Gilmore Girls

Lorelai: Hey! What- What is with your name tag? Chris: What do you mean? Lorelai: It's in the middle of your chest. Chris:(Shrugs) So? Lorelai: So you're supposed to wear it off to the side! Who wears their name tag in the middle of their chest? Chris: Superman. Lorelai: Superman's S? That was not a name tag, that was an emblem. Chris: So this is my emblem. Lorelai:(laughs) "Hello, I'm Rory Gilmore's dad, Christopher" is your emblem?? Chris:(Deadpan) Yes, yes it is. Lorelai: I'm going to have to ask you to walk 15 feet in front of me.

Chris: (Talking about visiting Rory) She can do lunch! Lorelai: Alright, then we'll do lunch. I'll have extra provost with mine. (On the phone to Rory) Hey, after lunch can we walk hunky Dan? Rory: You mean handsome Dan? Lorelai: That's he's official mascot name, hunky Dan is what I call him when we're alone. Rory: Mum, I gotta go! Lorelai: You know who would make a great mascot...Paul Anka! Rory: Mum! Lorelai: I'm not sure he's the Ivy league type though, he might need more of a hacky, sacking, poetry reading, tie dying kind of place. Rory: Mum! Lorelai: Like Reed or Oberlin, where the air is sweet with the scent of pertulia's. Rory: Mum, I am not missing the beginning of this lecture. Lorelai: (Shouting down the phone) Nerd-alert, nerd-alert, nerd-alert. (Ends the call and chucks the phone down)

Chris: Hey what's this? Lorelai: Erm, something from Yale. Chris: About the parents weekend, we should go. Lorelai: Nah! Chris: Why not? Lorelai: I'm sure it already happened. Chris: No, it's happening this weekend, come on it could be fun. Lorelai: I gotta wash my hair. (Holds up shampoo sample) Chris: Why don't you wanna go? Lorelai: Because my hair! Chris: Looks great when it's dirty, the oil gives it kind of a sheen, a gloss. Lorelai: Parents weekend is for lame old parents whose kids hate them. So they need a school sanctioned event so they all spend time together. Chris: A proffesor of Geology is giving a tour of the peabody museum. Lorelai: My kid likes me, I can go to Yale anytime I want. 51 weekends of the year is my parents weekend. Chris: The gem stones of Yale, how cool does that sound? Lorelai: On a scale of 1 to 2? Listen, parents weekend is not an accurate portrait of the school anyway. They make special food, they gushy the place up. They plant kids under trees reading Tolstoy, so it all looks very colligiate and idyllic. Chris: There's a brunch at Bramford with the provost.

Rory: Believe it or not, I don't know what all of Yale's buildings look like from the sky.

Rory: Mom! I'm not missing the beginning of this lecture. Lorelai: (Screams to the phone) Nerd-alert! Nerd-alert! Nerd-alert!

Christopher: I thought our stomachs should start adjusting to French cuisine, so I got us croissants and café au lait. Lorelai: I thought café au lait was Spanish. Christopher: No, it's French for coffee and milk. Lait is milk. Lorelai: Really? I thought it was: café... Olé! Like: coffee... All right! Christopher: You're kidding?... You're not kidding?... You are, you're kidding. I can't tell wether you're kidding. Lorelai: I'm a woman of mystery.

Kirk: Everywhere I go there she is! I'm sitting at the movies, who's sitting next to me? Lulu! I go out to dinner, who's sitting across from me? Lulu! I'm hanging out on the couch watching tv, who's right there next to me?! Luke: Your mother. Kirk: And Lulu! And at least mother respects my personal space.

Lorelai: I was born in (French accent) Marseilles, and my parents were killed in a (French accent) très tragique accident. And so I was sent to the states and adopted by the evil Gilmores who refused to let me speak French, but I never forgot the (French accent) accent of my mother (French accent) country. Christopher: That's a complicated back-story Lorelai: I led a complicated life.

Lorelai: (French accent) Hello. Rory: Mom. Lorelai: Bonjour Rory. Rory: Well if it isn't the orphin from Marseilles. Lorelai: Cést moi. What are you doing? Rory: Heading to class. Lorelai: Class? Rory: Yes, class. Where they teach you all the college learnin'. Lorelai: You're a Senior, I thought no seniors went to class before noon. Nerd-alert! Nerd-alert! Rory: Says the woman saying nerd-alert. Lorelai: Hey, guess who's comin' to parents weekend? Rory: Bunch of lame parents whos kids hate 'm. Lorelai: Yes! And your parents! Rory: No way! Lorelai: I gotta keep you on your toes. When you think I'll zig I'll zag, then when you think I'm gonna zag, I do zag! Just to mess you up for the next time when I might zig! Rory: Dad's making you zag? Lorelai: He's dying to meet the provost.

Christopher: Somebody gets a lot of mails. Lorelai: Yeah. Well, I'm a popular gal. Also my system is I only open my mail once a month. Christopher: You're system is to open your mails once a month? Lorelai: Twelve times a year. You know if you open your mail more than that, you get a lot of mattress flyers and bills and another bill. This way I open it once a month and I get letters from people who still write letters and shampoo samples and fun stuff. It's fun.

Lorelai: You know, I've always loved the word provost, though I don't know who or what a provost is. It just sounds so... Chris: Idyllic and collegiate?? Lorelai: Or like something from a deli counter. "Extra provost on that please".