Paris: This is the kind of cold you read about in a Dickens novel. We should be in a workhouse or shilling for Fagin.

Rory: You're not worried, are you? Because I'm just going for the sun and to read, nothing more.
Lorelai: I know, I know. It's just it's always the good kids who've never had a drink that take one sip of Kahlua and fall out of a window.
Rory: So you're sad you never taught me how to drink?
Lorelai: Exactly!
Rory: Well, grab a bottle and some quarters and let's go.
Lorelai: No falling out of windows.
Rory: Not even a first floor one.
Lorelai: And don't drink. And after you're done not drinking, drink tons of water and take two aspirin before you go to bed.
Rory: Got it.
Lorelai: And take Paris with you everywhere. Not much can happen with that girl along.

Rory: [on the phone] It just got to be way too much fun.
Lorelai: Yeah? How much is "too much?"
Rory: I had a drink.
Lorelai: And?
Rory: Paris and I took turns throwing up.
Lorelai: That's the way you girls will find yourselves a husband.
Rory: It was fine. Aspirin, tons of water, mac and cheese.
Lorelai: Ahh, my baby's discovered her first hangover food. I wish I had a picture to put next to your clay handprint.
Rory: I think I still have the box.
Lorelai: Send it to me.