(about Max knowing his way around the kitchen) Rory: He has much knowledge. Lorelai: We shall form a cult around him. Rory: Build a statue many stories high. Lorelai: We shall grow our hair long and stop bathing.
Rory: Oh, I printed up some sample invitations for you. I made them on my computer. Lorelai: Awww. Rory: All you have to do is pick out a quote for the front page, and I'll print them up. Lorelai: Okay. Um "What is love? It is the morning and the evening star." Ugh. Rory: Sinclair Lewis. Lorelai: Sinclair Sappy Lewis. Rory: Fine, next. Lorelai: "And all went merry as a marriage bell. But hush! Hark! A deep sound strikes like a rising knell!" What is it with poetry? Rory: Lord Byron. Lorelai: Byron and Lewis, together again. Rory: Okay, last one. Lorelai: "We have buried the putrid corpse of liberty." Perfect! Rory: Mussolini it is.