Alexis Bledel: Rory Gilmore

Gilmore Girls

Rory Gilmore

Rory: Why me?
Paris: Because people like you. You're quiet. You say "excuse me". You look like little birds help you get dressed in the morning.

Rory: [when Paris suddenly appears in front of Rory] God, you're like a pop-up book from hell!

[on the phone]
Lorelai: Oh, you know what? I have someone standing abnormally close to me right now. I'll call you later.
Rory: Okay, say hi to Kirk for me.

Rory: So, is this party Grandma's having going to be a big deal?
Lorelai: Not really. The government will close that day. Flags will fly at half-mast. Barbra Streisand will give her final concert... again.
Rory: Uh-huh.
Lorelai: Now, the Pope has previous plans, but he's trying to get out of them. However, Elvis and Jim Morrison are coming and they're bringing chips.

[after Logan's prank in front of her class]
Rory: I have no words...
Logan: It was just a joke!
Rory: Oh, no, wait. I thought of some. Jerk! Ass, arrogant, inconsiderate, mindless, frat-boy, low-life, butt-face, miscreant!
Logan: 'Butt-faced miscreant'!
Rory: Why would you do something like that?
Logan: I'm sorry, 'butt-faced miscreant'?

Lorelai: Heh, you know what I just realized? "Oy" is the funniest word in the entire world.
Rory: Hmm.
Lorelai: I mean think about it, you never hear the word "oy" and not smile. Impossible. Funny, funny word.
Emily: Oh dear God.
Lorelai: "Poodle" is another funny word.
Emily: Please drink your drink, Lorelai.
Lorelai: In fact, if you put "oy" and "poodle" together, in the same sentence, you'd have a great new catchphrase, you know? Like, "Oy with the poodles already."
Rory: Hehe.
Lorelai: So from now on, when the perfect circumstances arise, we will use our favorite new catchphrase:
Rory: Oy with the poodles already.
Lorelai: I'm telling you, it's knocking "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?" right out of first place.

Lorelai: Mom, Dad, look. I know we've had our differences over where Rory should go to school, but that's behind us now. She's going to Yale, and, that's good. Really good
Rory: Nothing but smiles.
Lorelai: We're both really happy about it.
Rory: Both.
Lorelai: Her and me.
Rory: She and I.
Lorelai: Everybody in this room named Lorelai is over the moon about the going to Yale.
Rory: Which means that everybody else in this room not named Lorelai can be, equally over the moon about the going to Yale.

Lorelai: Schooch down now and go to sleep.
[she moves Rory's armchair]
Rory: What are you doing?
Lorelai: Nothing, just a little feng shui, go to sleep.
Rory: Mom, you don't have to sleep in here tonight.
Lorelai: I know, I just think the chair looks nice here.
Rory: And what's the blanket for?
Lorelai: In case the chair gets cold.
Rory: And the pillow?
Lorelai: To keep the blanket company.
Rory: Uh-huh.
Lorelai: Okay, everything's in its place. Chair seems warm, blanket seems happy, just one thing missing... oh yeah.
[sits down in chair]
Lorelai: Goodnight.
Rory: Freak of sideshow proportions.
Lorelai: I love you, too.
Rory: Mom?
Lorelai: Hmm?
Rory: I'm sorry.
Lorelai: Shh, the chair is trying to sleep.

Rory: Please, just tell me why you're here.
Dean: I don't even know...
Rory: Yes, you do!
Dean: Because I thought that you? Oh, forget it.
Rory: No.
Dean: I thought you were trying to talk to me.
Rory: Oh?
Dean: I mean, you came to my house?
Rory: Oh, no that? that wasn't me.
Dean: It *was* you.
Rory: It must have been someone that looked like me...
Dean: My sister recognized you from the pictures in my box.
Rory: What box?
Dean: The box I have of us, pictures and letters from you and everything...
Rory: You have a Rory box?
Dean: And what was going on at that town meeting, all that stuff about writing a song?
Rory: I don't know what I was talking about...
Dean: And it had nothing to do with me?... Well, I must have imagined it all, then. Your boyfriend is waiting.
Rory: He's not my boyfriend, I *hate* him!
Dean: Whatever.
Rory: Dean!
Dean: What?
Rory: Stop!
Dean: Why?
Rory: Because I love you, you idiot!

Lorelai: Oh, hi. You really like my table don't you?
Joey: I was just, uh...
Lorelai: Getting to know my daughter.
Joey: Your...
Rory: Are you my new daddy?
Joey: Wow. You do not look old enough to have a daughter. No, I mean it. And you do not look like a daughter.
Lorelai: That's possibly very sweet of you, Joey. Thanks.
Joey: So... daughter. You know, I am traveling with a friend.
Lorelai: She's sixteen.
Joey: Bye.

Rory: It's a Friday night. We should be out, I don't know, partying with the homies.
Lorelai: Our Stars Hollow homies are all in bed by now.

[Rory has just met Paul, a younger man Lorelai once dated "casually" because he came into Luke's with his parents]
Lorelai: What?
Rory: Nothing.
Lorelai: Say it!
Rory: I've always wanted a little brother.
Lorelai: He looked older the other night.
Rory: How much older could he possibly look?
Lorelai: A lot! He's usually a little scruffy, and then the baseball cap hides the funky hair thing.
Rory: He should've been holding a yo-yo and a lollipop and wearing a beanie with a propeller on it.
Lorelai: He's in his twenties.
Rory: He must have been a very good boy to deserve such a happy day. I bet they let him ride a pony.