Logan: You know you can't do this in London? The city lights are so bright, you almost never see the stars.
Rory: Yeah, but it's London.
Logan: Eh.
Rory: Wait, are you tired of London?
Logan: I'm tired of not being around you.
Rory: Yeah, but you can't be tired of London. Samuel Johnson said, "When you're tired of London, you're tired of life."
Logan: Obviously, the man was never in a long-distance relationship.
Rory: That's true.

Rory: And I can't believe that you're leaving in only 26 hours and 45 minutes.
Logan: Come on, think positive. That's an entire lifetime to a fruit fly.
Rory: Actually, you're thinking of a mayfly. Fruit flies can live for up to a month. So what do you think? Can you stay for a month? I mean, what if your meeting tomorrow goes really, really well?
Logan: I hope it does.
Rory: It will. It's a great idea.
Logan: It's basically MySpace.
Rory: But by invitation only. And it'll be like an online version of the Algonquin Group, like throwing a party in your head where everyone you've ever wanted to talk to is there. Ira Glass, Sofia Coppola, Flaubert, Danger Mouse...

Lorelai: Kirk, where's everybody going?
Kirk: Taylor called an emergency town meeting. Not sure why.
Lorelai: The smell, Kirk. The horrible, horrible smell.
Kirk: Really? I just don't think it's that bad.

Taylor Doose: As those of you who take an interest in civic events may recall, three days ago a train derailed just east of town. Luckily, no one was injured. However, three and a half tons of pickles and pickle brine were scattered along the tracks. And due to some inevitable delays in cleanup, those pickles have been baking in the sun for three days.
Miss Patty: And you knew about this?
Gypsy: It's a cover-up.
Babette: We got picklegate!

Lorelai: Wow, the smell is amazingly not terrible in here. What'd you do?
Sookie: Well, after the town meeting, I decided to make some baked apples with cinnamon and nutmeg.
Lorelai: This is apples and cinnamon?
Sookie: Mnh-mnh. The apples failed me. I mean, a terrifically famous smell, right? A powerful tool in the hands of a real-estate agent. Against the pickles, powerless.
Lorelai: What is it? It makes me happy.
Sookie: When the apples failed, I tried cheeses and breads and chocolates. But nothing could mask the power of the pickles.
Lorelai: You know, I think my sense of smell is ruined. The insides of my nose are burned out.
Sookie: Then, I decided if you can't beat them, join them. Embrace the pickle!

Lorelai: Oh, no. You know my rule about hair bands.
Christopher: My car, my tunes.
Lorelai: Really? You're gonna say, "tunes"?
Christopher: You got a lot of rules, lady.
Lorelai: Not a lot. It's just no saying "killer," no saying "wack," no saying "rockin'" or "pimping" or "slamming," capisce?
Christopher: Fo' shizzle.
Lorelai: There's got to be an eject button here somewhere.

Lorelai: I know the perfect place.
Christopher: Don't say "Dollywood." Please, don't, don't say "Dollywood."
Lorelai: The ice hotel.
Christopher: The what?
Lorelai: The ice hotel. It's amazing. I read about it in the travel section. It's a hotel totally made of ice. The roof is ice. The floors are ice. The tables are ice. The chairs are ice. Chandeliers are ice.
Christopher: I think I'm beginning to get the picture. Wouldn't it be amazing if you went down the hall and the ice machine was empty?

Lorelai: No. You get to wear parkas and fur hats.
Christopher: "Get to"?
Lorelai: And you sleep under reindeer skins. You eat reindeer meat.
Christopher: Again, "get to"?
Lorelai: You drink vodka. That's a good "get to."
Christopher: Hey, how's this for an idea? We can drink vodka in Bermuda.
Lorelai: The ice hotel in Bermuda would totally melt.
Christopher: We'll do two weekends away. First the ice hotel. Then once we've been treated for frostbite and had our stomachs pumped of reindeer meat, we'll go defrost on a beach somewhere.

Emily: They were derelicts. It's true. Remember when they stole that bottle of wine you'd been saving for 15 years?
Richard: Well, 10 years. It was a '75 Margot.
Emily: And they had no idea how to use a corkscrew, so they just cracked the top off with a brick and slurped what they could off the patio.
Richard: And look at them now. All grown up and drinking very nicely out of glasses.

Rory: And did you hear what she called us? "Adorable." She called us an adorable couple.
Logan: Wait, she said that out loud?
Rory: Yes, adorable.
Logan: Wow, you want me to go back there and kick her ass?
Rory: "Adorable" is what you say about a Full House rerun. It's not what you say about something that lasts. The great wall of China, the pyramids... no one ever called them "adorable."
Rory: And excuse me, but how many times does a girl need to stand up at dinner? Yes, you have legs. We get it. "Oh, no, I'm not leaving. I'm just going to the loo." Here's a tip. You're in America now. Speak English.