Christopher: I feel I may have gotten overshadowed a bit. I mean, how's my little barn movie supposed to compare with your mom in jail?
Lorelai: Chris, no! It was just the cherry on top, the mint on the pillow of what was already a perfect night. No, I loved our date. It was amazing. I loved the movie. I'll never forget the movie I saw the night I picked my mother up from jail.
Christopher: You're never gonna get tired of saying that, are you?
Lorelai: "Picked up my mom from jail"? No, I don't think I ever will.
I'm just so glad you were with me tonight. I mean, anybody else who would have seen me laughing as I bailed my mother out of jail would have just thought I was completely deranged.
Christopher: Well, I know you're deranged but for completely different reasons.

Christopher: No, we made the movies bad. Think about it. We are the common factor.
Lorelai: Oh.
Christopher: All the movies, very different. Different genres, different languages, even. We saw them in different theaters at different times. What do they all have in common?
Lorelai: They were all seen by us. Wow!
Christopher: Huh?
Lorelai: We can never see Casablanca together. I mean, I'm very sorry. I don't care how much I love it, but I will not be responsible for ruining Casablanca.

Lorelai: So... we should divvy up the candy.
Christopher: Divvy...
Lorelai: The candy.
Christopher: Yeah. Yeah.
Lorelai: Got half the Milk Duds. Sour Patch Kids, hmm, a third. Twizzlers, you got about 5.
Christopher: Yeah, I'll take the Twizzlers.
Lorelai: No, I meant besides the Twizzlers.
Christopher: I tell you what, you can have it all.
Lorelai: Such a gentleman.

Lorelai: Did he talk about my sparkling eyes and my glossy, raven hair?
Rory: Look, I'm not gonna pass notes between you guys.
Lorelai: What if Emily Post says that's part of the appropriate protocol?
Rory: If you can get it in writing from the ghost of Emily Post, then I will pass as many notes as you want.

Lorelai: Um... kind of, uh, casual, seemingly routine dating clothes.
Christopher: Was that intended as a compliment? 'Cause it didn't come out like one.
Lorelai: No, you look good. But I mean, how hard is it to look good when you know where you're going? Not that hard.
Christopher: I could get some points.
Lorelai: I, on the other hand, had to come up with an outfit that could easily convert from totally formal to totally casual with just a few moves. Look, here I am, all ready for an elegant, New York night on the town, carriage ride through the park, dinner at Pastis, drinks at the Algonquin. But if I change my shoes and throw on a cardigan and add necklace number two, then I am ready for a concert at the New Haven Green. Or I could use my cardigan to cover up the security camera in case the date turns into some sort of heist.
Christopher: Well, I'd prefer the sexy shoes to the sandals, but you should be comfortable.
Lorelai: Comfortable? "Comfortable" like we're gonna eat Moroccan and sit on the floor, or "comfortable" like we're gonna go up steps? Steps? Steps? Steps? Are we going to the Mets?
Christopher: No hints.

Lorelai: You know, you can admit it if you're lost. I will not lose any respect for you.
Christopher: I'm not lost.
Lorelai: Well, then, are you planning to murder me? Because people will notice I'm gone. They'll look for me. Paul Anka saw me leave with you. He'll bark. He will bark, and he'll sell you down the river. [barks]

Lorelai: We have to go. We have to pick up my mother... from jail.
Christopher: [chuckles] Your mother's in jail?
Lorelai: Ooh, this night keeps getting better and better. Let's go.