Luke Quote #82
Lorelai: But, Luke, he's new in town. He doesn't know his way around yet.
Luke: Way around what? This is Stars Hollow. You take three left turns and you're back in the center of town.
Quote from Rory
Paris: Problem, Miss Gilmore?
Rory: No. No problem at all. I love this assignment.
Paris: I'm glad.
Rory: I'm going to write the greatest piece on pavement you've ever read.
Paris: I hope so.
Rory: And next week, when you give me the scoop on the new copper-plumbing installation, I'm going to be just as thrilled.
Paris: I like a team player.
Rory: And no matter how many crappy, stupid, useless assignments you throw at me, I'm not going to quit, and I'm not going to back down. So you can go home tonight and think about the fact that no matter what you do and no matter how evil you are, at the end of the year, on my high school transcript it will say that I worked on the Franklin. So, if you'll excuse me, I have some reading to do on the origins of concrete.
Paris: A thousand words on my desk on Tuesday.
Quote from Lane
Lane: Well, I found the greatest record store in the world. It's 10 minutes from your school. And I'm wondering how much you love me?
Lane: Record Breaker Incorporated, 2453 Berlin Turnpike.
Rory: Got it. Place your order now.
Lane: Yes. Okay. Charles Mingus, The Black Saint And The Sinner Lady. The Sonics, Here Are the Sonics.
Rory: Burn me a copy. Next.
Lane: MC5, Kick Out The Jams. Fairport Convention, Liege & Lief. Bee Gees, Odessa.
Rory: Bee Gees, really?
Lane: Well, Mojo says...
Rory: So it must be true.
Lane: That's it. Now, if I could just find a copy of Whistler, Chaucer, Detroit and Greenhill, I will finally be done with the '60s.
Quote from Paris
Madeline: Hey, Paris, what do you think about me writing a gossip column for the Franklin?
Paris: Huh. I don't know. That's a hard one. I mean, this is the Franklin, a newspaper that's been around for almost 100 years. There have been at least ten former editors of the Franklin that have gone to the New York Times. Six have gone on to the Washington Post. Three are contributing editors at the New Yorker. I think one even went on to win the Pulitzer prize. But never mind them. I could be the first editor in the history of the Franklin to introduce a column exclusively devoted to who Biffy's boffing today. Quandary. You know, I'm going to have to get back to you on that one.