Rory: Hey, can you stash this at your house till the party? It's just favors and stuff.
Lane: Ironic, isn't it? You having to hide stuff at my house for a change.
Rory: Life has come full circle.

(about the school's band uniforms) The plumes are too big and it looks like big red fountains of blood spurting out of our heads.

Watch it. You break it, you buy it. Ten percent off for cousins, twenty percent off for nephews and nieces.

Mrs. Kim

Zack: You need to move back more.
Brian: Why?
Zack: Because when I do my double jump kick off the amp with slashing windmills, I'm gonna need more room.
Lane Kim: Well, don't do that, then.
Dave Rygalski: Yeah, sounds a little too Milli Vanilli.

Rick Bloomenfeld: KE-E-E-E-E-E-E-G!
Kyle: That's my cousin Rick. He just turned 21. Pretty awesome.
Rick Bloomenfeld: 21! Yeah!
Lane Kim: What is that - beer?
Zack: No, it's one of those milk kegs.
Brian: Ha. Good one.
Lane Kim: There's beer? Is that legal?
Dave Rygalski: Well, apparently, Rick is 21.
Rick Bloomenfeld: 21! WHOO-HOO!
Dave Rygalski: Or just really into that particular integer.

Mrs. Kim: You have everything you need? Food, water, music notes?
Dave: Yes
Mrs. Kim: Where's your tambourine?
Dave: We don't have one.
Mrs. Kim: Next time bring one.
Zack: (to Brian) Dude, remember the drill instructor in Full Metal Jacket?
Brian: Totally!

Lane: I have got to do something!
Rory: Run around the block!
Lane: Why?
Rory: I don't know!
Lane: Good enough for me. (dashes out of the room)

Of course, I don't exactly have what you and Dean have because you love Dean and Dean loves you back. In my situation, I love Dave and Dave thinks that I have a decent sense of rhythm.

Rory: What is that stuff?
Lane: Eggless egg salad. Though this year my mom added food coloring to make the egg-like product look more eggy.
Rory: Smart.
Lane: And every sandwich comes with your own personal pamphlet "Dancing for the Devil", an illustrated look at the effect of dancing on your chances of spending all eternity in hell.
Rory: Boy, her flames are getting really good.
Lane: Well, she just bought a new color printer. You can do a ton of stuff with it.

Rory: Oh, a girl told me once that if your scalp is hurting, drink a 7-Up. It has something to do with the fizz.
Lane: The Kim household does not have soft drinks!
Rory: Well, what do you have?
Lane: Something called salad water, imported from Korea. Trust me, it's nothing like 7-Up!

(Sophie closes and locks the front door as the last customers leave. Lane is still admiring the drum set.)
Sophie: It's after six. We're closed!
Lane: Five more minutes?
Sophie: Nope. Now.
Lane:'re from New York, huh?
Sophie: Yes, I am.
Lane: I want to go to New York someday.
Sophie: Good for you.
Lane: Did you like it there?
Sophie: It was alright.
Lane: What part of New York did you live in?
Sophie: Okay, look, what's your name?
Lane: Lane Kim.
Sophie: Very nice to meet you, Lane Kim. Now you have got to get out of here because I am going to close and you are not going to schmooze me into forgetting that I am going to close!
Lane: Wait!
Sophie: What?
Lane: I have to have those drums.
Sophie: Great, cash or credit?
Lane: No, see I have no money. Plus even if I did have money there's no way I could take those home with me because my mother would never stop crying so I have a proposal.
Sophie: Uh-huh...
Lane: Twice a week, on Wednesday and Friday evenings at 6:00 I could come and practice here.
Sophie: (sarcastically) Wow, that sounds great!
Lane: Now I'm not expecting you to let me do this for free or anything because I'll clean or do inventory or stock stuff or whatever it is that you need done.
Sophie: I don't need that much done.
Lane: Well I could do other things also, like...uh, oh hey do you know Korean?
Sophie: No.
Lane: Well then I could teach you.
Sophie: Why would I want to learn Korean?
Lane: Why wouldn't you? I mean it's a great language and being bilingual in this day and age can only be a plus...
Sophie: Please! Go home!
Lane: I can't! I can't go home until you say yes. I have to rock, I have to, please, I am so begging you let me rock.
Sophie: Why Wednesdays and Fridays?
Lane: Because that's when my mom has her Bible group.
Sophie: (sighing) Okay. Let's see what you got.
Lane: Really? Oh my God! Thank you! (goes over to drums) Can I hit them this time?
Sophie: (hands her the drum sticks and smiles) Go ahead.
Lane: Yes! A one-two-three-four! (starts to hit drums)
Sophie: (leaning over and yelling over the noise) I'll be in the back (lowers voice when Lane stops drumming) in case the cops come.
Lane: Oh, hey do you mind turning off the lights on your way out? My mom sometimes walks home this way.
(Sophie nods and turns them off. Outside of the store Rory is walking home from the bus stop and listens to her playing.)

(Lane goes into Sophie's Music and is unseen going to the back of the store.)
Kirk: (hands resume to Sophie) That's my home phone number, my cell number, my pager number, and there's a partial list of references.
Sophie: Yeah, okay, I'll hang onto this, but as I said before we just opened so I'm not really looking to hire anybody right now.
Kirk: I am licensed to carry a gun if that will help.
Sophie: (sarcastically) You have no idea how much.
(Lane is looking at some instruments and is just about to touch a guitar.)
Sophie: May I help you?
Lane: Oh no thank you I was just looking.
Sophie: We like the looking. It's the touching we're a little iffy on.
Lane: Actually I was just going to (bumps into a cello)-ooh! That probably would have been considered as touching, wouldn't it?
Sophie: (sighing) Yes.
Lane: (sees a red drum set) Oh my...
Sophie: That's a DW drum set with Zildjian cymbals.
Lane: It's beautiful.
Sophie: You play?
Lane: Oh no, I wish.
Sophie: Sit.
Lane: What?
Sophie: Sit down, see how it feels.
Lane: Oh no, I couldn't.
Sophie: Why? Your legs don't bend?
Lane: No they bend.
Sophie: Okay, if they bend, then bend them.
Lane: Well, okay. (sits down on stool) This is a good stool.
Sophie: Yes, it is. Here. (hands Lane a set of drum sticks) You can't sit down at a drum set without your sticks.
Lane: Right, 'cause that would be stupid.
Sophie: And remember, no touching.
Lane: Right. (pretends to hit the drums without making noise)
Sophie: You look good.
Lane: Thanks.
Sophie: (laughs and leaves)

Gilmore Girls Quotes

Paris: (on asking Rory to run for Vice President) Because people think you're nice. You're quiet, you say excuse me, you look like little birds help you get dressed in the morning. People don't fear you.
Rory: Hey, I haven't been dressed by a bird since I was two.

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.