Lorelai: So, I finished hemming your skirt today. [Rory is silent] A grunt of acknowledgement might be nice.
Rory: I don't understand why we're going to dinner tomorrow night. I mean, what if I had plans? You didn't even ask me.
Lorelai: If you had plans, I'd have known.
Rory: How?
Lorelai: You would've told me.
Rory: I don't tell you everything. I have my own things.
Lorelai: Fine, you have things.
Rory: That's right. I have things.
Lorelai: Hey, I had dibs on being the bitch tonight.
Rory: Just tonight?

Lorelai: What the hell is wrong with you?
Rory: I'm not sure I want to go to Chilton.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: The timing is just really bad.
Lorelai: The timing is bad?
Rory: And the bus ride to and from Hartford, it's, like, 30 minutes each way.
Lorelai: I can't believe what I'm hearing.
Rory: Plus, I don't think we should be spending that money right now. I mean, I know Chilton's got to be costing you a lot.
Lorelai: Oh, you've no idea.
Rory: All your money should be going into buying an inn with Sookie.
Lorelai: What about college? What about Harvard?
Rory: We don't know that I can't get into Harvard if I stay where I am.
Lorelai: Okay. Enough of the crazy talk, okay? I appreciate your concern, but I... I... I... have this covered.
Rory: I still don't want to go.
Lorelai: Why?
Rory: Because I don't.

Michel: You told me to tell you when your daughter arrived. Well, she's here, and she's sitting in my chair.
Lorelai: Hold on just a minute.
Michel: [to Sookie] And you are the one left standing. Life is a funny thing, no?

Lorelai: Hey, no muumuu today. You know what's weird? I kind of miss it.
Rory: You left me a note to meet you here.
Lorelai: Yeah, I thought you might want to work a couple hours, make a little extra cash.
Rory: Fine.
Lorelai: Oh, you're not gonna give me the Mommie Dearest treatment forever, are you?
Rory: You wanted me here, I'm here. Should I do something or what?
Lorelai: Yeah, go home. Dinner's at 7:00. Be ready to go.
Rory: Fine.
Lorelai: Fine.
Michel: [sits down] Ah, my chair.

Emily: I can't tell you what a treat it is to have you girls here.
Lorelai: Oh, well, we're excited, too.
Emily: Is that a collector's cup, or can I throw it away for you? [Lorelai goes to throw it in a trashcan in the doorway] In the kitchen, please.
Lorelai: Sorry.
Emily: So, I want to hear all about Chilton.
Rory: Well, I haven't actually started yet. [Lorelai throws the coffee cup in the trash can]

Emily: Rory, how do you like the lamb?
Rory: It's good.
Emily: Too dry?
Rory: No, it's perfect.
Lorelai: The potatoes could use a little salt, though.
Emily: Excuse me?

Richard: And how are things at the motel?
Lorelai: The inn? They're great.
Emily: Lorelai's the executive manager now. Isn't that wonderful?
Richard: Speaking of which, Christopher called yesterday.
Lorelai: Speaking of which? How is that a speaking of which?
Richard: He's doing very well in California. His internet start-up goes public next month. This could mean big things for him. Very talented man, your father.
Lorelai: She knows.
Richard: He always was a smart one, that boy. You must take after him.
Lorelai: Speaking of which, I'm going to get a Coke. Or a knife.

Emily: Lorelai, come back to the table.
Lorelai: Is it going to be like this every Friday night? I come over and let the two of you attack me?
Emily: You're being very dramatic.
Lorelai: Dramatic? Were you at that table just now?
Emily: Yes, I was. And I think you took what your father said the wrong way.
Lorelai: The wrong way? How could I have taken it the wrong way? What was open to interpretation?

Lorelai: [sighs]
Rory: Mom?
Lorelai: I'm okay. I just... Do I look shorter? Because I feel shorter.
Rory: Hey, how about I buy you a cup of coffee?
Lorelai: Aw. Yeah. You drive, though, 'cause I don't think my feet will reach the pedals.

Rory: I think it was really brave of you to ask them for money.
Lorelai: Oh, I so do not want to talk about it.
Rory: How many meals is it gonna take till we're off the hook?
Lorelai: I think the deli spread at my funeral will be the last one. Hey, wait... Wait, does that mean...
Rory: Can't let a perfectly good plaid skirt go to waste.
Lorelai: Aww, honey, you won't be sorry.