Lorelai: Look, I found them.
Rory: Where?
Lorelai: They were in the drawer with the roasting pans.
Sookie: Cool. Skates.
Lorelai: Rory and I have a skating date.
Rory: I'm Nancy Kerrigan.
Lorelai: And I'm Tonya Harding. I'm going to do the whole shoelace-coming-untied nervous-breakdown-let-me-start-again act and everything.

Luke: [chuckles] When was the last time you put those things on?
Lorelai: You are constantly trying to ruin my fun.
Luke: Do they even fit anymore?
Lorelai: Yes, they fit.
Luke: They look rusted.
Lorelai: Can I just have some coffee, please?
Luke: [sighs] Hand them over.
Lorelai: Why?
Luke: I'm gonna clean them and tighten the blades.
Lorelai: Really?
Luke: Yes.
Lorelai: Can you make them really shiny?
Luke: The skates, please.
Lorelai: Maybe add a couple of pompoms?
Luke: Just hand them over.

Lorelai: This is not a pattern, okay? I'm not doing what I always do. This is not the same.
Sookie: Actually, you're right. Usually you don't get so upset and defensive during the cha-cha talk. You must really like this guy.
Lorelai: When did you become the relationship expert? You haven't been in a relationship in years.
Sookie: Wow. Zero to jackass in 3.2 seconds.
Sookie: That's all right. Your feet hurt.
Lorelai: No, it isn't. It is never ever okay for me to talk to you like that. I'm so sorry. Please, honey.
Sookie: I understand.
Lorelai: Really.
Sookie: You know, it's not like I don't want a relationship.
Lorelai: I know. I didn't mean anything by it.
Sookie: It's hard with my hours. I'm always at the inn, the market or the hospital.
Lorelai: Please, forgive me.

Lorelai: Four slices, pepperoni pizza.
Rory: From?
Lorelai: Tuesday.
Rory: Last Tuesday?
Lorelai: Tuesday in the not-too-distant past.
Rory: Toss it.

Lorelai: I'm not sure I'm gonna be able to make it.
Rory: What do you mean?
Lorelai: I have that thing at the inn and I thought I could get away, but now I can't.
Rory: What thing?
Lorelai: The Inn thing.
Rory: What Inn thing?
Lorelai: You know.
Rory: No, I don't.
Lorelai: The thing at the inn with the flags and the little men and the peanuts. The thing.
Rory: Little men?
Lorelai: Forget it. It's not important. I just don't think I can go.

Lorelai: What's first? Wait, don't tell me.
Rory: English Lit. With Mr. Max Medina.
Lorelai: Okay, see, I told you not to tell me.
Rory: Sorry.
Lorelai: Mr. Medina's class?
Rory: The fancy book owner himself.
Lorelai: How does the First Annual Mother-Daughter Ditch Day sound?
Rory: Not happening.
Lorelai: Yeah, yeah. Okay. Let's go.

Lorelai: I wanted to give this back to you.
Max Medina: Keep it.
Lorelai: I really liked it. I liked the first 20 pages, and then I got busy and I can see you really need it, so...
Max Medina: What's going on, Lorelai?
Lorelai: Nothing, I just don't think a book whose first sentence is 20 pages long is for me.

Lorelai: What's going on?
Paris: Oh, everyone's just talking about the mom Mr. Medina was seen kissing just now.
Lorelai: What?
Paris: And the weird thing is she looks a lot like your mom.
Lorelai: What are you talking about?
Paris: Your mom, Mr. Medina, mouths open. I saw them. How's the coleslaw? Good?

Lorelai: Look, I broke the rules when I brought him into our lives and I realize now that that was a very bad idea.
Rory: But why?
Lorelai: Why? Because we are standing in this stairwell yelling at each other, that's why. Because it's affecting you. It's seeping into your life. And that is the whole reason I made the rules in the first place. Is to protect you.
Rory: You know what, maybe it was good that you hid your personal life when I was a kid but I'm not a kid anymore.
Lorelai: No, you're right. You're a 40-year-old divorcee. My mistake.
Rory: Ugh, I can't believe you're blaming this on me!
Lorelai: I'm not blaming you!
Rory: You made up these stupid rules about the way the Gilmore women would run their lives. Now you're following them even though they're crazy.
Lorelai: Hey, my crazy, stupid rules are the reason we are doing so good in our lives! They're the reason you grew up the way you did, and the reason you're in this school, and the reason you're going to go to Harvard. So don't you dismiss my rules!
Rory: Fine. Great. Well, maybe it's time for the rules to change.
Lorelai: Yes, well, that is for me to figure out, not you!
Rory: Great. Fine. Well, could you figure it out before French class? Because I'd rather you didn't start making out with Mrs. Collins.
Lorelai: Hey, no promises until I see what she looks like.

Rory: What is wrong with you?
Paris: Nothing, I'm great.
Rory: You've spent the past two weeks with your family's private problems printed in the newspaper for everyone to read and talk about. I saw how you walked around here. I saw how much you hated it and then you turn around and pull something like this? Doesn't that seem crazy to you? Do you have any idea how many people you've hurt? Forget me and my mom. What about Mr. Medina? He likes you. He encourages you. He holds up your papers and tells the class how great you are. And then you turn around and spread stories about him. Whatever. Forget it. You have no idea what I'm talking about.
Paris: I do like Mr. Medina.
Rory: Well, I'd take some dance classes because the way you express yourself needs a little work.
Paris: I probably shouldn't have told people what I saw.
Rory: No, you shouldn't have.
Paris: I'm sorry. Things have been not good lately.
Rory: I know.
Paris: I just didn't want them talking about me anymore, that's all.
Rory: It worked.
Paris: Yeah.