Mrs. Kim: No one says grace?
Lane: I think they all do, Mama. Silently.
Mrs. Kim: Did you say silent grace?
Babette: [laughs] Good one.
[After seeing Mrs. Kim is not amused, Babette puts her drink down, bows her head in prayer and nudges Morey to do the same]

Lorelai: Oh, it's always nice to end a big, festive meal with a big festive pall hanging over the room.
Rory: Most people didn't notice anything.
Lorelai: Yeah. I guess Bootsy singing "Hotel California" accompanied by spoons drew people's attention away.

Rory: Mom!
Lorelai: What, honey?
Rory: You put the ugly baby's picture in my bed.
Lorelai: I didn't. I swear. That ugly baby is stalking us. Run away.
Rory: Poor baby. It's not his fault.
Lorelai: I think it's a she.
Rory: Poor baby. You picked the wrong parents.

Emily: I still can't believe it.
Lorelai: Try to relax, Mom.
Emily: I hope he doesn't sleep, because I surely won't. These slippers you have here are hardly one size fits all. They're too big.

Lorelai: Hey, Mom. You didn't make it back to the room last night. Did you get lucky?
Emily: Could you be any cruder?
Lorelai: Yeah, I could be cruder. Hey, Mom, did you get-
Rory: Thanks for coming. It was fun. Is everything okay?
Richard: Everything's okay.
Emily: We'll see you next Friday.

Lorelai: Jackson, thank you for being our squire.
Jackson: You're welcome. By the way last night when Bootsy was singing Hotel California and banging spoons on his head, did I-
Lorelai: Lift up your shirt and play drums on your stomach? Yes, you did.
Rory: You kept a good beat.
Sookie: Yeah. 'Cause if the beat was off, you'd have embarrassed yourself.

Lorelai: This is the only way to ride.
Rory: I wholeheartedly agree.
Lorelai: What happened there?
Rory: I have no idea.
Lorelai: Bad news for ringer guy, but guess who wins by default?
Rory: I guess that would be us.