Luke: So what are you doing in New York?
Lorelai: Oh, a bunch of us are going. It'll be dinner and a show.
Luke: Oh, what show?
Lorelai: Levittown, it's a new musical.
Luke: Right, yeah. It's in previews, doesn't officially open for a couple weeks.
Lorelai: Wow, so informed.
Luke: Nicole likes the theater. Her firm has an office on Madison. I've met her there a couple times. Saw Hairspray last week.
Lorelai: I cannot picture you watching Hairspray.
Luke: It was okay. I liked The Producers better.
Lorelai: Well, aren't we just a Broadway baby.

Luke: Find it okay?
Lorelai: Yeah. I found everything including a couple coupling.
Luke: Oh, Rory and Jess?
Lorelai: No, Ben and J. Lo. Yes, Rory and Jess.

Luke: They're up there all the time.
Lorelai: On the couch... horizontal, on the couch?
Luke: They come up for air every so often.
Lorelai: And you just allow this? Luke!
Luke: Settle down. I go up there every ten minutes pretending to get something to keep them from doing something we don't want. "Oops, I forgot my pocketknife." "Oops, I'm out of ones." "Hey, you see a case of mustard up here?" I put the stuff in a box. I take the box upstairs every couple days and start all over again.
Lorelai: And you think that suffices?
Luke: Look, it's better that they're safe and upstairs than someplace else. And you going up there just now saved me a trip, so thanks.
Lorelai: Glad to be of service.

Luke: I got a good system, it works.
Lorelai: Every ten minutes?
Luke: Like clockwork, never a minute more.
Lorelai: Even if you're serving a customer, it's every ten minutes?
Luke: If I'm in mid-pour, I stop and go up.
Lorelai: Ten minutes. Yeah, that's pretty much the time it took to create Rory. And that included getting dressed and freshening my lipstick.
Luke: What?
Lorelai: Thanks for the book.
Luke: Caesar, cover for me.

Rory: I'm sorry he's late.
Emily: We're fine. Dinner will keep.
Rory: I know how you like things to be punctual.
Emily: There was a big tie-up on the 84 earlier. He's probably smack dab in the middle of that. Why don't you try him on his cell phone, see what's going on.
Rory: He doesn't have one.
Emily: Really?
Rory: He doesn't believe in them.
Emily: Well, I find that refreshing. Technology is encroaching too fast on every aspect of life, if you ask me. It's getting to the point where people will want robots to carry them from place to place.

Emily: Oh my God, there's no salt and pepper on this table. We'll need it for the meat. These people are supposed to be trained before I get them, but God knows that's never the case.

Rory: [answers phone] Hello?
Lorelai: Good morning.
Rory: Hey, it's early. Why are you calling so early?
Lorelai: Oh, I don't know. I must've screwed up the time difference. What time is it there?
Rory: The same time it is there.
Lorelai: Ah, sorry.
Rory: How's it going?
Lorelai: Good. A lot of walking. We all had pizza at John's in the village and wrote a musical.
Rory: Good for you.
Lorelai: Then we picked the same Dean Martin song on the jukebox twenty-five times and people started complaining, so we picked the Bee Gees' "New York Mining Disaster" and they begged for Dean Martin back.

Dean: Did you see those fliers? Apparently, I clicked my heels for joy after one of her songs. I don't remember that.
Rory: Me neither.

Luke: I don't see a swan.
Jess: Put your oars down.
Luke: They don't like oars?
Jess: Just lay low, it'll come.
Luke: Does it act all peaceful and Bambi-like and then suddenly attack like the rabbit in Monty Python?

Rory: When I said before that I was too busy to think about it, I realized now that I'm not too busy to think about it.
Lorelai: Think about it?
Rory: About it.
Lorelai: Oh, it.
Rory: Yeah, it.
Lorelai: Ha, it.
Rory: Nothing's happened yet, but... it might. Maybe.
Lorelai: Maybe?
Rory: Maybe... with Jess.
Lorelai: Hm, with Jess.