Rory: So, why are you insisting on doing this?
Lorelai: Well, because you're starting private school tomorrow.
Rory: Yes, but I'm gonna be wearing shoes. Nobody's gonna see my feet.
Lorelai: Okay, but everybody knows that private school girls are bad. And bad girls always wear red nail polish. Are you nervous?
Rory: About what?
Lorelai: About starting Chilton.
Rory: Well, I wasn't until I heard about all those bad girls.
Lane: Guys! New CD! XTC, Apple Venus Volume 2!
Lorelai: Oh, good!
Rory: But you only finished half my toes.
Lorelai: Who cares? You're gonna be wearing shoes anyway!

Rory: Mom!
Lorelai: [wakes up] What? God! Hi.
Rory: What are you doing?
Lorelai: Having a heart attack.
Rory: I thought you were up. It's 7:10.
Lorelai: What?
Rory: It's 7:10.
Lorelai: No. Stop it! It's a quarter to six.
Rory: No, it's not!
Lorelai: Yes, it is. I set the clock for 5:45, so it's... It's 7:10.

Lorelai: What a nice, nice man.
Rory: You're feeling pretty good about yourself right now, aren't you?
Lorelai: Yeah.
Rory: Do you want me to get you a mirror?
Lorelai: I'm back. Let's go.

Lorelai: [clears throat] Um... Excuse me. [the receptionist looks up] Oh. Wow. Hi. I- I'm Lorelai Gilmore. This is my daughter, Lorelai Gilmore, because I named her after me. I was in the hospital, all whacked out on Demerol. Never mind. Um... But we call her Rory. It's short for Lorelai but she'll answer to either one or even "Hey, you" depending on... Is the headmaster here?
Receptionist: One moment. [exits]
Lorelai: [to Rory] See, that's what happens when you go to bed with your makeup on.

Hanlin Charleston: Ms. Gilmore, I'm Headmaster Charleston.
Lorelai: Hi. Wow. It's really nice to meet... Mom. Um, what are you doing here?
Emily: I came to wish my granddaughter luck on her first day of school. Rory, you look wonderful in that uniform.
Lorelai: Uh, you didn't have to come all the way out here, Mom.
Emily: Well, this gave me a chance to make sure that Hanlin here takes good care of Rory.
Lorelai: You're Hanlin.
Hanlin Charleston: Hanlin Charleston.
Emily: Hanlin's wife and I are on the Symphony Fundraising Committee together.
Lorelai: Wow. That's great.
Hanlin Charleston: Your father and I are golf rivals. We're still fighting it out to see which one is worse.
Emily: Oh, yes. We're all old friends.
Lorelai: Well, there's nothing like friends. Especially if they're old ones.

Hanlin Charleston: Well, would you like to take off your coat and have a seat?
Lorelai: Oh, no, I'm fine.
Hanlin Charleston: I'm afraid they were a little overzealous with the furnace this morning. It's quite warm in here.
Lorelai: I like it warm.
Emily: Lorelai, take off your coat and sit down. You don't want Hanlin to think you're rude.
Lorelai: [takes off her jacket] [exhales] Laundry day.

Hanlin Charleston: I've known your grandparents for quite some time.
Rory: I know.
Hanlin Charleston: In fact, I was at a party at their house just last week where I had the most delicious lobster puffs I've ever eaten. I'm very fond of them.
Rory: That's nice.
Hanlin Charleston: None of this, however, will be of any benefit to you. Chilton has one of the highest academic standards of any school in America. You may have been the smartest girl at Stars Hollow but this is a different place. Pressures are greater, the rules are stricter and the expectations are higher. If you make it through you will have received one of the finest educations one can get. And there should be no reason why you should not achieve all your goals. However, since you are starting late and are not used to this highly competitive atmosphere, there is a good chance you will fail. That is fine. Failure is a part of life. But not a part of Chilton. Understand?
Rory: So, you liked the lobster puffs, huh?
Hanlin Charleston: Take this to Miss James in the administration office across the hall.

Paris: Lorelai Gilmore.
Louise: Nice stripper name.
Paris: Formerly of Stars Hollow High School.
Louise: Where's that?
Paris: Drive west, make a left at the haystacks, and follow the cows.
Madeline: Ooh, a Dixie chick. Perfect attendance...
Madeline: Bugs, dirt, twigs.
Paris: She's a Journalism major.
Louise: That means she's going out for the school paper.
Paris: Not necessarily. She's got a thousand recommendations in here.
Madeline: Popular with the adults. Going out for the school paper.
Paris: Will you stop? You don't know that.

Mrs. James: Here's the dining room, the science hall, and the theater. Here's your locker number, here's your schedule, take this map. Here's the rules of the school and the Chilton Honor Code. Here are the words to the school song which must be recited upon demand. This can happen any place, any time. If you do it in Latin, you get extra credit. Do you have any questions?
Rory: Uh, not at the moment.
Mrs. James: If you do, make an appointment to see your guidance counselor, Mr. Winters. He handles everything but bulimia and pregnancy. For that, you have to go to the nurse or Coach Rubens. Welcome to Chilton.

Luke: For here or to go?
Lorelai: To go please.
Luke: Want to know what this does to your nervous system?
Lorelai: Ooh, do you have a chart? I love charts.
Luke: Forget it, kill yourself.