inspired by the intelligence of miss amy sherman-palladino....you are missed!
Lorelai: Well, as Maid of Honor, if you're not there I'm gonna have to get drunk and make out with the best man, who is Rory, so you can see all the very creepy ramifications of your absence here.
Lorelai: Stop saying "mother" like that.
Rory: Like what?
Lorelai: Like there should be another word after it.
Rory: [at town meeting, during the town-troubadour debate] ... sometimes you have something you need to say but you can't, because the words won't come out or you get scared or you feel stupid. So, if you could write a song and sing it, then you could say what you need to say and it would be beautiful and people would listen and you wouldn't make a complete idiot out of yourself. But all of us can't be songwriters, so some of us will never be able to say what we're thinking or what we want other people to know we're thinking, so we'll never be able to get the chance to make things right again...
Luke: Those jeans are really working for you.
Lorelai: Yeah?
Luke: They're working for me, too.
Lorelai: You're flirting with me.
Luke: Something like that.
Lorelai: Finally. Do it some more.
Luke: Your shoes work well with that... shirt.
Lorelai: Gee, Carson, thanks.
Rory: When is dinner ready?
Lorelai: Do I look like a timer?
Rory: I thought you might have set one.
Lorelai: Silly rabbit.
Rory: Timers are for kids.
Lorelai: Come on, Rory. We will be going to dinner there next week and every week for the rest of our lives. And I mean the rest of our lives, because my parents will outlive us. The Damned can do that.
Paris: For example, I can instantly deduce that when someone hears the name Paris in the same sentence with the word date, jaws will drop, confused looks will cover faces, words like 'how' and 'why' and 'Quick, Bob, get the children in the minivan because the world is obviously coming to an end.' will immediately fly out of people's mouths.
