Paris: Has history taught you nothing? You're in limbo, sister, no man's land, quite literally. Logan is not that bright. You need to spell it out for him. He's got to know where the red lines are, or he's gonna leap right over them and into bed with multiple British floozies.
Rory: Paris, it's okay. Logan and I are fine.
Paris: He moved to London, Rory. The most romantic city in the world.
Rory: Paris is the most romantic city in the world.
Paris: Oh, right. London is just the most sex-obsessed.

Michel: My fingers! My fingers are smashed!
Sookie: Ha! How do you like them apples, Michel?
Michel: I do not like these apples. You cheated. You hustled me. You played possum.
Sookie: Oh, no, I played arm-wrestling. Or did you think we were playing some other game? Is that why you lost so bad?
Michel: Your gloating is very distasteful. Ouch! Lorelai, I may need to take some time off to have my wrist x-rayed.

Rory: I just had to get out of there.
Lorelai: Aw. How was the goodbye?
Rory: Awful. There's nothing good about a goodbye. It's a very poorly named ritual. It was a bad bye, a very bad bye.

Rory: How can you not have ice?
Lorelai: [o.s.] You know I don't cook.
Rory: That is not cooking. That is the opposite of cooking. That's freezing. All you have in here are like batteries and film and something I think used to be an ice cream sandwich. How old is that film?
Lorelai: [enters] Ugh, 1999. Bad hair year for me, skirts were the wrong length, cut me right at the calf. I can't bring myself to develop it.

Rory: Okay, what happened between you two? You have got to give me something here, because you cannot just say that you don't want to talk about it, because I saw Lukes today, and I waved at him, and I did not know how to act. I mean, was it an "I hate you" wave, or an "I'm sorry" wave, or "I can't believe you wanted my mother to shave her head and become a moonie" wave.
Lorelai: He doesn't want me to shave my head. You shouldn't hate him. There's nothing to be angry about.

Kirk: Giant red spots. Nothing but giant red spots.

Lorelai: Soothing.
Rory: Very.
Lorelai: Zen.
Rory: Thoreau, Walden Pond.

Lorelai: I still have no idea what you're talking about.
Rory: When Logan and I were first going out, we were in the pool house one night really late, and we were falling asleep on the couch.
Lorelai: Wa wa wa.
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: Sorry.
Rory: Chachi, right?
Lorelai: Proud.
Rory: So, we were on the couch.
Lorelai: Wa wa wa.