Rory Gilmore: The less you tell grandma, the better.
Lorelai Gilmore: By George, I think she's got it!
Rory Gilmore: What?
Lorelai Gilmore: I have been trying to burn that into your brain since you were a baby but you stubbornly resisted. Now a breakthrough, I'm so proud.
Lorelai: [Acting like a dim-witted salesgirl while showing off her mother's new personal panic room] I know how to protect you from Agent Orange and shrapnel. Ask me how!
Emily Gilmore: It's a panic room.
Rory Gilmore: Like Jodie Foster?
Emily Gilmore: What does Jodie Foster have to do with it?
Rory Gilmore: [in Richard's study] The drink cart's over there, Grandma. We can grab the gin and vamoose.
Lorelai Gilmore: No, she's got vamoose, remember? It's the gin we need.
Rory Gilmore: Okay, just to remind you, once again, the drink cart is right over here. Oh, and I think I spot gin. It's brown, right?
Lorelai Gilmore: I love that you think that.
Luke Danes: Here we go:
Luke Danes: boysenberry pie with ice cream,
Luke Danes: hot fudge sundae, half a grapefruit.
Rory Gilmore: I don't want a grapefruit.
Luke Danes: It's good for you.
Rory Gilmore: Kinda my point.
Luke Danes: [looking at Lorelai] It's too late for her, but not for you. Eat it.
Lorelai Gilmore: The service is very rude. No tip for you.
Lorelai Gilmore: In fact, he actually owes us a lot of money because we weren't supposed to be tipping him all these years.
Rory Gilmore: I know. Customarily, you do not have to tip the proprietor of an establishment.
Lorelai Gilmore: Why have we been tipping him all these years?
Rory Gilmore: We like him?
Lorelai Gilmore: Oh, that.
Lorelai Gilmore: Hey, bring us some coffee, and I promise this grapefruit will be eaten.
Luke Danes: O-kay.
Lorelai Gilmore: How long is my nose?
Rory Gilmore: Very.