Lorelai: Hey, do you have any of that really great braised lamb risotto thing leftover from last night?
Sookie: I think so, why?
Lorelai: Well, since I'm not going to Friday night dinner tonight or ever again, and I'm not in the mood for pizza, I thought I'd have a little fancy food with my movie.
Sookie: You're going to a movie.
Lorelai: I Netflixed all three A Star is Born's.
Sookie: Janet, Judy and Babs.
Lorelai: The holy trinity. I thought I'd hunker down with some fabulous food and watch all the men that got away.

Lane: I can't believe it. I just cannot believe it.
Rory: It's okay.
Lane: How did this happen? I started listening to rock music when I was seven years old. I snuck makeup on at school. I managed to join a band without anyone knowing. I had a boyfriend who my mother thought was a Christian guitarist. And I ate spicy condiments like they were going out of style.
Rory: Lane.
Lane: I drank soda, ate hamburgers, wore jewelry, I danced.
Rory: Not very well.
Lane: Hey, any skill level's a sin. And then I moved out and I lived with two guys. I mean, nothing else stuck. Nothing. So why this?
Rory: It's a mystery.
Lane: Why couldn't the gluten-free thing stick? I could've lived with that. Or the not dancing thing.

Lorelai: I have A Star is Born. All three versions. We can compare and contrast performances and dosages.

Emily: [to Luke] My daughter and I aren't speaking. She won't take my calls, she won't come to dinner. She apparently wants nothing to do with me. I'm sure you know that Lorelai and I have had many battles. Most of them have been because I feel that I know what's best for her. But Lorelai has her own ideas about what she thinks will make her happy. She wants you, Luke. She's made her choice, God help her, but there it is. It doesn't matter if I agree with it, I can't fight it. You've won. Go back to her. I promise I will stay out of it.

Lorelai: [on the phone] We've got to talk mail.
Rory: Not again.
Lorelai: It's all for you. Every piece. I mean, how can that be? You only half live here.
Rory: This mail envy of yours is not pretty.
Lorelai: Catalogs, business solicitations, credit card offers. Oh! And for me, some more stupid Greenpeace return address labels.
Rory: Well, you are the environmental philanthropist in the family.
Lorelai: Well, I feel very badly for the planet right now.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Well, I did get a piece of mail. The temple of Apollo.
Rory: Grandma still hitting you with the postcards, huh?
Lorelai: As if nothing even remotely unpleasant happened between us. How does she do that? Compartmentalize like that? It's weird. She's the serial killer who goes to work and talks about a funny Seinfeld he saw and then goes home and cooks himself a man-flesh sandwich.
Rory: Ew.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Let's see how her trip has been since the last card. "Dear Lorelai, kicked a dog then punched a gypsy in the groin. Oh, that's nice."
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: "Complained about the foie gras to a waiter whose yearly pay is less than I spend monthly on silver polish, then kicked another dog."
Rory: Come on.
Lorelai: "Tripped a nun, then burned down an orphanage."
Rory: Sounds like a busy itinerary.
Lorelai: And the sun sets on Apollo. [rips up post card]

Lane: How are you doing, Kirk?
Kirk: Great. I'm loving this blackened Cajun bread Luke made for me. I didn't even ask for it.
Lane: That's burnt toast, Kirk. You don't have to eat it.
Kirk: But I'm loving it! And look. I've been mixing blackened ash with the runny eggs. Goes great with the fishy tasting bacon.
Lane: Glad you like it.

Sookie: Now, did they seem hungry?
Lorelai: What?
Sookie: Oh, and where are they from? Any from Jersey? People from Jersey love my Chinese chicken salad. Any Texans? Oh, any from France?
Lorelai: [on the phone] Yes, I'm still here. Yes, great. [to Sookie] What's the panic, Sookie?
Sookie: What's the panic? I'm giving birth!
Lorelai: Right now?
Sookie: No, not right now, but eventually. And when I do, I'll have to have all the menus made out, and a food order put in, and a backup plan, in case there's a bad tomato crop, or if Oprah decides to get mad at beef again.

Sookie: I am coming to your house tonight, at seven o'clock sharp, and I am taking you out, and you better look hot. You hear me?
Lorelai: Yes, I do.
Sookie: Good.
Lorelai: But remember, I don't put out unless I get dinner.
Sookie: I know. I saw your bumper sticker.