Kirk: Well, well, well I always suspected this day would come.
Lorelai: Hi, Kirk.
Kirk: You're not getting this seat back.
Lorelai: Huh?
Kirk: You can't, it's mine now and frankly I can see why you hogged it for so long.
Lorelai: What?
Kirk: It's clearly the best stool in the joint. Close to the cash register and the kitchen, which guarantees plenty of face time with the boss. Climate wise it's positioned between two air-conditioning vents which creates a nice cross ventilation...

Miss Patty: It's so nice seeing you back in here.
Lorelai: Thanks.
Babette: Been a long time. What 9, 10 months?
Lorelai: Something like that.
Kirk: Actually, I can tell you exactly when Lorelai was in her last 'cause I marked it in my calendar. "May 22, 2006, stool available?" It's important to-
Luke: Enough, Kirk.

Paris: So, I don't know where I'll be, but I think I know what I'll be.
Rory: Really?
Paris: A doctor.
Rory: Oh, Paris, that's great.
Paris: It's always been my dream, you know? Last night, when I was lying in bed watching the ceiling spin...
Rory: I told you that last drink was a mistake.
Paris: It just became perfectly clear.
I've always wanted to be a doctor, for as long as I remember. When I was a kid, I used to cut the heads off my dolls to see what was inside.
Rory: I'm guessing you didn't put that on your applications.
Paris: I let myself get swayed by the promise of black-card corporate America, but the truth is I want to be a physician. Always have, always will.
Rory: Well, I think it's a very noble profession.
Paris: Oh, yeah, definitely. It's as close to being God as you can get.