Lorelai: Sweetie you're never gonna find the deer.
Rory: Well I'm gonna try.
Lorelai: Well I'm in heels!
Rory: Well stay in the car.
Lorelai: It's dangerous in the car with all the kamikaze deer running around...
[getting out of the car]
Rory: I have to find it.
Lorelai: Alright, wait up! So what does the deer look like? Huh? Does it have any distinguishing marks - besides the word 'Jeep' imprinted on it's forehead?
Lorelai: You couldn't tell me? You tell me everything.
Rory: It was too humiliating.
Lorelai: Honey, you once told me you loved _Saved By the Bell_. What could be more humiliating than that?
Lorelai: I hate when I'm an idiot and don't know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, to really revel in it, take pictures. I feel we've missed a prime Christmas card opportunity.
Luke Danes: You look like you need pie.
Rory: I do?
Luke Danes: Violent pencil-tossing usually signals a need for pie.
Rory: What if I'd thrown a pen?
Luke Danes: I would've brought you a trout.
Luke Danes: I don't make the rules, I just carry them out.
Rory: A "D" at Stars Hollow is like an "F" at Chilton. It's worse. It's like a "G"... or a "W".
Lorelai: So I'm guessing the spelling test didn't go well, either?
Rory: Thanks though.
Lorelai: For what?
Rory: For yelling at the Headmaster the way you did.
Lorelai: Oh, I didn't yell at him.
Rory: You called him 'il duce'!
Lorelai: Which means 'kind sir' in Cantonese.
[during Lorelai's outburst in Headmaster Charleston's office]
Max Medina: [to Headmaster Charleston] I didn't call this place a rathole.
Lorelai: No, it's true. I added that.
[Drella plays "Iron Man" on her harp]
Lorelai: No Black Sabbath.
Drella: No one's listening!
Lorelai: No Black Sabbath, no Steely Dan, no Boston, and no Queen.
Drella: What happened to make you so cold?
Lorelai: I'll still love you... even if you can't support me in my old age in the fabulous manner to which I plan on growing accustomed.