Lorelai: [exhales] Oh, yeah. I smell snow.
Luke: What?
Lorelai: It's coming. I always know. I can smell it, and I'm never wrong.
Luke: It wasn't in the forecast.
Lorelai: It's just my favorite time of the year. The whole world changes color.
Luke: I think I'm blacking out.
Lorelai: Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, whatever form it comes in. I'll take it. We go back, snow and me. We have a beautiful history.
Luke: Saw two forecasts, there was no mention of snow. Cold, but no snow.
Lorelai: Sleigh rides, ice skating, snowball fights. I'll even take curling. God, I love curling!
Luke: Lance Cranston on Channel 6 said it would be dry. Kimmy Liston, Live at 5, same thing. No snow, nothing.
Lorelai: Hot cocoa, hot toddies. Best time of the year!
Luke: Jimmy Mountain in Accu-Chopper One said it would be weeks before... [it snows] Lance and Kimmy are idiots.

Lorelai: Oh, I'm desperate for those mats.
Michel: I had been working on the mats but you asked me to shovel the snow. And now I have a blister, a muscle spasm and a neck crick and I have a date tonight, and a crick will cramp my kissing move.
Lorelai: Well, I appreciate your effort.
Michel: Are you being sarcastic?
Lorelai: Just a tiny bit.
Michel: You know that I am light-boned and cannot take physical exertion. I work with my mind.

Sookie: And we're almost completely out of coffee.
Lorelai: Oh, well. So, make some more.
Sookie: I mean out, out. There's no more on the premises.
Lorelai: You're kidding.
Sookie: I wish I was.
Lorelai: But there's mounds of it stacked in the walk-in. Heroin-sniffing dogs get all excited and confused when they go in there.
Sookie: Why do they get all excited and confused?
Lorelai: Because you smuggle heroin in coffee.
Sookie: No, I don't!
Lorelai: It was in Beverly Hills Cop, remember? The heroin in the coffee?

Rory: So how long are you going to keep him?
Richard: As long as it takes to find the owners.
Emily: Richard had to miss a half day of work yesterday.
Richard: But Emily has agreed to write a note excusing my absence, so it should be okay.

Emily: [on the phone] Now do you believe me?
Richard: Well, I wasn't doubting you, Emily, I just couldn't see it.
Emily: What is that?
Richard: Oh, you made it sound like it was a rabid beast, so I came prepared.
Emily: Don't get too close.
Richard: I don't see any froth on his mouth.
Emily: Well, that's something.

Lorelai: Hey, you know who just nipped at my nose? Jack Frost.
Michel: Huh. You know who just nipped at my ear? Jack I-Don't-Care.
Lorelai: Look outside, Michel. It's the first time we've seen the inn blanketed by snow. It's like a postcard.
Michel: I know. I haven't been this excited since Madonna just dropped by Total Request Live.

Michel: We've had four cancellations in the last hour.
Lorelai: Why? What happened?
Michel: All due to snow.
Lorelai: Snow? Our beautiful snow?
Michel: People say it is cold, the streets are bad-
Lorelai: The streets are fine. They're plowing away out there. A graceful, gorgeous plow was pushing the snowy white out of the street right behind me, it was beautiful.
Michel: They wanted nice weather.
Lorelai: This is nice weather. It's classic Connecticut inn weather. It's all the more reason to come.

Lorelai: [on the phone] Well, we can certainly rebook you, because we'd love to have you come anytime. Really. But if you reconsidered your cancellation and came in now you would find nothing less than a magical wonderland.A snowy xanadu of goodness. Really. Bing Crosby's warming up his pipes over by the fireplace. Magical. Mm-hmm. Yes, driving in the snow is tricky. No, I don't think I could get Bing Crosby to come pick you up. Okay. Well, just check your calendar and call me back, and I'll be here to rearrange it. Thank you. Bye-bye.

Michel: They said they would be back by noon promptly. Well, it's past noon, and their friends are here to meet them for lunch, but the Goldfarbs are erwol.
Lorelai: They're what?
Michel: Erwol! Erwol!
Lorelai: Oh! A-wol.
Michel: What do I care. I'm French. The point is, we strapped wooden sticks to the feet of a fat orthodontist and a woman with ugly chunky jewelry, and we lost them.

Luke: What are you doing?
Lorelai: The icicle foot. It's the latest dance craze, all the hip kids are doing it.
Luke: Your shoe's all wet.
Lorelai: Oh, this evil puddle was lying in wait. Evil, evil!
Luke: Let me get you a towel.
Lorelai: Oh, forget the foot. I need caffeine. Whatever form you've got, I haven't had any all day. I'll drink it, shoot it, eat it, snort it, whatever form it's in, gimme.