Favorite Rory Gilmore Quotes
Rory: Louis, I think this is the beginning of a wonderful friendship.
Tristan: (pause) Who's Louis?
Rory: Think about it.
Sookie St. James: Not crying.
Lorelai Gilmore: Crying a little.
Sookie St. James: Crying a little, but not blubbering. That's what we meant when we said no crying. No blubbering.
Rory: Thank you, Mom: you are my guidepost for everything.
Sookie St. James: On the verge of blubbering here.
Jackson Belleville: Not doing too well myself.
Lorelai Gilmore: Not you, too.
Luke Danes: I'm blubbering. You're freaks!
Rory: Do they allow hot dogs in the subway?
Jess: You are such an out-of-towner!
Rory: (grabs her pillow) It's 7:10!
Lorelai: (grabs the pillow back) Stop it! It's a quarter to six.
Rory: No, it's not!
Lorelai: Yes, it is! I set the clock for a quarter to six so it's. . .
(Rory grabs the clock and shows her the time)
Lorelai: It's 7:10! Dammit.
Lorelai: Wait, close your eyes and breathe. I smell snow.
Rory: Ah, it's that time of year.
Lorelai: Can't you smell it?
Rory: You know, it's like dogs and high-pitched noises. I think it's something only you can smell.
(Rory sits down next to Lorelai and pulls a blanket over the both of them)
Lorelai: I love snow.
Rory: Really, I had no idea.
Lorelai: Everything's magical when it snows, everything looks pretty. The clothes are great. Coats, scarves, gloves, hats.
Rory: Thermal underwear, wool socks, ear flaps.
Louise: Those who simply wait for information to find them spend a lot of time sitting by the phone. Those who go out and find it themselves have something to say when it rings.
Rory: Nietzsche?
Louise: Dawson.
Rory: My next guess.
Lorelai: I know something you don't know.
Rory: What?
Lorelai: Okay, just remember, it's really wrong to gossip, unless it's true or just way too good not to tell everyone you see, whether you know them or not.
Rory: Got it, what is it?
Lorelai: Well (phone rings) Aw, if that's my conscience calling, tell it enough already, I heard it the first time.
Rory: Fourth rung of hell, party of one.
Lorelai: Well, at least my feet won't get cold.
Paris: I can't do this.
Rory: What?
Paris: Date. I can't date. I'm not genetically set up for it.
Rory: Not true.
Paris: I get no pleasure out of the prospect or the preparation. I'm covered in hives, I've showered four times, and for what? Some guy who doesn't even have the brains to buy a Zagat so we don't wind up in a restaurant that's really just a front for a cocaine laundering ring?
Rory: Ok, what's the packing crisis?
Lorelai: That's the thing. I have no packing crisis. For the first time in my life, there is no packing crisis.
(to Dean) It's my mother's name, too. She named me after herself. She was lying in the hospital thinking about how men name boys after themselves all the time, you know, so why couldn't women? She says her feminism just kind of took over. Though personally I think a lot of Demerol also went into that decision. I never talk this much.
(Dean walks away after fighting with Rory)
Rory: Please, don't walk away like that!
Dean: Sorry, I'd do a silly walk, but I'm not felling very John Cleese right now!
