Lorelai: Rory, my heart, it is Saturday, the day of rest.
Rory: Sunday is the day of rest.
Lorelai: No, Saturday is the day of pre-rest.
Rory: Pre-rest?
Lorelai: Yeah, so that way when you actually get to Sunday you're rested enough to enjoy your rest.
Rory: That makes absolutely no sense.
Lorelai: That's because it's 6:00 on Saturday morning.

Lorelai: Honey, he did not plan a romantic evening complete with dinner and a junkyard which we'll get back to later... And then suddenly decide to dump you.
Rory: How do you know?
Lorelai: Because I've read every Nancy Drew mystery. The one about the Amish country twice. I know there's more to the story than what you're telling me.

Lorelai: Rory, what's the matter?
Rory: Nothing. I just want to get started. I listed all the things we say we're gonna do on weekends but when weekends comes around you say they're too boring to actually do on a weekend day. So then you say we'll do them during the week which, of course, we never do. So... I think that we should get them all out of the way today once and for all. And to make it interesting, we should come up with, like, a reward system. So once we're done with everything on the list, we could go get manicures. Or we could go to that Swiss place for fondue for dinner. Or we could stuff our purses full of Sour Patch Kids and Milk Duds and go see the Stars Hollow elementary school production of Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf??
Lorelai: It's 6:00.
Rory: I know.
Lorelai: On Saturday morning.
Rory: That's right.
Lorelai: It's 6:00 on Saturday morning!
Rory: Do you want to wear docks or sneakers?
Lorelai: I want to wear slippers.
Rory: Up, please!

Lorelai: Rory, I'm concerned about you. I wish you would talk to me.
Rory: I don't want to deal with it right now. I can't deal with it right now.
Lorelai: Fair enough. But listen, I've had my heart broken before. It's really hard. It's hard for everyone, so can I give you a little advice?
Rory: Okay.
Lorelai: I think what you really need to do today is wallow.
Rory: Wallow?
Lorelai: Oh, yeah. Get back in your pajamas, go to bed, eat nothing but gallons of ice cream and tons of pizza, don't take a shower, or shave your legs, or put on any kind of makeup at all. Just sit in the dark, watch a really sad movie and have a good long cry and just wallow. You need to wallow.
Rory: No.
Lorelai: Rory, your first love is intense and your first breakup even more intense. Shoving it away and ignoring it while you make lists is not going to help.

Lorelai: What are these people doing up on a Saturday morning.
Rory: Some people like getting up early.
Lorelai: You lie.
Rory: No, they do it voluntarily.
Lorelai: Really?
Rory: Every day.
Lorelai: Jump back.
Rory: Excuse me?
Lorelai: Kevin Bacon in Footloose, reaction to the no-dancing-in-town rule as revealed by Chris Penn, brother to Sean, sage to all.
Rory: Should have known.
Lorelai: Yes, you should have known. I have no idea what they teach you in that damn school.

Lorelai: Who are all these people?
Rory: It's the 6:00 a.m. crowd.
Lorelai: I officially recognize nobody in this place.

Lorelai: Madeline's having a party?
Rory: I'm going to go.
Lorelai: You're going to a Chilton party?
Rory: Yes, I am.
Lorelai: Honey, why don't you stay home and read The Bell Jar? Same effect.

Lane: I have a major problem.
Rory: What?
Lane: Henry, the guy I have been dancing with.
Rory: Yeah?
Lane: Okay, he's really good in school. He's gonna be a doctor. Pediatrician, to be exact. His parents are extremely involved in their local church. He himself helps out with Sunday school. He speaks Korean fluently, he respects his parents. And he's also really cute, very funny, and surprisingly interesting.
Rory: Lane, I'm sorry, but I'm totally failing to see the problem here.
Lane: I'm falling for a guy my parents would approve of! They'd love him! They'd go crazy! There'd be dancing in the Kim house! Dancing!
Rory: Really?
Lane: Followed by a lot of praying. But initially, there'd be dancing. This is horrible. It can't happen. I have to stop it. We need to go.

Rory: I don't want to wallow.
Lorelai: Try it for one day.
Rory: No.
Lorelai: One day. One day of pizza and pajamas. I'll rent Love Story and The Champ, An Affair to Remember, Ishtar.
Rory: I don't want to be that kind of girl.
Lorelai: The kind who watches Ishtar?
Rory: The girl who just falls apart because she doesn't have a boyfriend.
Lorelai: That description hardly applies to you.
Rory: It will, if I wallow.
Lorelai: Not true.

Lane: Wow, this is unbelievable. My wedding won't be this big.
Rory: Yeah.
Lane: This is amazing! People live here? This is Madeline's house.
Lane: Is this what your grandparents' house looks like?
Rory: No. I mean, it's big, but it's not this Hearst Castle-y.
Lane: I mean, there should be a map or a tour guide or Robin Leach or something.
Rory: Lane, thanks for coming with me. Anytime.
Lane: My God, there's a pool table. And a deejay. It's like a teenage Sodom and Gomorrah.