“Rory: You’re not worried, are you? Because I’m just going for the sun and to read, nothing more. Lorelai: I know, I know. It’s just, it’s always the good kids who’ve never had a drink that take one sip of Kahlua and fall out of a window. Rory: So you’re sad you never taught me how to drink? Lorelai:…”
“Lorelai: I’m lying in bed and I’m sleeping and I’m wearing this fabulous nightgown, and like thirty alarm clocks go off, and so I get out of bed and I walk downstairs, and there, standing in the kitchen, is Luke! Rory: Was he naked? Lorelai: No! He was making breakfast. Rory: Naked? Lorelai: Okay,…”
“Rory: One sec. You know Mom, I hate to bring this up, but I think there’s a really obvious solution to our problem. Lorelai: I know, hon. Rory: You do? Lorelai: Yes. And frankly, I think if I sold you into white slavery, I would miss you.”
“Rory: Mother-daughter window washing. We should try that. Lorelai: Yeah, right after mother-daughter shock treatments.”
“Rory: The house is burning and you can save the cake or me. Which do you save? Lorelai: That’s not fair. The cake doesn’t have legs.”
“Lorelai: Don't study so much that you get brilliant, go mad, grow a big bald egghead, and try to take over the world, OK? 'Cause I want to go shoe shopping this weekend. Rory: Promise. I will not go mad until we get you some boots.”
“Rory: You just want to hold a grudge. Lorelai: Yes. Burns more calories. Rory: That's not true. Lorelai: Yes, it is. How do you think your grandma got those legs of hers? She's not exactly a StairMaster gal.”
“Rory: You're happy. Lorelai: Yeah. Rory: . . . Did you do something slutty? Lorelai: I'm not that happy.”