Rory: Sorry.
Lorelai: No, this is good. It's like G.I. Jane, but we get to keep our hair.
Rory: I just couldn't.
Lorelai: Honey, say no more. Think of this as an adventure. Two girls battling the elements, desperate for survival.
Rory: Or coffee.
Lorelai: Same thing.

Rory: You know, I bet you can tell a lot about people from their garbage.
Lorelai: Yeah?
Rory: Think about it. Trash is discarded aspects of people's lives. It talks about their eating habits, what they read do they go to concerts, are they responsible, do they pay their bills on time?
Lorelai: Yeah, honey, you do know that trash doesn't actually talk unless it's on Sesame Street.
Rory: I'm just trying to make a point.
Lorelai: That going through garbage is interesting.
Rory: And educational.
Lorelai: And stinky and a little nuts.
Rory: There's nothing nuts about wanting to know more about human nature. Curiosity is how we grow.
Lorelai: Gah. We need to get you out of this alley.

Rory: I feel like everyone is staring at me.
Lorelai: Well, yeah, because you've got a banana peel stuck to your foot.
Rory: I do?
Lorelai: I'm kidding. Nobody's staring at you.
Rory: They know.
Lorelai: They don't know.
Rory: It's probably all around town by now.
Lorelai: It just happened last night. It's, like, 6:00 in the morning.
Rory: Everyone knows that I've been dumped.
Lorelai: Do you want to go home?
Rory: No, we have a list.
Lorelai: Okay. Great. I'm gonna order us something. Any preferences? Eggs, French toast, key to the dumpster?
Rory: I don't care.

Miss Patty: Lorelai, what a nice surprise so early in the morning. So how's things?
Lorelai: You know, don't you?
Miss Patty: Yes, and I feel awful. I feel completely responsible.
Lorelai: Well, you should.
Miss Patty: Well, I got Dean that job, and I certainly encouraged them. I felt they were so right together.
Lorelai: Miss Patty, please don't say anything to Rory about it. She's a little concerned about everybody finding out.
Miss Patty: Oh, of course. Not a peep.
Lorelai: And spread the word, okay?
Miss Patty: Spread the word? Consider it done. Oh, and Lorelai, would you give the angel a hug for me? You don't have to say it's from me. Just give her a hug.

Lorelai: Dean broke up with Rory.
Luke: What?!
Lorelai: Keep it down. She doesn't want anybody to know.
Luke: Oh, I knew it. I knew that kid was trouble.
Lorelai: Yes, you did. You knew it. Pancakes, please.
Luke: God, he's got a nerve. I mean, what does he think? He's gonna do better than Rory? Is he crazy? Jeez. All right, forget it. Good riddance, adios, bienvenidos, hasta la vista.
Lorelai: Could we get off the Small World ride and get cooking?
Luke: How is she?
Lorelai: She's been dumped by her first boyfriend.
Luke: Man, I swear I would love to... Okay, I'm gonna put some whipped cream on the pancakes, too.

Lorelai: I can't wait to try the toaster pizza. It looks so gross, which is usually the mark of a great junk food.
Rory: Beefaroni.
Lorelai: Enough said.
Rory: I'm gonna go plug in my new wall air freshener. Give me five minutes and then come sniff my room.
Lorelai: Cheese or pepperoni?
Rory: Whatever.
Lorelai: Both. Good choice.

Rory: Can I take the car?
Lorelai: Yes.
Rory: Can I borrow something to wear?
Lorelai: Yes.
Rory: Are you gonna give in to anything 'cause you feel sorry for me?
Lorelai: Yes!
Rory: I'll make a list.

Sookie: Do you hear something?
Lorelai: Like what?
Sookie: Like someone using the wrong size pan to sweat the onions in. [chuckles]
Lorelai: No, nothing like that.
Sookie: Okay, well, maybe I'm hearing things.

Sookie: Could you peek inside the kitchen and tell me if the orange Le Creuset is on the far left burner.
Lorelai: Why don't you just go in there?
Sookie: Well, now, I would, but Jackson kicked me out.
Lorelai: He did.
Sookie: Yeah, and he won't let me back in there. It's driving me crazy.
Lorelai: Well, maybe he just wants you to relax. I wouldn't mind that, either, actually.
Sookie: Just take a peek for me, will you? Tell him you want some water. And here. Take a picture for me.
Lorelai: Sookie, I'm not spying on Jackson.
Sookie: What if he's using the wrong spoon in the wrong sauce?

Louise: Later, Paris.
Paris: No glove, no love.
Louise: Lovely.