Emily: Well, what's done is done. I'm moving on. And to celebrate the next stage of my life, I'm going to Europe by myself for the very first time since I was in college. I'm leaving tonight.
Rory: Tonight? That's fast.
Emily: Well, I wanted to leave quickly, so I called my travel agent and insisted that he put me on tonight's plane to Paris no matter what. He finally managed to bump someone from a church group, and I've got my seat, and I'm leaving at 10:00. And, Rory, my offer to you still stands.
Rory: What offer?
Emily: My offer to escort you around Europe this summer.
Rory: Oh.
Emily: Every young lady should do Europe the proper way at least once in her life, and I would be thrilled to have your company on this very special occasion. Of course, I know it's very short notice, so if you already have plans for the summer, I completely understand.
Lorelai: You know, I think Europe sounds great. I think you would really enjoy that. I mean, remember, we loved Paris. You don't have anything special planned for the summer, do you?
Rory: No, nothing special.
Emily: Well, then? What do you say? Would you like to be impulsive with me?
Rory: Sure, Grandma, I'd love to.
Emily: That is just wonderful! I'll call Ralphie right away and tell him to bump another Baptist. We'll have a wonderful time, you and I. It'll be just like G.G..

Lorelai: Europe. Cool. What?
Rory: So, what is this, a Henry James novel? The young lady acts up, and her family ships her off to Europe?
Lorelai: Oh, come on.
Rory: How fast did you tell Grandma that I had nothing to do this summer?
Lorelai: I'm not shipping you off.
Rory: Oh, please!
Lorelai: I'm not. I'm just- Okay, maybe I am. I wasn't planning on it, but maybe in the back of my mind, I just thought-
Rory: Say Goodbye to Daisy Miller.
Lorelai: Okay, fine, so maybe I suggested the trip to give you some time to-
Rory: Travel back to the turn of the century?

Richard: Emily, get back here. Emily! Are you having an aneurysm or something? Get inside and put this on.
Emily: Get away from me!
Richard: Do you seriously think after 39 years of marriage, I would resort to locking you in a basement?
Emily: I don't know what you'd resort to. I don't know who you are at all.
Richard: I knew the mental illness in your family would catch up with you eventually.
Emily: Aunt Cora was not mentally ill! She was athletic!

Lorelai: What happened?
Luke: He landed butt first in Taylor's rose bushes.
Lorelai: Oh, poor thing!
Luke: Didn't slow him down, though. I managed to tackle him as he headed toward the miniature goat pen, dragged him back here, threw one of your blankets over him, and, well, there he is. He's gonna be fine.
Lorelai: Well, that's good.

Sookie: I can't wait to tell Lorelai it's wonderful!
Luke: Um, could you maybe not say anything for a little while?
Sookie: Why?
Luke: Well, I'm just not so sure she wants this out yet.
Sookie: What makes you think that?
Luke: Do me a favor and keep it to yourself. Let her tell you if she wants to, okay?
Sookie: Sure. Okay. Call me Belinda, 'cause my lips are sealed.

Sookie: Hey, Shortstuff. How's it hangin'?
Jackson: He just came to say hi to everybody and to see the place on which his entire college education depends. What do you think? Is it gonna be Ivy League, or is it gonna be "Murray's House of Learnin'"?
Sookie: If we're going by the donut demand, I think he's in pretty good shape.
Jackson: Okay, Ivy League it is. I just hope you're not stupid.
Sookie: Yeah? Well, you have fun. Mommy's gotta get back to work. Be nice, and don't throw up on the buffet.

Michel: What can I do for you?
Taylor Doose: One of my shoes is missing, and the other has been chewed.
Michel: Is this a riddle? I'm very busy.
Taylor Doose: No, this is not a riddle. This is fact. Look at this shoe. This shoe was practically brand-new, worn twice, and only on smooth-surface floors. I leave it in your hallway, and in the morning, I find this.
Kirk: Oh, my God, what have I done?

Lorelai: Rory, don't you want to talk?
Rory: We already did.
Lorelai: Oh yeah, but you didn't hear what I wanted to talk about, which was how Jackson is probably gonna have to dislocate several of Davey's limbs trying to pry him away from Patty and Babette.

Lorelai: I wasn't thinking we had to talk like mom and kid. I thought we could talk as friends, but hey, forget it.
Rory: I will.
Lorelai: Not that I take back what I said.
Rory: That's your perogative.
Lorelai: I mean, he's married, and as your friend, I have every right to point out the obvious. Which you did twice now. Okay, and I stand by it, though I felt maybe I could help you figure out how to handle this as your friend who you usually turn to to help you figure out how to handle things, but if you don't want to talk, then fine.
Rory: Great.
Lorelai: We won't talk.
Rory: Love the thought.
Lorelai: So don't worry about me nagging you to talk anymore. I'm out.
Rory: Terrific.
Lorelai: In fact, I'm really busy, so if you did change your mind-
Rory: Which I won't.
Lorelai: Okay. But if you did, I'm sorry. I can't help. Taylor lost a shoe, so get in line.
Rory: Any end to this speech in sight?
Lorelai: Bye.

Lorelai: [on the phone] We kissed. You and me, we kissed?
Luke: I remember.
Lorelai: And it was unexpected.
Luke: Lorelai, relax. I'm fine if you want to just forget it ever happened, really.
Lorelai: No, I don't want to forget it ever happened. It was a great kiss.
Luke: Yeah?
Lorelai: If one of us had been a frog, it would have had some seriously impressive consequences.
Luke: Okay.