Lorelai: Okay. I mean a longer vacation than a trip to California.
Sookie: To a different place.
Fran: What kind of place?
Lorelai: A place out there.
Sookie: Way out there, Fran.
Fran: Europe?
Lorelai: I mean, the ultimate long vacation.
Sookie: Yeah, Fran, see, eventually we're all gonna take the same long vacation.
Lorelai: And with that being the case you might want to sell the property now and enjoy the money.
Fran: I'm very sorry, but I can never sell the place.

Rory: What's going on?
Dean: I don't know. I got here, and this is what I found. I mean, I told him it looked fake, but he didn't believe me.
Rory: And you have such an honest face.
Dean: Well, he must not love me as much as you do.
Lane: Okay, you two are officially sickening.

Sookie: Well, it was in the future, and we were all old: You, me, Rory, Jackson, Michel, everyone, gray hair, walking around with canes and we're all kind of ailing. I had those big cataract glasses on. You were hard of hearing. You kept going, 'Huh?'
Lorelai: Well, that's attractive.
Rory: It's you kids with your rock 'n' roll.
Sookie: But what, ho! Here walks up Fran. And guess what? She looks exactly the same, even better.
Lorelai: Huh. That's not fair.
Sookie: That woman is gonna live forever.
Lorelai: Not necessarily. Did you look up angina? I forgot to.
Sookie: Yeah, it's nothing major.
Rory: Guys, stop talking like this.
Lorelai: Like what?
Rory: We love Fran, remember? Fran is great.
Sookie: No, of course we love Fran. We just want to know what God's plan is for her, that's all.

Lorelai: Michel, hold down the fort.
Michel: It's a little slow now, so it's no problem.
Rory: He says he's never liked you and that you're a problem.
Michel: I said no such thing!
Mia: I don't know where this hostility comes from. Can we work this out?
Michel: There is nothing to work out.
Rory: He told you to get out.
Michel: I did not!
Mia: I don't know what I did to make him hate me.

Luke: Jess, this is Mia. She owns the Independence Inn.
Jess: Huh.
Luke: That's, "Hello, nice to meet you", in slacker.

Lorelai: Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Luke: Stop it.
Rory: You were a Trekkie?
Luke: I was not a Trekkie.
Lorelai: I believe denying you were a Trekkie is a violation of the Prime Directive.
Rory: Indubitably, Captain.
Luke: It was a gift from my aunt. I wore it to make her happy.
Lorelai: I've never wanted to make any aunt of mine that happy.

Mia: There was a phony murder?
Lorelai: Yeah, the town's too dull to work up a real murder.
Rory: But you're one "Beam me up, Scotty" reference away from being the victim of one.

Emily: [on the phone] Lorelai, your daughter's being impossible. She won't pose in an appropriate manner.
Rory: I'm trying to, Grandma. It's just awkward.
Lorelai: Let me guess how you're posing her. She's in a silly gown, on a silly chair with both of her hands raised in some silly way.
Emily: No, just the one hand is raised, and none of it's silly.
Lorelai: Pick a simpler pose, Mom.
Emily: This is the simplest, and it wasn't my choice.
Lorelai: And your choice is?
Emily: I wanted the swan to sit regally aside Rory's throne.
Lorelai: Swan? Throne?
Emily: Oh, now you have a problem with swans and thrones.
Lorelai: Because swans and thrones scream one thing, Mom: Siegfried and Roy.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Make a change, Mom.
Emily: Oh, I suppose you'd have her in the chair, reading a book.
Lorelai: Now, that sounds great.
Emily: Be serious.
Lorelai: I am! That's a completely natural pose for Rory. And a painting of her reading that's gonna be hung in Dad's study seems just crazy enough to work.
Emily: Well, maybe it's not such a bad idea.
Lorelai: Give it a try, and let her lower her arm.
Emily: Rory, you can lower your arm.
Rory: Thanks. [swan honks]
Emily: I think he's just hungry. We're going to lose the swan!

Luke: Jeez! Don't sneak up on me like that.
Lorelai: Yeah, boy, I was lucky you had your phasers on stun, right?