Sookie: Oh, my God! You're a movie star! I'm serious. At some point tonight, walk down a flight of stairs. Movie stars always walk down staircases.
Lorelai: Let me spray while you try to figure out what she said.
Sookie: You don't move. I got it. [sprays] Wrong way.
Lorelai: I got it.
Rory: Are you okay?
Sookie: Yeah, sweetie. Hand that to your mother. And, um, my eyelashes are all stuck together.

Lorelai: Okay, ready? [sprays]
Rory: God!
Lorelai: That'll be good for six slow dances, four medium ones, one lambada but if you wanna do any moshing, I suggest another coat.
Rory: No, I think I'm good.

Lorelai: [doorbell rings] We're in here!
Emily: [enters] "We're in here"? That's how you answer the door?
Lorelai: Well, I was all out of Saran wrap.
Emily: I don't even want to figure that one out.

Emily: Perfect. I wanna be all ready for the big entrance. How's the light in here? Never mind.
I'll take one with the flash and one without to make sure we've got it right.
Lorelai: Wow, Mom, look at you. You'd think Anne Taylor was having a sale or something. Okay, Rory, come in here, please.
Rory: [enters] Hey, Grandma.
Emily: She has lived with you too long.
Lorelai: Honey, lose the bib and the taco put your shoes on and come back out. Let Grandma take the pretty picture.
Rory: Okay.

Sookie: I'm gonna get going.
Lorelai: You are not driving.
Sookie: I walked. It's nice to see you again, Mrs. Gilmore, or at least make out your shape.
Lorelai: Call me in 15 minutes, or I'll send out a search party.
Sookie: You call me if I need to come over and help you up the stairs.
Lorelai: No, I'll be fine.
Sookie: Bye.

Emily: Well, you certainly can't be left alone.
Lorelai: Yes, I can.
Emily: You can barely move. You've been sitting on that couch since I got here.
Lorelai: That's because this is a right comfy couch.
Emily: Maybe I should stay.
Lorelai: No, no, Mom. You really don't have to do that.
Emily: I'm not leaving my daughter stranded on the couch. What if you need to get to the bathroom?
Lorelai: I don't go anymore, Mom. I gave it up cold turkey.

Rory: I heard this place is beautiful, though. Old and historic.
Dean: Huh.
Rory: Maybe we could just go in for a minute.
Dean: Fine.
Rory: Or not.
Dean: Fine, too.
Rory: I don't know. Why can't I decide? This is stupid. What do you think?
Dean: I think that you look amazing tonight.
Rory: Maybe just a couple of minutes won't hurt.

Emily: [on the phone] Yes, Marta. Just make sure everything's locked up before you leave. No, I won't be home tonight. [Lorelai groans] Was that a pain?
Lorelai: Yes, a big one.

Rory: Well, it's a very good room.
Dean: Looks historical.
Rory: I commend the person who suggested this location.
Dean: So, we could just get our picture taken and leave.
Rory: We could.
Dean: Or we could dance a little first.
Rory: Yeah?
Dean: I stress "a little".
Rory: Something slow.
Dean: That sounds good.

Louise: Rory, you came. Oh, great dress. Who's it by?
Rory: Lorelai Gilmore.
Madeline: You made it yourself?
Rory: No, my mom made it for me.
Madeline: She did, really?
Louise: So, you're traveling with a bodyguard now?
Rory: No, this is my... This is Dean. Dean, this is Louise and Madeline.
Dean: Hi.
Madeline: My mom can't make anything.
Louise: How tall are you?
Dean: Uh...
Madeline: Soup, she can make soup.
Louise: You know, my whole family is really tall. I mean, the men mostly. What are you, 6'1", 6'2"?
Rory: Does he get, like, a prize if he guesses?
Madeline: One kind of soup, actually. It's green, lumpy.
Dean: I'm 6'2".
Madeline: Actually, she can't make soup either.
Louise: 6'2" is a good height.
Dean: You think?
Louise: I think.
Dean: [puts his arms around Rory] What do you think? Too tall?
Rory: Not in heels.
Dean: Good.
Rory: Although, the saddle shoes make it kind of difficult.
Dean: I'll just have to stoop then.
Rory: I guess so.
Louise: Okay, I'm bored.
Madeline: I like your dress.
Rory: Thanks.