Lane: See, my mom was in a good mood today because she made a big sale – a dining room table and eight chairs, none of which matched, that have been hanging around the shop since I was four.
Rory: Oh, I'm gonna miss those.
Lane: Get over it. Anyway, I sat her down and I told her that I really wanted to go to the prom. And I know she doesn't approve of such things, but if she lets me go, we will do it her way.
Rory: But her way would be not to let you go.
Lane: Yes, she said that also. But then I went on to clarify that if she lets me go, she would get full dress approval, full chaperone approval, I promise not to actually dance at the prom, and whatever boy I go with will be required to attend at least four family dinners before she signs off on him being my escort.
Rory: Nice move on using the word escort instead of the word date.
Lane: The subliminal is half the battle, Rory.
Rory: Go on, go on.
Lane: So, she sat there, took it all in, and after a really long pause, she looks at me and says, "Maybe."
Rory: You got a maybe from Mrs. Kim.
Lane: I got a maybe from Mrs. Kim.

Rory: I can't believe how much junk we have.
Lorelai: Hey, these are souvenirs from our life's journey, girly girl. This is not junk. Okay, this is junk, and that over there is junk. All right, basically everything I'm looking at is, yeah, junk.
Rory: We're pack rats.
Lorelai: We're Sanford and Son.

Lorelai: I'd say three years.
Rory: I'd say more like four.
Lorelai: What? It has not been four years since we've stepped foot inside our own garage.
Rory: It was when we got the Jeep.
Lorelai: That wasn't... yes, it was.
Rory: And even then, I think we only got as far as opening the door before something flew out and scared you.
Lorelai: Yes, it scared me while you stood by calmly like Dr. Dolittle chatting with the bat.
Rory: It was a bat, wasn't it?
Lorelai: Wearing an OzzFest T-shit, I believe.
Rory: Will the man never be able to live that down?
Lorelai: Well, Joe Namath will forever be wearing pantyhose.