Lorelai: Luke and I are dating.
Christopher: That's great.
Lorelai: Have been for, what, four months now? Man, time, it flies when you're having fun, huh? Big fun. Nothing sexual intended, although...
Luke: Sorry about your dad.
Christopher: Yeah. Thanks.

Emily: We should separate more often.
Richard: Oh, bite your tongue. [Emily chuckles]

Rory: Like my suit?
Christopher: I do. It's very Bugsy Malone.

Rory: Why did you come?
Logan: Open bar.
Rory: Quite a draw for a guy with an American Express black card.
Logan: Live band, salad, butter pats-
Rory: Logan.
Logan: Little knit bags full of those Jordan almonds.
Rory: Are you ever going to ask me out? You flirt with me. You act like you like me a little. You show up here, with a friend, not a date. I mean, aren't you? Ever? You do like me, right? Oh. Okay. Uh, no problem. I'll just, um, let you go back to your table, and I'll just start burrowing directly into the ground.
Logan: Rory.
Rory: I should be in China by midnight.

Lorelai: Grandma wants a picture.
Rory: Of this?
Lorelai: Rory, what are you doing?
Rory: Mom.
Lorelai: You're at your grandparents' wedding! Renewal/vowal/thing. Whatever. They're right out there.

Christopher: It's none of your business what's going on with Rory.
Luke: It sure the hell is my business.
Lorelai: Oh, guys, please.
Christopher: Rory is my daughter. Mine.
Luke: Oh, really? Well then, where the hell were you when she got the chicken pox and would only eat mashed potatoes for a week? Or where were you when she graduated high school, or started college? Huh? Who the hell moved her mattress into her dorm, and out of her dorm and back into her dorm again?
Lorelai: Luke, please. This is not the time.

Photographer: [o.s.] All right, wonderful. There we are. Okay. Everyone, in just a little closer. That's perfect, hold that.
Lorelai: [to Emily] You and me, we're done.
Photographer: One, two, three.