Lorelai: I don't know what's wrong with me. This is a beautiful festival. People should be enjoying it.
Luke: It's a crazy festival based on a nutty myth about two lunatics who in all probability did not even exist. Even if they did, they probably dropped dead of diphtheria before age 24. The town of Stars Hollow probably got its name from the local dance hall prostitute. Two rich drunk guys who made up the story to make it look good on a poster.
Lorelai: You're full of hate and loathing, and I got to tell you I love it.
Luke: Oh, it's good to have someone to share this hate with.

Tristin: Ah, to be young and in love.
Paris: What a shame Elizabeth Barrett Browning wasn't here to see this. She'd put her head through a wall.

Dean: So, what book did you bring?
Rory: What?
Dean: Come on. You always bring a book, and I was just wondering what's the three-month anniversary book?
Rory: Actually, I brought The New Yorker.
Dean: A magazine, really?
Rory: It's the fiction issue.