Logan: So, a 21st birthday, big event.
Rory: I guess.
Logan: Would've been nice if I had known about it.
Rory: Oh, I didn't tell you?
Logan: No.
Rory: Oh, I'm just not into birthdays.
Logan: You're not into birthdays? You, who wore green head to toe on st. Patrick's Day and bunny ears on Easter?
Rory: I have stock in Hallmark.

Emily: Now, the food. I think we should go buffet. Much more youthful. And what do you think of sushi? Sushi feels young, doesn't it?
Rory: I certainly hope so. You don't want any old sushi hanging around.

Emily: Now, I have the information for the DAR ladies, of course, and Logan. I have Logan's information. I believe I have the address of your Asian friend.
Rory: Lane.
Emily: She hasn't moved?
Rory: Not that I know of.
Emily: All right.
Rory: She'll want to bring her boyfriend.
Emily: Her boyfriend? How wonderful. Rory's Asian friend.
Rory: Lane.
Emily: Has a boyfriend. All right.

Emily: Now, what about Paris? Are you two friends? I never really could tell.
Rory: Paris should be on the list.
Emily: Then Paris is on the list.
Rory: She'll want to bring her boyfriend, too.
Emily: My goodness. I guess there's something in the air.
All right. I have the Cheevers, your cousins from Bridgeport. Now, do you want me to put your mother on this list? Mom? It's completely up to you. I just thought I should ask.
Lorelai: Yes, put Mom on the list.
Emily: All right. She's on the list.
Lorelai: And the chocolate praline crunch is the cake.
Emily: A chocolate praline crunch cake. A chocolate praline crunch cake completely covered with pearls. Ah, to be 21 again.

Lorelai: Where's Paul Anka? He didn't meet me at the door.
Luke: Peas scare him.
Lorelai: Really? Huh. Peas? Cooked or raw?
Luke: Doesn't seem pleased with either form.
Lorelai: Okay, peas are out.

Emily: Was it the Mortigans' dalmatian trying to mate with our lion statues again?
Richard: No, it was not the Mortigans' dalmatian. It was Rory and Logan.
Emily: How natural selection hasn't wiped out dogs like that, I'll never know.

Emily: You know, Richard, it might be that time.
Richard: What time?
Emily: She might be getting ready to have relations with that boy.
Richard: Oh, Emily, please.
Richard: Have you seen the size of that sports car of his? There's no room to cross your legs, much less anything else.
Emily: The car is not the only place they're getting affectionate, Richard. I walked in on them the other day in the pool house. They were very cozy on the couch, and they certainly weren't looking for her keys.
Richard: Do you really think?
Emily: I really think.
Richard: Well, we have to do something. If she's getting ready to take that step, we have to do something.
Emily: I couldn't agree more.
Richard: Tomorrow.
Emily: Tomorrow.

Lorelai: It's just my dad trying to manipulate me and get me involved in a plan to manipulate Rory.
Sookie: But you had a plan.
Lorelai: I know.
Sookie: Boy, they are determined.
Lorelai: Determined, demented, de-lovely.

Emily: Hmm. I wonder where that salad is. Will you excuse me? I'll be right back.
Richard: You know, Emily ordered some of that wonderful Irish butter. You haven't tasted rolls until you've had them with Irish butter. I'll be right back.
Rory: And then there were two.

Rory: Listen, Reverend. I really appreciate you taking the time out of what I assume is a busy day to come here and talk to me about all of this, but, um, I'm afraid the ultimate-gift ship has sailed.
Reverend Boatwright: What?
Rory: A while ago. It's probably in Fiji by now.
Reverend Boatwright: Oh.
Rory: Yeah.
Reverend Boatwright: Well...
Rory: So, have you seen The 40-year-old Virgin? 'Cause you might like it.