Dean: When did you hang up on me?
Rory: Right when we first met.
Dean: You should've just said something.
Rory: I couldn't do that.
Dean: Why not?
Rory: Because then you would've known that I was calling and therefore that I liked you.
Dean: Yes, but I liked you, too.
Rory: Well, I know that now.
Dean: You could've known that then.
Rory: Dean, please. This is a girl thing.
Dean: Okay. Tell me when I'm supposed to pay attention again.

Lorelai: I have to say, for a couple of modern girls, we have time-warped with the best of 'em.

Lorelai: How ya doing there, champ?
Rory: Early.
Lorelai: Yes, it's a tad early.
Rory: No sun.
Lorelai: Well, he's not up yet.
Rory: I can't even open my eyes.
Lorelai: That's okay, there's nothing to see. Kirk's in a Speedo, Taylor's in a skirt, Al's in assless chaps.
Rory: Oh my God, stop. I'm never gonna be able to close my eyes again.

Sookie: Wait 'til you see Jackson's suit. It makes me want to ration sugar.

Sookie: Okay, I have a problem.
Lorelai: Sookie, it's five-thirty in the morning. How can you already have a problem?
Sookie: Because I'm a multi-tasker.
Lorelai: Hit me.
Sookie: Last night, I made coq au vin for dinner, so of course the subject of children came up.
Lorelai: Of course.
Sookie: All of a sudden, completely out of the blue, Jackson announces he wants four in four.
Lorelai: He wants what?
Sookie: Four in four. Four kids in four years.

Lorelai: Sookie, this is not like the fruit bowl his mother gave you. You can't stick four kids in the attic and just pull them out at Christmas.
Sookie: I know, but Jackson and I have never had a real fight. We're still newlyweds. We still sneak out of bed in the morning to brush our teeth, then get back in bed and pretend we just woke up smelling like that.
Lorelai: You don't have much of a marriage if you can't talk about the important things.
Sookie: I know.
Lorelai: Do you think I'm crazy to not want four in four? Four kids is a lot, and four years without a cocktail...
Sookie: Wow, hadn't thought of that.
Lorelai: Glad to shed some much-needed perspective on the situation.
Sookie: We'll take care of this today.

Lorelai: Your husband is Stanley Appleman. Okay, well, it's very nice to meet you. Stanley's said the nicest things about you. In the one tiny short conversation we had, you know, standing way far apart. You know, too far to touch, but close enough to hear all the wonderful things he said about his adorable, sweet-tempered, lovable... can we have someone else do our physical?

Lorelai: What are you doing?
Rory: I'm trying to kick you but I can't reach.
Lorelai: I would help you but I can't move.
Rory: Can I owe you one?
Lorelai: Yeah, no problem.

Jess: So, not dancing?
Lane: Nope.
Jess: Why not? Too cool?
Lane: Go away, Jess. No one asked for a Tony Manero wannabe to drop by.

Jess: I'm just trying to support my town.
Rory: Good, then go back to New York.
Jess: Ooh, zing. I've been snapped.
Rory: You think you're bugging me sitting in front of me staring like that?
Jess: You think you're bugging me dancing in front of me staring like that?
Rory: I'm not staring at you.
Jess: Then how do you know I'm staring at you?
Rory: I am dancing. I cannot control where my glance goes. And the few moments that I can control it, my glance goes to Dean, not to you.
Jess: So you can't control when you look at me, but you have to force yourself to look at him? Sorry, man. That's cold.