Lorelai: What else do you have in here?
Luke: Just stuff.
Lorelai: First-aid kit?
Luke: In case we got hurt.
Lorelai: Baggie full of batteries for...
Luke: The flashlight. Illuminates up to 50 yards.
Lorelai: Bug spray, radio, granola bars freeze-dried spaghetti?
Luke: Just add hot water, eat it out of the bag.
Lorelai: Am I going to find hot water in there?
Luke: You got to heat it up on the stove.
Lorelai: Oh my god.
Luke: It's a bowie knife to cut fish, cut tree limbs...
Lorelai: Amputate a leg?
Luke: Not a leg. It could do a foot.

Logan: Why are you up?
Rory: It's 11:04. The whole world is up.
Logan: Keith Richards isn't up. Pete Doherty isn't up.
Rory: Rory Gilmore is up.
Logan: She shouldn't be. You're making me dizzy.
Rory: I forgot my Thucydides.
Logan: Don't see how you can function without your Thucydides.

Sookie: I'm experimenting for the prefix menu for Valentine's day next week, trying to come up with something new, but there's nothing new under the sun. I mean, who else would think to serve oysters on Valentine's Day? Hmm, I don't know, maybe 12,000 other establishments within spitting distance!
Lorelai: Well, lovers love oysters. I don't. I love burritos. But people don't want burritos on Valentine's Day.
Sookie: But how do we know unless we give them the option, huh? That's it, I'll serve burritos.
Lorelai: Sookie, no.
Sookie: But no one else will have burritos.
Lorelai: Sookie, you can't serve Valentine's day burritos. That's flirting with disaster. We could be talking the octopus-ice-cream disaster of '98.
Sookie: Oh, God, you're right. I'll figure it out. I'm just hitting an oyster wall here.