Rory: Okay. New story.
Miss Patty: Well, I'm still crushed beyond belief that she quit her ballet lessons.
Lorelai: Oh, not me. Miss Perfect Work Ethic would prance around this room 24 hours a day.
Rory: And I still stunk.
Lane: I can vouch for that.
Miss Patty: That's not true.
Morey: She was pretty bad.
Miss Patty: Don't you listen to them. You had a true gift. [Emily gets up and leaves] What? She did. She was talented.

Lorelai: I made that.
Emily: Really?
Lorelai: From Rory's old baby clothes.
Emily: How nice. I hope you washed them first.
Lorelai: Oh, rats. I knew I forgot something.

Emily: This man with the ice-
Lorelai: Luke.
Emily: How long have you been seeing him?
Lorelai: Luke? I'm not seeing Luke. He's just- Just a friend.
Emily: Mmm-hmm.
Lorelai: Mom, I swear. Luke keeps me in coffee. Nothing else.
Emily: He seems to like you.
Lorelai: And you're judging this by what?
Emily: By the way he looked at you.
Lorelai: Which was how?
Emily: Like you were about to give him a lap dance.
Lorelai: [giggles] Mom, he did not look at me like that.
Emily: You're pleased.
Lorelai: What?
Emily: You smiled. You're pleased that the ice man looked at you like a porterhouse steak.
Lorelai: I'm smiling because you're crazy and that's what you do to crazy people to keep them calm.

Emily: Yeah. Well... You know, you could get a maid in here once a week to at least tidy up.
Lorelai: I like it cluttered.
Emily: You can't even find the bed.
Lorelai: Yes, I can. It's the thing I crash into on the way to the closet.
Emily: I should go check on your father.
Lorelai: It was nice that you came tonight, Mom. It meant a lot... to Rory. Really.
Emily: Well, she is my granddaughter, after all. I should be here.
Lorelai: I totally agree. [Emily goes to pick up the quilt] Leave it, Mom.

Richard: Emily?
Emily: She's right. I don't know my daughter at all. We should go... Traffic.

Lorelai: Next year we are going to a McDonald's with one of those slides, and that's it.
Sookie: The party was a hit.
Lorelai: And we'll be eating onion dip for breakfast for a week.
Sookie: You know, you mix that dip with ground turkey and garlic, and it is really not bad.
Lorelai: Hey, I'm not looking for a recipe.
Sookie: Reflex. Sorry. Okay, I'm gonna go check the living room.

Rory: You didn't have to get me anything.
Dean: Sorry. That's the rules. You get older, you get a gift.
Rory: I'm sorry about this sort of sneaky thing. I just haven't told my mother yet about you. I mean, not that there's anything to tell.
Dean: It's okay. This is better.
Rory: [opens present] Oh, my God. It's beautiful.
Dean: Well, I bought the medallion, and then I just cut some leather straps and drilled a hole and, well... Do you like it?
Rory: It's amazing.
Dean: Good.
Rory: Thank you.
Dean: Here. [puts it on Rory's wrist]