Paris: So, we seem to have a block of eight days here in late March that is disturbingly free of resume-building activity. Might be a good time to commit to some volunteer work. I'm not crazy about wheeling around elderlies in bathrobes, so I'm leaning towards tree planting.

Rory: I'm not being lazy, Paris. I'm not interested in being a lawyer. I'm interested in journalism.
Paris: Just because you go to law school doesn't mean you have you have to be a lawyer. Look at Dan Abrams. He's a journalist, but because of his law degree, he became the face of the Scott Peterson trial.
Rory: I don't want to be the face of the Scott Peterson trial, and I hate Dan Abrams. I will also not be taking the MCATs.
Paris: Sanjay Gupta, senior medical correspondent at CNN. Right now, he's got the market cornered.
Rory: Well, good for Sanjay.

Rory: What's all this?
Paris: This is the game plan for what I call Operation Finish Line.
Rory: Need more.
Paris: Okay. We only have five months left before we leave the warm and comforting bosom of this university and face the bitterly cold shoulder of the real world.
Rory: "We"?
Paris: You and I. You're the green marker. Green was a random choice, not a subtle comment about how inexperienced you are with real-life matters. Then again, maybe it was.

Emily: Did you really like the meal?
Lorelai: It was incredible, Mom.
Emily: On our recent trip to Mexico, your father and I were served quail Mazatlan, and I insisted that Bridget find the recipe.
Lorelai: Well, she found it.
Rory: Yeah. Tell that Bridget that that quail Mazatln was a triumph.
Emily: It's the tequila-cactus sauce that makes it special.

Christopher: I thought for sure your mom saw me put mine in here.
Lorelai: How could so tiny a quail have such a big, awful taste?
Rory: I think the sauce burned through my napkin.
Christopher: And now we just throw it in the bushes?
Rory: No!
Lorelai: We tried that before.
Rory: The chicken Kiev. And the baklava, too.
Lorelai: Yeah. The neighbor's cat found it and dragged it to the back patio. So busted.
Christopher: How do we get rid of it?
Lorelai: We take it with us in the car.
Rory: And we give it the old heave-ho over Tyler's bridge.
Lorelai: Got to make sure we get every piece in the water, though.
Rory: Oh yeah. One stray piece of quail Mazatlan, and Grandma will have the river dredged.
Lorelai: We need something to weigh them down. Hey, how attached are you to that watch?

Sookie: I have your coffee and muffins hot from the oven. Well, actually, they're not really muffins. They're muffin tops because the muffin tops are the only parts you like.
Lorelai: You baked me a whole basket of muffin tops?
Sookie: Yep. I have got apple-cinnamon-walnut, lemon-poppy seed, apple spice, and double chocolate chip, which is really more cake than muffin. But if calling them a muffin means you can eat them in the morning, then I am all for it.

Christopher: Isn't it beautiful?
Lorelai: Yeah. And big.
Christopher: All the better to watch Reggie Bush score touchdowns on.
Lorelai: I forget. Which one of the Bush daughters is Reggie?

Rory: Oh, so I'm applying for an oceanography fellowship?
Paris: And I might point out that the application is due by February 28.
Rory: But I know nothing about oceanography. I can't even tell you which direction the ocean is.
Paris: You apply, you get the fellowship, then you decide if you want it.
Rory: I already know I don't want it.
Paris: It's a defensive move. It's like Monopoly. Your little wheelbarrow lands on St. James Place. You think, "I don't really want St. James Place, but I don't want some other schmo to get it, so I'll stick a plastic house there." Am I getting through to you?
Rory: You're making me want to play Monopoly.

Judge: The first letter is written on behalf of Mr. Danes by a miss Lorelai Gilmore. This is dated January 9, 2007. "To whom it may concern, "in the nearly 10 years that I have known Luke Danes, I have come to know him as an honest and decent man. He's also one of the most kind and caring persons I have ever met."
[Christopher reads the draft letter in Lorelai's bedroom]
Lorelai: [v.o.] "I'm a single mother, and I raised my daughter by myself, but once Luke Danes became my friend in this town, I never really felt alone. Luke and I have had our ups and downs over the years, but through it all, his relationship with my daughter, Rory, has never changed. He's always been there for her no matter what. He was there to celebrate her birthdays. He was there cheering her on at her high school graduation. Luke has been a sort of father figure in my daughter's life. With his own daughter, Luke wasn't given the opportunity to be there for her first 12 years, but he should be given that opportunity now. Once Luke Danes is in your life, he is in your life forever."
Judge: "I know from personal experience what an amazing gift that is, and not to allow him access to his daughter would be to seriously deprive her of all this man has to offer, and he offers so much. Thank you for your time. Sincerely, Lorelai Gilmore."

Richard: So the hunter comes out of the tent, looks around, and says, "Ah, very well then. Now, where's that gorilla?"
Lorelai: Well, now you've heard Dad's big game-hunter-and-the-gorilla joke, you're officially part of the family.
Rory: It's not too late to back out.
Emily: Yes, Richard, I beg you, get some new material.