Favorite Dean Forester Quotes
Emily: So, what would everyone like to drink?
Lorelai: Uh, well, I'll have a white wine and Dean'll have a beer.
Dean: What?! (taken by surprise)
Lorelai: Corona, right?
Dean: (completely panicked) No, I don't want a beer! I don't drink beer. I'll have water or soda or anything. Or nothing. Not beer. Never beer. Beer is... beer's bad.
Emily: Relax Dean, that's just Lorelai's little sense of humor. (to Lorelai) You're very cruel.
Lorelai: Well, yes, keeps me young.
Dean: I'm just gonna sit here and stare at my hands.
Emily: Soda Dean?
Dean: Please.
Emily: Rory?
Rory: Oh, I'll have a beer. (Emily and Lorelai laugh) I'm sorry Dean, we're not laughing at you.
Lorelai: Oh wait, I think I was.
Emily: I think I was a little too. (Richard walks in) Oh Richard, there you are. Come join us.
Lorelai: Hey Dad.
Rory: Grandpa, hi. This is Dean. Dean, this is my Grandpa.
Dean: Hi. Sorry, uh, hi. (he gets ups and walks over to Richard)
Richard: Hello.
Dean: (offers to shake his hand) It's uh... it's nice to meet...
Richard: (ignores Dean's hand) Does everyone have drinks?
Lorelai: Uh yeah, we all have drinks. Thanks.
Dean: (he moves back to his seat and whispers to Lorelai) Should we do the beer thing again?
Lorelai: Uh, I don't think so.
Lorelai: See; now only a lady can gracefully walk around a room with a book on her head while eating Kung pow chicken. I mean a great lady can even spit the peanuts back into the container without anyone noticing.
Rory: Wow!
Lorelai: Yeah, well don't be intimidated. You have to practice and practice to get to my level.
Rory: Anyone want the last egg roll?
Dean: Err...no!
Lorelai: Hey, where are you going?
Rory: To get the last egg roll.
Lorelai: Getting the egg roll yourself?
Rory: Yes!
Lorelai: No, ladies never get their own egg rolls, ladies never get their own anything they don't even get their own ideas.
Rory: Oh Boy!
Lorelai: They just sit helplessly and wait for some young strong man to come by and assist them. They don't step in puddles, they don't step over puddles, and they can't even look at puddles. They actually need to be blindfolded and thrown in a sack and carried over puddles.
Rory: Isn't there a moratorium on how long ladies are supposed to talk?
Lorelai: Errno! Now repeat after me "I am completely helpless".
Rory: So?
Dean: So what?
Rory: It's good, isn't it?
Dean: It's the Rock-n-Roll hall of fame induction.
Rory: And doesn't Neil Young look cool?
Dean: I guess.
Rory: And you'll notice he's wearing a tux.
Dean: Neil Young looks cool because he's Neil Young, not because he's wearing a tux.
Lorelai:(on phone with Emily) I don't have to ask her Mom, I know the answer... I know the answer... yeah, no, I don't have to... yeah, hold on. (to Rory) Rory, would you like Grandma's hair stylist to come and set your hair before the ball? (Rory makes a face) Oh, I did not coach her, Mom. Go back to talking about gloves!
Rory:(to Dean) I think you're going to look great in a tux.
Lane: Tails.
Dean: What?!
Lane: Yeah, according to this, all escorts must be properly attired in black tails, white cumberbuns and white gloves.
Dean: What?!
Rory: I'm sure the gloves are optional!
Lane: Not according to this.
Dean: Tails? Gloves?
Rory: Remember Neil Young. Remember that you love me. Remember that I'll be watching battlebots with you for a month!
Dean: Show me Neil Young again.
Rory: God! You're like Ruth Gordon just standing there with the tannis root. Make a noise.
Dean: Rosemary's Baby.
Rory: Yeah.
Dean: Well, that's a great movie. You've got good taste. Are you moving?
Rory: No, just my books are.
Rory: So what do you think?
Dean: I think you look like a cotton ball.
Rory: Why, thank you, Jeeves.
Dean: But a really cute cotton ball.
Sookie: Are you sure this is Shakespeare?
Dean: What's with all the grunting?
Lorelai: I wish Luke was here, he could translate for us.
(at Doose's)
Tristin: (to Dean) Excuse me stockboy, could you tell me where I can find the shortening? Now, that is a fine looking apron. I mean it, I mean, really sensational.
Dean: What are you doing here?
Tristin: Well, to be honest, there's something I wanted to ask you. (holds up two bags of flour) In your professional opinion, which one of these would make my cakes fluffier?
Lorelai: Hey Dean. Do you want some fries?
Dean: No, I'm actually going home for dinner. My mom made fried chicken tonight and she saved me some.
Lorelai: Oh, you have a cooking mom.
Rory: That's so nice.
Lorelai: Well, she may make chicken, but is she a casual dater?
Rory: I hope not. She's married.
Rory: Why aren't you saying anything?
Dean: Words seem to be very dangerous right now.
(Jess walks up behind them)
Jess: I gotta tell you, of all the nutty barn raising shindigs this town can cook up, this one wasn't half bad.
Dean: Glad you enjoyed it.
Jess: Yes I did. So shall we?
Dean: Shall we what?
Jess: Shall we go?
Dean: Go where?
Jess: Go eat.
Dean: Excuse me?
Jess: The person who buys the basket wins the company of the person who makes the basket for lunch. Basket, basket maker, guy who didn't bring enough money.
Dean: You think this is funny.
Jess: Well, it's no Lenny Bruce routine but it has its moments.
(Dean and Lorelai watching through the window of Luke's Diner to Rory and Jess who are flirting)
Dean: Rory wouldn't lie, right?
Lorelai: No. Rory wouldn't lie.
Lorelai: Do you want a soda?
Dean: No, thanks. I'm gonna go. Uh, don't tell Rory I was here, okay?
Lorelai: Hey, I'm just sitting here at the table talking to myself. . .again.
