Lorelai: Was this mattress always this comfortable?
Luke: I think so.
Lorelai: It seems so much more comfortable. We should drink Zima and have sex every single night.
Luke: Okay.
Lorelai: Okay.

Babette: Where the heck is he?
Miss Patty: There. Right there.
Babette: Get over here, you.
Miss Patty: I can't believe it.
Babette: You finally did it, you dumb son of a bitch. You finally got in there and closed the deal.
Miss Patty: Took you long enough.

Babette: Right. So we want to hear the whole thing.
Miss Patty: The whole play by play.
Babette: How'd it happen?
Miss Patty: How'd you do it?
Luke: Do what?
Babette: How did you propose to Lorelai?
Luke: Oh, uh, well-
Babette: Did you get down on one knee?
Miss Patty: Did you take her somewhere special?
Babette: Did you hide the ring in anything?
Miss Patty: Oh, like a glass of champagne, or a cannoli?
Luke: Actually, I'm still working on the ring.

Miss Patty: Well, enough about us, honey. Come on, Luke, tell us, how'd you do it?
Luke: Well, actually, I didn't Lorelai proposed to me.
Babette & Miss Patty: Oh.
Miss Patty: You went modern.
Babette: Well, that's still okay, sugar. The important thing is, you're getting married.
Miss Patty: We're very happy for you, Luke.
Babette: Yes, we are.
Miss Patty: Yeah.

Emily: Good morning. You're still sleeping? My goodness. You're young! These are the good days. There's plenty of time to sleep when you've gone up a couple of dress sizes.

Kirk: I'm not interested in food, Luke. I'm here on business. I hear you might be in the market for a ring. Or should I be talking to Lorelai?
Luke: Go away, Kirk.
Kirk: Well, then, it's your lucky day. Because I happen to be in possession of the finest estate ring collection in Connecticut. And since you are a friend, I'm prepared to make you a great deal. Or will Lorelai be the one paying for it?
Luke: No, she will not be paying for it, Kirk.
Kirk: Ah, East Side Tilly called it wrong, this time.

Logan: I give you one month.
Rory: To do what?
Logan: Before you're back at school. One month.
Rory: You are wrong.
Logan: Nope.
Rory: Oh, I cannot believe how little faith you have in me. I mean, what kind of match would I be for you if I just went running right back to a life of respectability without even attempting to join the French Foreign Legion?
Logan: You love school.
Rory: Not anymore.
Logan: No, you love school. I saw it. That doesn't just go away.
Rory: Well, I have reformed, all right? From now on, no more scheduling, no more planning. I am just going to spend my days making ice cream beer floats and just taking life as it comes. You'll see. New me.
Logan: If you say so.
Rory: I do say so.

Emily: Where are Rory's good clothes?
Michel: I don't know, but I will continue to search for them frantically.
Emily: Are you just going to sit there?
Michel: I was instructed to stay until you leave.
Emily: Like I need to be watched. Like I'm a meth head stealing a television set to support my habit. Well, this is completely unacceptable. Rory needs something to wear to court.
Michel: I'm sorry, if you're talking to me, you'll have to do it in woofs.
Emily: You've been working with my daughter way too long.
Michel: Don't I know it.

Emily: I hope we picked the right outfit here. It's coming off a little more Mennonite than I had hoped.

Richard: You're a lousy duck-hunter, Charlie. It wasn't the weather, and it wasn't the duck-call, it was you.
Charlie Davenport: I was doing you a favor, Richard.
Richard: Well, do me some more favors, Charlie. Let's see if we can get the girl twenty to life at Sing Sing!
Charlie Davenport: That is it.