Paris: The truth is, this is the first time in my life that I've consistently spent the night with a man.
Lorelai: Uh-huh.
Paris: I don't know the rules. I mean, obviously, the clothes have to come off for the actual sex part of the evening, but, afterward, what are you supposed to do? I mean, nightgowns are obviously out, but wearing nothing seems extreme and, in case of fire, completely impractical.
Lorelai: Oh, sure.
Paris: I wore a camisole one night and it almost strangled me. And I'm definitely not a teddy girl, so what does that leave?
Lorelai: Um... t-shirts.
Paris: But what does a t-shirt say about me?
Lorelai: Well...
Paris: More importantly. What does it say to Doyle about me?
Lorelai: Sweetie, it's just a t-shirt. They don't tend to be that chatty.
Paris: I don't know. Maybe I should reconsider the "completely naked" option. After all, I'm 21. If not now, when? I mean, right now, my ass is probably as good as it's ever going to get. I should exploit that, right?
Lorelai: Absolutely. Buy a video camera, go to town.
Paris: You know what, I'm starting to fade here.

Lorelai: What is that? And where can I get one?
Sookie: That is my dark chocolate s'mores wedding cake.
Lorelai: You've been reading my diary.
Sookie: I got the idea in a dream. I was back in cooking school and late for my final, and I run over to an oven, and I open it, and sitting there is the s'mores wedding cake. And I present it to my teacher, he starts weeping, and the whole class is applauding and cheering.
Lorelai: That's so nice.
Sookie: Yeah. And then of course Katie Holmes and Tom Cruise come leaping out of the cake, screaming about how amazing it is. So that made the thing a little creepy, but up until then...

Lorelai: Breakfast. Get it while it's room-temperature and nutrient-free.