Lorelai: That's what you got busted for, ringing a bell? Rory: Yeah, mhm. Lorelai: That's it, bell ringing? Rory: Yes. Lorelai: Were you at least smoking a Cuban cigar while you were doing it? Rory: Mom! Lorelai: No. I mean bad girl. How many times have I told you not to ring bells. Rory: Let's go. Lorelai: They can dent or scratch. And they make dogs crazy. Who do you think you are, the Hunchback of Notre Dame? Are you French, are you circular? I don't think so.
Lorelai: Luke, Rachel isn't the only woman in the world for you. You'll meet someone, someday. Probably at a Timberland store, and you'll ask her out. You'll pick her up, take her on a patented night of Luke Danes romance- juice bar followed by the batting cages- and then, you'll ask her back to your apartment. Luke: Any amount of money if you stop right now. Lorelai: You'll bring her back to your place, and lead her upstairs to the apartment door. You pause, gaze into her eyes. The stage is set. Fate is waiting. Then you open the door and she sees your teeny tiny apartment, one room and no closet space, and Jess' feet sticking up in the air because you never did get rid of the body! Luke: Stop, please! Lorelai: And to make matters worse, she spots it! The single bed! Luke: What's wrong with a single bed? Lorelai: Well, you know what they say. Luke: No. What do they say? Lorelai: Never date a guy who owns a single bed. It means he's not open to commitment. Luke: What? Lorelai: It says there's no room in this life for anybody but me! Luke: No, it says there's no room in this bed for anybody but me! Lorelai: Well, that's not a whole lot better!