Richard: Well, who did you look up when you went to Europe?
Rory: Jim Morrison says hello.

Rory: You'll know, okay? You just have to let it happen. And then, probably when you're not looking, you'll find someone who compliments you.
Paris: Meaning?
Rory: Someone who likes what you like, someone who reads the same books or listens to the same music or likes to trash the same movies. Someone compatible. But not so compatible that they're boring.
Paris: Someone who's compatible but not compatible.
Rory: Yeah, kind of. I mean, you respect each other's opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don't know... There's just something about not quite knowing what the other person's gonna do at all times that's just really exciting. Look, just have a good time, you'll figure it out.

Rory: So I used to have a boyfriend and now I don't. Okay, that's just the way it is. I mean, sitting in the dark eating junk food and not shaving my legs isn't gonna change that, is it?
Lorelai: No.
Rory: Okay, so I don't even want to go there. I have things to do. I have school and Harvard to think about.
Lorelai: Honey, Harvard's, like, three years away.
Rory: But now is the time to be preparing for it. I mean, Harvard is hard to get into and I don't know why I even spend my time thinking about anything else.
Lorelai: Because you have a pulse. And you're not the president of the audiovisual club.
Rory: I'm 16. I have the rest of my life to have a boyfriend. I should be keeping my eye on the prize right now.
Lorelai: I admire your attitude.
Rory: Thank you.

Rory: It doesn't matter if you tell me about Max or not. You'll break up again anyway.
Lorelai: Excuse me.
Rory: That's what you do best.
Lorelai: Stop right there.
Rory: You'll break up, cry, get back together, break up. It doesn't really matter. I'd rather not have to keep track. So tell me when you're down to the final inning.
Lorelai: You know what, that is way too snotty a thing even for alternate-universe Rory to say. I'd like an apology.
Rory: Fine, I apologize. Let's go home.
Lorelai: Yeah. Let's go home and try that apology again.

Rory: Could you please attenuate the cacophony out here?
Christopher: Huh?
Rory: Turn down the music.
Lorelai: Next time, instead of a dictionary, just slip her a crisp $20.
Christopher: Deal.

Lorelai: So, come on, Dean, tell us some of your embarrassing secrets.
Dean: Well, I have no embarrassing secrets.
Lorelai: Oh, please.
Rory: I bet I know one.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: The theme from Ice Castles makes you cry.
Lorelai: Ooh, that's a good one.
Dean: That's not true.