Rory: I'm going to go change.
Lorelai: Great. Come back as Thora Birch.

Emily: Oh my God, I'm so nervous, I haven't eaten a thing all day.
Lorelai: Do you want me to whip up a little pasta for you, Mom?
Emily: Stop that. Maybe I should take a Seconal.
Lorelai: Excellent idea, Judy.

Rory: Best man in the house.
Emily: Oh, my goodness, Rory, you absolutely look adorable.
Lorelai: Say, aren't you the culture Queer Eye guy?
Emily: Ignore her, you look dashing.
Lorelai: Yeah, now go buy me some earrings.

Luke: Oh, my God, there's dancing?
Lorelai: Yeah. We're doing the one from Pulp Fiction. Do you want to be Uma, or should I?

Lorelai: Aw, man. I've already seen ten people I hate, twenty people I know whose names I can't remember, and forty people I don't know but who will expect me to know them anyhow.

Luke: Hold on, did you say Cop Rock marathon?
Lorelai: Yeah, I got 'em all on tape. Trying to figure out what you see in me?
Luke: Yep.
Lorelai: Wait'll you see me in the boots.

Emily: [on the phone] I picked up my dress from the dressmaker and it's a disaster.
Lorelai: What?
Emily: I got it home and it's falling apart. I need you to fix it.
Lorelai: Uh, but-
Emily: I'm coming over.
Lorelai: No, Mom, I-
Emily: Yes, I need you to fix this.
Lorelai: I'm not the woman who made it. Make her fix it.
Emily: When a woman gives birth to a crack baby you do not buy her a puppy.
Lorelai: What does that mean?

Lorelai: We can't eat all of this before she gets here.
Rory: Most of it.
Lorelai: Sure, most of it.
Rory: But not the tater tots or the pizza tower.
Lorelai: Okay, we'll have to do the evening in two parts. We'll watch one Cop Rock, eat this stuff here, she'll come over, I'll get her dress done as fast as I can, then we'll continue with our evening.
Rory: Maybe we should put it off.
Lorelai: She comes, I fix, she goes, we Rock.

Luke: Oh! Uh, congratulations.
Emily: For what?
Luke: You know, your thing tomorrow, renewing your vows.
Emily: You congratulate the groom. You offer the bride best wishes.
Luke: Oh. ... Uh, best wishes.
Emily: Why, thank you, Luke. How sweet of you to say. I'll see you tomorrow.
Luke: Hey, I'm looking forward to it.

Lorelai: Look, everyone, it's Gypsy!
Emily: Gypsy! Gypsy's here! Everyone, Gypsy's here!
Lorelai: Gypsy, that's Emily.
Emily: Come on, Gypsy, come over here and sit by me.
Gypsy: Okay.
Emily: I have to say, Lorelai, I am loving this drink. Have you ever had one of these, Gypsy?
Gypsy: I don't know.
Emily: It's called a rum and Coke.
Babette: You know, you may look high-brow, Emily, but underneath, you're just a broad.
Emily: Did you hear that, Gypsy, I'm a broad.