
Luke: Uh...
Lorelai: I mean, I know you won't have champagne, but maybe some wine or beer or something?
Luke: Nothing, I've got nothing.
Lorelai: No, you must have something.
Luke: Grapefruit juice and Worcestershire sauce.
Lorelai: Neither sounds very festive.
Luke: I could cut it with some festive ketchup.
Lorelai: No, we need something sparkly.

Lorelai: You bought a house without telling me?
Luke: What?
Lorelai: A house? I mean, a house is huge.
Luke: Yeah, I know, that's why I told you.
Lorelai: A house full of kids?
Luke: No, a plant, don't forget the plant.
Lorelai: Please don't do that, okay? I mean, any other address or life changing decisions? Please include me in.
Luke: I will. I am. I'm sorry. I won't. I will. Okay. Sorry.
Lorelai: Kids would be good.

Luke: Blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs.
Woman: I didn't ask for blueberries.
Luke: Antioxidants are on the house today.

Emily: Now, I've got some things for you. Key to the pool house, key to the main house, key to the garage. The security alarm code, the security alarm password, the number of the security company. Now, the code to the panic room is... [whispers] one, one, one, one, one. Don't write it down, and whatever you do, don't tell the maids. They tell their children and then their children grow up and rob you.

Rory: So, how'd it go last night?
Emily: Hmm?
Rory: With Mom. Was she mad? I mean, of course she was mad, but was it a bad mad?
Emily: Well, you know your mother, Rory. Everything's the end of the world. So dramatic. Ladies and gentlemen, Lorelai Barrymore. But don't you worry. She'll calm down, just give it some time.

Rory: I didn't know there was an intercom.
Emily: Isn't that wonderful? We're just a push-button away, like Star Trek.

Paris: You live here?
Rory: Home, sweet home.
Paris: Aren't you worried that one night you're going to sleepwalk right into that pool and drown?
Rory: I am now.

Paris: So, I have a matter to discuss with you. Doyle and I have decided to move in together.
Rory: Hey, congratulations.
Paris: Thanks. We found a great duplex right near campus, lots of room, separate bathrooms, and it's a two-bedroom, so I was thinking maybe you'd like to move in with us.
Rory: Very "Bob, Carol, Ted and Alice". Minus Bob.

Rory: It's a nice offer, Paris, but I can't. I'm not going back to school.
Paris: You're pregnant.
Rory: No.
Paris: Sick? You look pasty.
Rory: I'm not sick.
Paris: Well, I know your National Guard unit didn't get called up, so what's the story?

Paris: What happened? Something must have happened.
Rory: Nothing happened. People take time off. Einstein took a year off.
Paris: Yeah. After he discovered three laws of physics.