Lorelai: What are you doing here, Mother?
Emily: I told you, I came to put in a good word for Rory.
Lorelai: Well, she didn't need a good word.
Emily: I'm not allowed here, is that it?
Lorelai: I didn't say that.
Emily: I'm allowed to pay for it, but I can't set foot on the premises. I just want to get the rules straight.
Lorelai: Oh, boy.
Emily: How about driving down the street?
Lorelai: Forget it.
Emily: Maybe I should avoid this neighborhood altogether. Though my doctor is just down the block. Maybe I can get special permission if I'm bleeding from the head.

Elderly Woman: [British accent] This will be absolutely wonderful. There are supposed to be darling shops all up and down this street. Oh, excuse me, sir. Can you tell me where we can find the best antiques?
Michel: At your house, I'd guess.

Lorelai: Well, we like our Internet slow, okay? We can turn it on, walk around, do a little dance, make a sandwich. With DSL, there's no dancing, no walking, and we'd starve. It'd be all work and no play. Have you not seen The Shining, Mom?
Emily: What on earth are you talking about?
Lorelai: Also, there will be no cars, no parking spaces. And all the uniforms will be supplied by me. The mother. That's final. There will be no discussion.
Emily: You're being stubborn as usual.
Lorelai: No, Mom, I'm not being stubborn as usual. I'm being me. The same person who always needed to work out her own problems and take care of herself, because that's the way I was born. That's how I am!
Emily: Florence, I'm dripping.
Lorelai: I appreciate what you have done for Rory in paying for her school. That will not be forgotten. You won't let it. But she is my daughter. And I decide how we live, not you. Now, then... do they validate parking here?
Emily: There's a stamp at the desk.
Lorelai: Thank you.