Rory: Okay.Just one more trip.
Lorelai: No! I can't. This is why we don't exercise. It's too exhausting.
Rory: Well, it wouldn't be so exhausting if we exercised.
Lorelai: Oh, darn your college-graduate logic.

Rory: [on the phone] Logan and I have this romantic afternoon planned.
Lorelai: Oh, really?
Rory: We're spackling.
Lorelai: Oh. Well, spackle well, or whatever one says to encourage a successful spackle.
Rory: Have a good spackle?
Lorelai: Spackle on.
Rory: Break a spackle?
Lorelai: Knock on spackle if things work out.

Lorelai: And heels. I need to find a pair of heels that will not sink into the grass at Yale. It's all grass at Yale, unless it's cobblestones. Between the grass and the cobblestones, you can't barely walk around there. So, in fact, don't help me remember heels. Help me remember wedges.

Rory: [on the phone] Milan Kundera is speaking at our graduation.
Lorelai: Oh.
Rory: What? You're not a big Kundera fan?
Lorelai: Uh, no. I'm unbearably light on him.
Rory: I see.

Richard: So, when my wife and I sat down to write our toast, we ran into something of a problem. All of our words sounded too mundane, too insignificant to mark such an auspicious occasion as Rory's graduation from Yale. So instead maestro.
Emily: Please excuse us. We're not singers.
Richard: Never let them see you sweat, dear. [sings] You're the top You have graduated.
Emily: [sings] You're the top Your grandparents are elated.
Richard: Newspaper editor Phi Beta Kappa Wow!
Emily: You're a revelation A huge sensation
Richard: You should take a bow
Emily: You are done No more school for you
Richard: There is nothing Now that you can't do
Emily: You'll make us proud We'll sing it loud
Richard: It's true!
Both: [sings] 'Cause now, Rory you're a bulldog Through and through.

Logan: If I could, I'd also like to say a few words about my girlfriend of the past three years. You amaze me, Rory Gilmore, every day, everything that you do, everything that you are. This past year, I realized that I don't know a lot more than I thought I knew. If that makes sense. I'm a little bit nervous. I didn't think I would be. What I'm trying to say is that I don't know a lot. But I know that I love you. And I want to be with you forever. Rory Gilmore... will you marry me?
Rory: Um... wow. Um, wow. I... Wow.
Logan: Is there a "yes" in between those "wows"?
Rory: Um, I'm just... I'm so surprised. I-I just... Would... Um... W-will you come talk to me outside?

Rory: It was awful. He was obviously disappointed and upset. You know, he made all these plans about the house we would live in and the avocado tree in our backyard...
Lorelai: Well, you do like guacamole.

Rory: And why are you so calm, by the way?
Lorelai: Oh, well, he asked my permission a couple days ago.
Rory: What? You knew?
Lorelai: I was dying to tell you.
Rory: Oh man, you are a good secret keeper.
Lorelai: Not really. I told Sookie. I told your dad. Paul Anka and I discussed it at length.

Lorelai: Are you allowed to talk in there?
Kirk: Rules are a little gray on that!

Richard: I'm just saying he's a superb writer.
Emily: I'm just saying that a superb writer does not a superb speaker make. I could barely stay awake.
Richard: I told you to start with coffee. It's a two-ceremony day.
Lorelai: Maybe it's just a cultural thing. Maybe Milan Kundera is the Robin Williams of the Czech republic.
Emily: With that voice? So soporific it was as if he were trying to perform a mass hypnosis.