Lorelai: I think you're a great, cool kid, and the best friend a girl could have.
Rory: Back at you.
Lorelai: And it's so hard to believe that at exactly this time many moons ago, I was lying in exactly the same position...
Rory: Oh, boy, here we go.
Lorelai: Only I had a huge, fat stomach, and big, fat ankles. And I was swearing like a sailor-
Rory: On leave.
Lorelai: On leave, right. And there I was-
Rory: In labor.
Lorelai: And while some have called it the most meaningful experience of your life, to me it was something more akin to doing the splits on a crate of dynamite.
Rory: I wonder if the Waltons ever did this.
Lorelai: And I was screaming and swearing and being surrounded as I was by a hundred prominent doctors, I just assumed there was an actual use for the cup of ice chips they gave me.
Rory: There wasn't.
Lorelai: But pelting the nurses sure was fun.
Rory: I love you, Mom.
Lorelai: Ssh. We're getting to the part where he sees your head. So there I was, lying...

Lorelai: Wow, nice face you got on there.
Rory: Coffee.
Lorelai: Bad day?
Rory: I've now used the word "suck" so much that it's lost all meaning to me.

Richard: Ah. Lovely party. I enjoyed the reading material immensely.
Rory: So what's the verdict?
Richard: I... am an autumn.
Rory: Interesting.
Richard: Isn't it?

Lorelai: So, how would you like two parties this year?
Rory: You couldn't get her to cave.
Lorelai: No. But she did agree to make the string quartet learn "Like a Virgin".
Rory: Well, you tried.
Lorelai: Sweetie, I promise, Saturday night we'll do it up right at home. A Stars Hollow extravaganza.
Rory: So, is this party Grandma's having going to be a big deal?
Lorelai: Not really. The government will close that day. Flags will fly at half-mast. Barbra Streisand will give her final concert again. The Pope has previous plans, but he's trying to get out of them. However, Elvis and Jim Morrison are coming and they're bringing chips.
Rory: You ask a simple question...

Lars: Richard, I've got Dennis on the phone and he heard the same thing I heard.
Richard: Well, one wrong man can always find a friend.

Richard: Rory, what a lovely party.
Rory: I brought you something to read.
Richard: Ah.
Rory: It's not The Wall Street Journal. But there's a quiz there that determines if you're a summer or a fall.
Richard: Well, I appreciate this. Thank you.

Emily: Lorelai, I just tried some of those hors d'oeuvres. They're unbelievable. Who is your caterer?
Lorelai: Sookie.
Emily: What's a Sookie?
Lorelai: That's a Sookie.
Sookie: Hi, Sookie St. James.
Lorelai: Sookie's the chef at the inn, Mom.
Emily: My dear, you are very talented.
Sookie: Thank you.
Emily: Well, you must cater my next party. When my friends get wind of you you'll have so much business, you won't know what to do with yourself. But remember, I discovered you.
Lorelai: Mom, Sookie has a job. She's the chef at the inn. [Emily is silent] The Inn where we work. My Inn. Six days a week, Mom. She cooks there every day. Oh, just give her your number or we'll never get out of here.

Emily: Where was I?
Rory: Joseph Stanford is coming tomorrow.
Emily: Yes. So, Rory, your grandfather and I thought it might be nice after dinner to go around the house and pick out what you'd like us to leave you in our will.
Richard: Take a look at that desk in my office. It's a really fine Georgian piece.
Lorelai: Why don't I ever bring a tape recorder to these dinners?
Rory: Well, anything you want to leave me is fine.
Emily: Nonsense. You should have what you like. Just look around. When you see something you like, stick a Post-it on it.
Lorelai: Okay, you two have officially hit a new level of weird that even I marvel at.
Emily: You can pick out things, too.
Lorelai: Oh, now it's way less creepy.
Emily: Did you hear that, Richard? Apparently we're creepy.
Richard: Yes, well, you live and learn.

Lorelai: Oh, cool. What's that?
Emily: It's dessert.
Lorelai: It's pudding.
Emily: If you knew what it was, why did you ask?
Lorelai: You don't like pudding.
Emily: Yes, but you like pudding.
Lorelai: Oh, I love pudding. I worship it. I have a bowl up on the mantel at home with the Virgin Mary, a glass of wine, and a dollar bill next to it.
Rory: I've never had pudding from a crystal bowl before.
Emily: You like the bowl?
Rory: Hmm.
Emily: Put a Post-it on it when you're done.

Lorelai: So, what do we think of this?
Rory: Where would we put it?
Lorelai: I don't know. The Emily and Richard Gilmore Psycho Museum?