Rory: [on the phone] Where are you right now, by the way?
Paris: I'm here. At the Daily News.
Rory: By yourself?
Paris: No, everyone's here. I just like a super-quiet atmosphere. No extraneous talking, and I've even had the computer keyboards deadened.
Rory: So they're getting no break for Thanksgiving?
Paris: I put up a fold-out paper turkey and I laid out some Oscar Meyer.

Rory: You bought me a hat?
Lorelai: No, it's a hat box, filled with these. These are notes, written on whatever I had on hand at the time. Any time I had a topic I wanted to share with you or a random thought during that crappy time apart of ours, I jotted it down and threw it in the hat box so I wouldn't forget.
Rory: Really?
Lorelai: I missed you, kid.
Rory: I missed you too. So, hit me with 'em.
Lorelai: While we walk to Luke's. Come on. Some of these are pretty cryptic. Um, "Lenny Kravitz"... "Where did Lenny Kravitz..."
Rory: Get all his money?
Lorelai: Yes, one hit and he's buying a Fifth Avenue mansion.
Rory: Maybe he went through Nicole Kidman's wallet when she wasn't looking.
Lorelai: That's got to be it.

Lane: Next Wednesday night, I need you. Tell me you're not busy.
Rory: I'm not sure, why?
Lane: We're doing a showcase. Me and the band. Not a gig, a showcase. And a label's going to be there. I'm shaking! I shouldn't shake, I'm a drummer, it'll mess up the beat. But, my God, we're playing for a label.
Rory: Wow. Lane, I'm absolutely there. This is big.
Lane: Very big. Unless it's a Waiting for Guffman thing and the label guys don't show up. Did I just jinx it?
Rory: I don't know. Let's do that un-jinxing thing we used to do, just in case.
Lane: Good. Jinx back, double pinkie, round the side, double pinkie, jinx back.