Kirk Quote #211
Quote from Kirk in I'm OK, You're OK
Lorelai: You're a realtor?
Kirk: Trainee, technically.
Lorelai: Well, take your training somewhere else, okay? You're scaring away all my customers. And my staff.
Kirk: Unfortunately, there is nowhere else. Trainees don't get offices. Or salaries. Or jackets, actually.
I'm supposed to be having this dry-cleaned for one of the senior brokers. Smells a little funky, but fits like a dream. [into headset] You've got Kirk. Yes, Mrs. Zellner. Right, the Dragonfly Inn. See you this afternoon.
Lorelai: Wait, you're meeting clients here?
Kirk: Only a few.
Lorelai: No.
Kirk: I promise I'll be out of your hair as soon as I make my bones. I just need a temporary place to conduct my business and potentially have sex with prospective clients.
Lorelai: What?
Kirk: That's Kirk's other thing. The young, virile, eye-candy angle for lonely widows and aging divorcées. Works like a charm. I plan on running it by Lulu, of course.
Gilmore Girls Quotes
‘I'm OK, You're OK’ Quotes
Quote from Lorelai
Lorelai: Mom, come on. You were gonna be invited over. I just wanted to make sure everything was done and ready and that I could have you over when I could spend the maximum amount of time showing you around. [whispers to Luke as she opens the door] My parents are here. [Luke turns around and leaves] I was hoping to have a nice little catered affair, you know, with guys in black coats carrying trays. 'Cause I know how much you love guys in black coats carrying trays.
Emily: Who was at the door?
Lorelai: Oh, it was Ed McMahon. He's always showing up with these big cardboard checks. They are impossible to endorse, by the way.
Emily: I am never not sorry that I ask these questions.
Quote from Paris
Paris: I mean, who are we kidding? I am not cut out to deal with people. I was made to be in a lab or an operating room or a bunker somewhere with a well-behaved monkey by my side. I'm sorry, too, you know, for throwing you out.
Rory: Consider it even.
Quote from Paris
Paris: Well, well, if it isn't New Haven's favorite whore hound.
Logan: Is Rory here?
Paris: Yes.
Logan: Can I talk to her?
Paris: No. But you can talk to me. [opens door] What do you wanna talk about? Life? Love? Common symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases?
Logan: Rory?
Paris: Rashes, sores, insanity.