Sookie: I'm experimenting for the prefix menu for Valentine's day next week, trying to come up with something new, but there's nothing new under the sun. I mean, who else would think to serve oysters on Valentine's Day? Hmm, I don't know, maybe 12,000 other establishments within spitting distance!
Lorelai: Well, lovers love oysters. I don't. I love burritos. But people don't want burritos on Valentine's Day.
Sookie: But how do we know unless we give them the option, huh? That's it, I'll serve burritos.
Lorelai: Sookie, no.
Sookie: But no one else will have burritos.
Lorelai: Sookie, you can't serve Valentine's day burritos. That's flirting with disaster. We could be talking the octopus-ice-cream disaster of '98.
Sookie: Oh, God, you're right. I'll figure it out. I'm just hitting an oyster wall here.

Sookie: Okay, we've got mac 'n' cheese. We've got taquitos. We've got little bitty hotdogs.
Lorelai: Wait, Sookie, what is all this stuff?
Sookie: What? I made your favorites.
Lorelai: But my parents aren't gonna eat any of this.
Sookie: Your parents? I thought this was for you.
Lorelai: You thought I wanted to sit by myself and eat an entire buffet of the world's most fattening food?
Sookie: I don't know. I figured it was just one of your cravings or maybe just a fun way to announce that you're pregnant.
Lorelai: What?
Sookie: Well, you were saying something about being a sudden parent or expecting or being due soon. It's impossible to hear anything over that damn Cuisinart and all those gossiping busboys. So you're not pregnant?
Lorelai: No. I'm just expecting my parents over any minute.
Sookie: Oh. Yeah, that makes sense, too.

Lorelai: Okay, okay. Now, the food.
Sookie: Right. Okay. The mini hotdogs can be bratwurst. The mac 'n' cheese can be pasta à la Sookie. And presto, the taquitos are blinis.
Lorelai: And the chili fries?
Sookie: Are chili fries.
Lorelai: Right.

Sookie: I'm kind of sad I wasn't at the party. I feel like I missed out.
Lorelai: I thought you might feel that way, so I brought you some leftovers. Bonne bell lip smackers, anyone?
Sookie: No!
Lorelai: Yes. I've got original, glitter gloss, grape crush, and Dr. Pepper.
Sookie: Mmm! I feel like I'm 15 again. Jackson's so getting under my bra tonight.
Lorelai: Oh, my God! [both giggle]

Sookie: I have to get a babysitter if there's gonna be a staff meeting tonight, and Becky, the good one, is at her grandmother's, so I'll have to use her crazy goth sister who wears the snake around her neck and eats all my Eggos.

Sookie: Oh, I am a fantastic arm-wrestler. You know what I think did it? The whisking. All those years of whiskin has given me incredible forearm strength. People are always like, "Why take the time to hand-whip fresh cream? Why not use a machine?" And I've always been like, "I don't know why I do it. It's just something that I do." But now I know. Because I've been training for this very day. I mean, wow! I am strong. And the omelet flipping definitely is part of it. I mean, you know when you use one of those really heavy cast-iron skillets, and you flip, flip? I mean, that's all in the wrist, you know? And that's what they say. You know, that's what people say about arm-wrestling, too. That it's all in the wrist. And, man, I have super-bionic, super-powered, super wrists. I mean, who knew I possessed such...

Lorelai: Hey, um... So I-I told him.
Sookie: Told who what? Told him that?
Lorelai: Yeah.
Sookie: Are you saying you told Luke about Christopher?
Lorelai: Yes. What did you think I was talking about?
Sookie: I don't know. I'm hoping there's something that I forgot. Like maybe you were debating on whether or not to tell Kirk the difference between antiperspirant and deodorant.

Sookie: You know, after breaking up out of a big relationship, it's normal to have a rebound thing. You know, a big, bouncy, rubber ball of a rebound thing. It's good.
Lorelai: But?
Sookie: But a rubber ball is a 28-year-old surfer or a jazz saxophonist who drives a V.W. bus or a really cute guy that can't even spell his last name. It's not the father of your only child. Christopher is not your rubber ball.
Lorelai: Okay.
Sookie: He's a big, heavy bowling ball.
Lorelai: I'm gonna tell him you said that.
Sookie: I just want you to be careful.

Lorelai: Oh, it is. It's foul. It's like rotten cabbage.
Michel: Or with dense but subtle undertones of olives.
Lorelai: There's nothing subtle about it. It's like a sledgehammer to the nose.
Sookie: Oh, my God! What is that?
Lorelai: It's not coming from the kitchen?
Sookie: Bite your tongue. Wait, are we having heart attacks right now? Isn't smelling something strange the first sign of a heart attack?
Lorelai: I don't think we're having a communal massive heart attack.

Lorelai: And, look, I understand that you liked Luke and you're not so sure about Christopher, but, Sookie, you're my best friend. I really need your support here. I mean, Christopher is my husband, and it would be great if you would just get on board.
Sookie: Okay.
Lorelai: Okay?
Sookie: Yeah, I'm on board. What do you need? I'll swab the deck, I'll hoist the sail... anything nautical.