Rory: You'll know, okay? You just have to let it happen. And then, probably when you're not looking, you'll find someone who compliments you.
Paris: Meaning?
Rory: Someone who likes what you like, someone who reads the same books or listens to the same music or likes to trash the same movies. Someone compatible. But not so compatible that they're boring.
Paris: Someone who's compatible but not compatible.
Rory: Yeah, kind of. I mean, you respect each other's opinions and you can laugh at the same jokes, but I don't know... There's just something about not quite knowing what the other person's gonna do at all times that's just really exciting. Look, just have a good time, you'll figure it out.

Lorelai: Okay, see, last night, when I said to you, "Tomorrow, no matter what, make sure I get up at seven", what I actually meant was, "Tomorrow, no matter what, make sure I have the option of getting up at seven in case when seven comes, I actually wanna get up", which – as it happened – I didn't. Therefore, you're currently responsible for the great alarm clock slaughter of 2002.
Luke: No survivors?
Lorelai: The one shaped like a bunny escaped with a mild decapitation.

Lorelai: This is decaf.
Luke: What are you talking about?
Lorelai: You switched my coffee again.
Luke: I'm a busy man. I don't have time to sneak around switching your coffee. I have a diner to run, I have shipments to order, I have things to flip and fry. Will you stop that?
Lorelai: Ha! [laughs] Under the sink, very clever, but not clever enough bucko.
Luke: Okay, fine, you know what? I give up. Go one day without coffee.
Lorelai: That's not giving up.
Luke: I'll put a toy in your cereal.

Luke: Now you're up, you're fed, I'm leaving.
Lorelai: Oh, hey, we need Q-tips.
Luke: I'll alert the media.
Lorelai: See, that's better with the accent. The reference is enough, you'll learn that one day.

Luke: I'll be home early, anything besides the Q-tips?
Lorelai: Cotton balls, world peace, Connie Chung's original face back.
Luke: Goodbye crazy lady. Goodbye Sid and Nancy.
Lorelai: Leopold and Loeb.
Luke: What?
Lorelai: I changed my mind, don't tell Rory.
Luke: Decaf.
Lorelai: Never.
Luke: They'll both have two heads.
Lorelai: More to love.

Rory: [on the phone] You had another dream.
Lorelai: Yes.
Rory: The doctor is in.
Lorelai: Okay, I'm lying in bed and I'm sleeping and I'm wearing this fabulous nightgown, and like thirty alarm clocks go off, and so I get out of bed and I walk downstairs, and there, standing is the kitchen, is Luke!
Rory: Was he naked?
Lorelai: No! He was making breakfast.
Rory: Naked?
Lorelai: Okay, you've been in Washington way too long.
Rory: Sorry.

Rory: [on the phone] Go ahead, he was making breakfast...
Lorelai: Eggs and pancakes and bacon, and he put decaf coffee in my regular coffee bag, which of course I knew immediately.
Rory: Hi, the nose.
Lorelai: Exactly. So eventually I find the real stuff under the sink. He hands me my breakfast, and then...
Rory: What?
Lorelai: [sighs] He kissed me and talked to my stomach!
Rory: Why would he do that?
Lorelai: Because apparently I'm pregnant!
Rory: What?
Lorelai: With twins! [sighs] Say something.
Rory: You are going to be so fat.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Just analyze my dream, please.
Rory: Okay. Well, your dream was telling you that you are secretly in love with Luke and you wanna marry him and have his twins.
Lorelai: Uh, no, try again.
Rory: What do you mean, try again? You asked me to analyze your dream, I analyzed your dream.
Lorelai: Yes, well, I reject that analysis, so I'd like another one, please.
Rory: You can't just reject an analysis and try again. You're not shopping for bathing suits here.
Lorelai: Give me another analysis or I'll put your Taylor hula-hooping dream into a whole other context.
Rory: I told you, Taylor was supposed to be Dean. I could tell by his freakishly thick head of hair.
Lorelai: I'm waiting.
Rory: Okay, maybe you're still upset about what happened with Dad and you're jealous of Sherry because she's having his baby and not you. Mom?
Lorelai: I miss you.
Rory: I miss you, too.

Lorelai: Thanks for breakfast, it was amazing, I love you, I love the bacon. Hey, bacon's manly. Why don't you just nail a bunch of packages of Kosher bacon on the walls? Smells like meat blessed by a rabbi, now that's a manly house.
Sookie: Bye-bye.
Lorelai: Okay, but if you're still thinking paint, you're still thinking like a chick.

Michel: So sad not to have a cocktail in your hand every time he comes by, no?