Emily: Do you need some ice?
Richard: No. A taller glass.
Emily: You sound tired.
Richard: It's been a very long day.
Emily: You know, some men retire.
Richard: Yes, and some men tattoo their mother's names on their biceps.
Emily: I don't think the two are necessarily linked.

Paris: Anyhow, the way it works is that anyone who wants to be apart of the party will just leave their door open so people can just wander in and out. So what do you think?
Rory: About what?
Paris: Leaving our door open. It's the perfect opportunity to solidify our social standing at Yale. It'll virtually guarantee invitations to every other party thrown this year, and we'll get our faces in people's heads.
Rory: I don't know.
Paris: What, what don't you know? I've explained the entire thing to you.
Rory: Well, I'm not sure I want to leave our door open to a bunch of strangers.
Paris: Well, they won't be strangers once they come in and say howdy.
Rory: Yeah, but I'm not sure how I'm gonna feel that night. I might be tired.
Paris: For God's sakes, Grandpa, you're eighteen. Sleep when you're dead.

Lorelai: Okay, we've got costumes, we're got cutouts, we've got rings, ladies and gentlemen. We've got fairy necklaces, we've got tree heads. I'm picking up table decorations tomorrow. Oh, do you need me to order a Lord of the Rings cake?
Sookie: The cake is under control.
Lorelai: Okay, cake's off my list. So you've got the menu going, right?
Sookie: Yes.
Lorelai: Just festive kiddie food. You know, like, bagel dogs, tater tots, mini pizzas, mac and cheese. Oh, you know what would be great? Those colored popcorn balls. Rory used to go mental over those things.

Paris: [on the phone] I need to talk to you about Rory.
Lorelai: Paris?
Paris: She's not adjusting well. I'm actually concerned about her.
Lorelai: Well, that's very-
Paris: The socialization process in college is vitally important. The connections we make here can last a lifetime. They can alter the course of our future. That's how important they are.
Lorelai: Okay.
Paris: Now I'm sure it's tempting to emotionally stunt your daughter so she'll move back home and take care of you in your old age, but I thought you wanted better for her.
Lorelai: Hey, Paris, did something happen between you and Rory?
Paris: She won't open the door for the party. There's a party on our floor, and if you open your door, you get to be apart of it, but she won't open the door because she's busy being Heidi's grandfather, and if you were a real mother...

Rory: Paris, you called my mother?
Paris: Well, you wouldn't listen to me.
Rory: Give me that phone! [takes the phone] Hello?
Lorelai: Hi, honey. How's school?
Rory: I'm rooming with a Stephen King novel.

Paris: Okay, I've scoped out the other open rooms and no one seems to have copped a clear identity yet, which leaves the field wide open. So what do you think we should be? We've got a lot of seating, so we could be the make-out room. Or we could crank the stereo up and push the furniture aside and be the dance room. Or we could throw down some towels and be the keg room.
Rory: I don't want an identity. You already made me open the door. I opened the door. We're the open-door room. That's it.
Paris: How about some low lighting and some candles? We could be the meaningful-conversation room.
Rory: No themes.
Rory: But-
Paris: No one knows me here, Rory. Do you understand what that means? It means I can start all over. I can wipe out the last eighteen years and introduce people to the new Paris Geller, the fun Paris Geller. I just want everything to be different this year, that's all.
Rory: One candle.
Paris: Thank you. Thank you.

Paris: Hey, having a good time? I'm Paris Geller, suite five. It's open. It's got a candle - perfect for some deep conversation. Uh, prepare two to five subjects to discuss so that the conversation doesn't lag and totally ruin the vibe. Party on.

Paris: So, I did a survey of all the rooms and, by far, ours is the best.
Rory: Great.
Paris: Three is way too cluttered. Four has developed a weird smell.
Rory: Uh-huh.
Paris: Two was a contender for awhile until I started telling everyone that the girl who lives there was wait-listed. I'm gonna get out there and mingle. This is a great party.

Girl: I'm hungry.
Sookie: Would you like some gravlax?
Girl: Some what?
Lorelai: Sookie, where's the kids' food?
Sookie: Okay, you need to relax. I haven't put the kids' food out yet because you wouldn't let me use the chafing dishes and I didn't want the food to get cold. [to the girl] What did you just do?
Lorelai: Sookie.
Sookie: You just stuck that carrot in your mouth and then put it back on the platter. Why would you do that?
Girl: It tastes like diapers.
Sookie: It does not taste like diapers.

Sookie: You know, I booked this gig. I'm the one who came to you and said, "Hey, you want to cater a kids' party with me?" Here. Here is the children's food for the children's birthday party, okay?
Lorelai: What is that?
Sookie: It's macaroni and cheese.
Lorelai: It's green. Why is it green?
Sookie: Because I made it with a jalapeno-chipotle cream sauce.
Lorelai: Kids aren't gonna eat this.
Sookie: When they try it-
Lorelai: They won't even try it.
Sookie: Why not?
Lorelai: Because it's green.