Lorelai: I feel like this is one of those moments where I should be remembering all the great times I had with my dad. You know, the time he took me shopping for a Barbie or to the circus, or fishing. My mind is a complete blank.
Luke: Well, I'm sure it happened.
Lorelai: No, it didn't. We never did any of that. He went to work, came home, read the paper, went to bed. I snuck out the window. Simple. He was a very by-the-numbers guy. I was never very good with numbers.
Luke: I'm sure he loves you.
Lorelai: You know... My dad is not a bad guy.
Luke: I'm sure he's not.
Lorelai: He lived his life the way he thought he was supposed to. He followed the rules taught to him by his non-fishing, non-Barbie-buying dad. He worked hard. He bought a nice house. He provided for my mom. All he asked in return was for his daughter to wear white dresses and go to cotillion and want the same life that he had. What a disappointment it must have been for him to get me.
Luke: I can't imagine anyone seeing you as a disappointment.
Lorelai: I bet you'd buy a Barbie for your daughter.

Luke: I've kept my father's entire store just the way he left it.
Emily: Really?
Luke: Well, I turned it into a diner. But I kept all his stuff on the walls, his pictures in the office. Even the "Hardware" sign.
Emily: I'm sure he would've appreciated having his life's work being honored like that.
Luke: He would have called me a damn fool.

Lane: You went shopping.
Rory: Yes, I did. I got a mooing cow-shaped timer for Sookie some Cardio Salsa tapes for Michel, a book for Dean.
Lane: You got Dean a book?
Rory: Yeah, Metamorphosis.
Lane: Metamorphosis?
Rory: It's Kafka.
Lane: Very romantic.
Rory: I think it is romantic.
Lane: I know I've always dreamed that some guy would get me a really confusing Czechoslovakian novel.