Luke: More coffee? Pancakes are coming right up. Anything else I can get you?
Rory: No, thanks.
Luke: Hey, I've got some strawberries back there. You like strawberries, don't you?
Rory: Yeah, I like strawberries but...
Luke: I'm getting you strawberries.
Rory: [to Lorelai] You told him, didn't you?
Lorelai: No. Miss Patty did.
Rory: Who told Miss Patty?
Lorelai: I don't know, numerous sources.

Luke: You're not going in.
Dean: What are you saying?
Luke: Turn around, bag boy.
Dean: Are you serious?
Luke: You see a smile on this face?
Dean: No, but what's different about that?
Luke: What's that supposed to mean?
Dean: Just that you're not exactly known as the town crackup.

Lorelai: What do you think you're doing?
Luke: He started it.
Lorelai: By doing what?
Luke: He was coming in.
Lorelai: Are you a lunatic! He's 16!
Luke: What was I supposed to do?
Lorelai: Well, stand in the street and have a slap fight, of course. Come here.

Lorelai: So where's that list?
Rory: What?
Lorelai: The list. We've got a lot to do today, Missy. Otherwise I'll be dragging your butt out of bed at 6:00 again tomorrow morning. So where do we start?
Rory: [sighs] Well, um, we need a soap dish for the kitchen.
Lorelai: Oh. A kitchen soap dish. Quite decadent, but what the hell? Let's go.

Lane: Are you sure you wanna go out tonight?
Rory: Why does everyone keep asking me that?
Lane: Because you just broke up. I'd be perfectly fine to just hang out here and listen to music, talk, not talk, whatever.
Rory: No, I am not hanging out. We're going to this party. It's gonna be great. I don't want to dwell on this. That's final.
Lorelai: Don't argue with her, or you'll find yourself the proud owner of three garden weasels.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: Three, 'cause one's just not enough.

Rory: The cornstarch.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: Uh, the cornstarch. The first time Dean kissed me... I forgot to put it with the other things. I'll just throw it out.
Lorelai: Hey, why don't you let me do that? You guys get going, okay?
Rory: Okay, bye.
Lorelai: Have fun. Bye. Ooh, hey, look in somebody's sock drawer. Rich people have hilarious sock drawers.

Sookie: Jackson, you're being unreasonable.
Jackson: Sookie, when a person offers to make another person dinner because this person is a chef and is always cooking for others that is what happens to be a nice gesture. And when that person accepts the first person's offer that means that the first person, the one who offered to cook would actually be doing the cooking, while the other person relaxed had some wine, and stayed out of the kitchen!
Sookie: I wasn't cooking. I was suggesting.
Jackson: Well, you suggested the ladle right out of my hand four times!
Sookie: I had to skim the top of the sauce or it...

Jackson: Damn it, Sookie, this is supposed to be romantic!
Sookie: It is!
Jackson: Stay out of here. I am cooking this meal alone. I'm also cleaning up alone.
Sookie: Oh, no.
Jackson: Yes.
Sookie: But you don't know how to load my dishwasher. I've a system.
Jackson: I'll wing it.
Sookie: There's a diagram in the pantry! Use it! I'm begging you.
Jackson: [o.s.] I'm doing two loads just because I can!

Max Medina: Lorelai, what-
Lorelai: Rory and Dean broke up.
Max Medina: I'm sorry.
Lorelai: Rory and Dean broke up, and she won't wallow. And I told her that she should wallow because that's supposed to help you get through the pain and then you can accept it, and get over somebody and you can move on with your life. And then she asked me, um, how long it was before I got over you. And... And I didn't know what to say because I can't lie to her. I realized that if I gave her any time frame at all that I would be lying because I'm not over you. And I don't know how long it will be before I am. And who am I to teach her about healing, moving on, and breakups? I mean, I might as well be teaching her to eat fire or swallow a sword or put her legs behind her head, you know, because at least that's a trade. I mean, the first two are. I don't know about putting the legs behind your head. But the point is that I'm an idiot, and I'm a hypocrite. And I really miss you.
Max Medina: Do you want to come in?
Lorelai: Yes. Please.

Lane: If I'm not back in one dance, you're coming down with a really bad case of anything that means we have to go home.
Rory: Is it getting warm in here, or is it me?
Lane: Thank you.
Paris: Unbelievable. She's here five minutes, she has a date. I've been going to this school 9 years, and I'm the French-soda monitor.