Lorelai: Would you like some coffee? How strong do you like your coffee? 'Cause I've built up such a tolerance to it, I make it too intense for most people.

Lorelai: There goes the fire chief, the police chief and the one paramedic with a valid license. I feel safe. Don't you?
Luke: Look at them. All relatively intelligent men but there they are, dressed up in costumes standing out in a snowstorm, and for what?
Lorelai: Because it's tradition.
Luke: Tradition is a trap that allows people to stick their head in the sand. Everything in the past was so quaint, so charming. Times were simpler. Kids didn't have sex. Neighbors knew each other. It's a freaking fairy tale. Things sucked then, too. It just sucked without indoor plumbing.

Emily: What are you doing?
Rory: I'm gonna make it.
Emily: Oh, Rory, you're not serious.
Richard: That hardly looks like dinner.
Emily: I agree. Rory, that's food you eat at a carnival or in a Turkish prison.