Dean: So, uh, what would I have to wear?
Rory: What?
Dean: To this dance. What would I have to wear?
Rory: Anything you want.
Dean: Come on.
Rory: Really, whatever you're comfortable in is fine.
Dean: Rory.
Rory: Some sort of pants would be good.
Dean: Rory.
Rory: It's coat and tie.
Dean: Oh, man. [sighs]
Rory: But you could probably get away with a coat and no tie.
Dean: Okay.
Rory: Really?
Dean: Yeah.
Rory: [kisses Dean] Thank you.
Dean: You're welcome.

Sookie: Extra thread.
Lorelai: God bless! I've been working so hard to finish Rory's dress I haven't been able to get out.
Sookie: You are walking funny.
Lorelai: I know. Rory's dress made a pass at me, and I think I pulled something getting up.
Sookie: Here, sit. Hey, you know what, I got an ACE Bandage in my bag. I'm not sure how we can wrap it, but maybe we can do something creative.
Lorelai: Sookie.
Sookie: Let's see. Okay, I got Percodan, Vicodin, Darvocet, and... Take this one. It's a muscle-relaxer. Very mild, I promise.
Lorelai: Thanks. Maybe later.

Emily: [on the phone] You sound terrible.
Lorelai: I'm fine, Mom. I just stubbed my toe.
Emily: You should get rid of the clutter in your living room.
Lorelai: Maybe.
Emily: That room is a hazard.
Lorelai: Oh, you know, I've seen the light. Everything goes. What else you got?

Emily: [on the phone] I wanna talk about Rory's dance. It's just killing me that she's not going.
Lorelai: Uh-huh.
Emily: This may seem frivolous and silly to her now, but believe me these are the kind of experiences you regret missing later.
Lorelai: Okay.
Emily: And regret can make you bitter. Do you want Rory to be bitter?
Lorelai: Well, sort of.
Emily: Lorelai!
Lorelai: What, Mom? She could make some cash off of it. Become a crazy Oscar Levant kind of celebrity go on talk shows, heckle Regis.

Emily: [on the phone] Just one more thing. Take a picture of Rory for me, please?
Lorelai: I will.
Emily: On the stairs. And one by the front door. And one as she's getting ready putting her hair up, putting her makeup on.
Lorelai: Okay, do you want one when she's shaving her legs? You know, one leg up in the tub, waving the disposable razor in the air?
Emily: This is a once-in-a-lifetime event. You get to be there and I don't.
Lorelai: [groans] Oh, boy!
Emily: I think if I got enough pictures, I could at least line them up in chronological order and pretend I was there.
Lorelai: Mom.
Emily: Maybe bind them together, make a flipbook out of them.
Lorelai: Mom, would you like to come over on Saturday and see Rory go to the dance?
Emily: Why, what a nice idea. I'd love that. Thank you. I'll see you at 7:00.

Tristin: And she's reading again. How novel.
Rory: Goodbye, Tristin.
Tristin: Well, did you get the novel thing? Because-
Rory: I said goodbye.
Tristin: What are you doing here?
Rory: I like lines.
Tristin: The guy's supposed to buy the tickets.
Rory: Really? Does Susan Faludi know about this?
Tristin: Unless, of course, there is no guy.
Rory: No, there is a guy.
Tristin: A cheap guy.
Rory: Well, what can I say? I like them cheap. Sloppy, too. Bald spot, beer gut, you know, and the pants that slip down in the back, giving you that good plumber shot. That sends me through the roof.

Tristin: So, who is he?
Rory: How many languages can you say 'none of your business' in?
Tristin: Does he go to this school?
Rory: No, he doesn't.
Tristin: Uh-huh. Look, I'll confess something to you. [Rory sighs] I don't have a date.
Rory: Well, I hear Squeaky Fromme's up for parole soon. You should keep a good thought.
Tristin: Well, I actually thought you'd like to go with me.
Rory: You did not.
Tristin: I did, too.
Rory: You did not, because you are not stupid.
Tristin: Why, thank you.
Rory: Slimy and weaselly, yes. But stupid, no. You'd have to be stupid to think, that given our history, I would ever barring a piano or a safe falling on my head wanna go anywhere with you. Ever.
Tristin: Okay, fine. I'll take Cissy.
Rory: I'll send her a condolence card.
Tristin: Yeah. At least she won't be buying her own ticket.

Rory: Two, please.
Paris: Idiot.
Rory: Excuse me?
Paris: He was totally nice to you and you were a big jerk.
Rory: If you like Tristin so much, you go out with him.
Paris: I don't have enough change.
Rory: Pay me later.
Paris: What am I, your Versateller? Wait for change. I need change! Now! There's no way you're going with someone better than Tristin.
Rory: Whatever.
Paris: You probably don't even have a date. You're probably going to come down with some very rare form of flu that only hits losers on dance night.
Rory: You know what? I don't want my change. Money makes people shallow.
Paris: I've got your change! Hey! Hey, if you think I'm keeping this dollar, I'm not!
Boy: I'll take it.
Paris: Shut up.

Lorelai: Come on, already!
Rory: [o.s.] I'm primping.
Lorelai: You're 16, you have skin like a baby's ass. There's nothing to primp.

Lorelai: Hmm. I think my favorite part is the shoes.
Rory: The heels hurt.
Lorelai: Beauty is pain.
Rory: I'll just throw them on on my way out.
Lorelai: No, you should put them on now and let your feet get really numb.
Rory: That's sick.