Kirk: Ten minutes 'til the next period, ladies and gentlemen. That's what we call them in hockey – periods, not halves. Let's try to keep that straight. Also, the puck is never referred to as a ball, not according to the book. Again, my bad.

Jess: Hey. Figured I'd find you here. I mean, you say the word hockey, you say the word Rory, right?

Lorelai: So that was quite a gathering.
Richard: Yes, it was.
Lorelai: It would make a great Christmas story. I mean, I know it didn't happen at Christmas, but it's the kind of thing that would happen at Christmas, so it's not like if you told someone it did happen at Christmas, they'd go, "Really? 'Cause it doesn't sound like a Christmas story." Thanksgiving would probably work also. [Richard sighs] Listen, Dad, I know you're a little upset with Mom right now, and I'm probably out of line in saying this, but you might wanna think about cutting her some slack. She's really missed you lately. You work so much and then you're helping Gran in your free time, which is totally understandable, but still, it's hard. As much as Gran likes you, she tends to be a littler rough on Mom, and I think Mom just kind of snapped. She'd never do anything like that intentionally. You do know that, Dad, right? Dad? [Richard laughs] Okay, apparently it's two-for-one flip out night at the Gilmore house.
Richard: Do you really think he was wearing a track suit?
Lorelai: I don't...
Richard: Well, I wonder if he was wearing Nike's also.
Lorelai: "Just Do It" takes on a whole new meaning, doesn't it?
Richard: I guess I've got a new daddy.
Lorelai: Maybe he'll take you to ball games.
Richard: Oh, we could get matching jogging suits. Oh, if only I could've seen Emily hiding in the bushes. It's like a play by Moliere.