Rory: Do you love it?
Jess: It's great.
Rory: The Holy Barbarians. I mean, what a title. And it's by a Venice Beach beatnik about Venice Beach beatniks, and to top it off, the beatnik who wrote it is the father of the guy that does those Actor's Studio interviews on TV.
Jess: The guy with the beard?
Rory: Yeah, the pointy beard. That's his dad writing at his desk.
Jess: Oh, it's weird that a weird beatnik-y guy would have a conservative son like that.
Rory: Maybe he's not that conservative. Maybe at night he, like, takes off his clothes and parties.
Jess: Aw, man, now get that picture out of my head.

Jess: Does she know what I look like?
Rory: I don't think so.
Jess: Perfect. Find someone who vaguely resembles me. Take him. Just don't kiss him goodnight.
Rory: That's not going to work.
Jess: Andy Warhol did it all the time.

Lorelai: Are you sure it would be so bad if they knew? I mean, keeping this a secret seems awfully complicated.
Lane: Not really, we've got a system.
Dave: Speaking of which, it's 3:18. We'll have the stuff packed by 3:40, what's the situation?
Lane: At 3:40, my mom will be on her way to the yarn store for her bimonthly sew-a-thon with Lacey Schwartz and Bick Ho.
Dave: The yarn store's on Peach.
Lane: Plum.
Dave: That cuts us off from our usually route to the interstate.
Lane: There's a back road that circles around it, but it's gonna be muddy from the rains.
Dave: How about I have the guys take the usual route, I'll go by foot on Peach, down the alley behind Al's, over the fence, and they can pick me up a half a mile down by the Shell station.
Lane: Perfect. [to Lorelai] Uh, what, that's not complicated.