Lane: Okay, let's have a look. Okay, we have classic rock, progressive rock, pretty-boy rock...
Rory: Excuse me?
Lane: Bon Jovi, Duran Duran, The Wallflowers, Bush...
Rory: Got it. Next?
Lane: Uh, punk, new wave, German metal bands... Broadway soundtracks.
Rory: Interesting filing system.
Lane: Anything yet?
Rory: Nope, sorry.
Lane: Okay. Well, over there, we have jazz, jazz vocals, classical, country rockabilly, Sinatra: The Capitol Years. Oh, wait. The miscellaneous section.
Rory: Hey, that sounds right. William Shatner? Is this the one where he sings "Tambourine Man"?
Lane: And "Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds".
Rory: Remind me to get this for my mom for her birthday.

Dean: What are we watching?
Lorelai: The incomparable Donna Reed Show.
Rory: What's in there?
Dean: A salad.
Rory: Salad?
Dean: Yeah, it's a quaint dish sometimes used to precede large quantities of pizza. [Lorelai and Rory give Dean a puzzled look] It's for me.
Rory: Clearly.

Lorelai: Look, she's making doughnuts. Not that my sugary attitude wouldn't make anyone an instant diabetic.
Rory: Mother-daughter window washing. We should try that.
Lorelai: Yeah, right after mother-daughter shock treatments. "You know, Daughter. There's nothing more satisfying than washing windows. Oh, no."
Rory: "What? Did I miss a spot?"
Lorelai: "No, I just had an impure thought about your father, Alex. Funny, I don't know why I had it. It isn't the second Saturday of the month."
Rory: "Hey, I heard you had an impure thought about me."
Lorelai: "I must now sublimate all my impure thoughts by going into the kitchen and making an endless string of perfect casseroles."
Dean: You're not even listening to the dialogue.
Rory: Ours is better.