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Babette: Yeah, it's true, he's definitely moved out. Last time I saw the... beagle's car in the driveway, it was days ago. Then I saw the mover's truck, so only the... hen is living there now.
Miss Patty: So did the hen break up with the beagle, or the beagle with the hen?
Babette: I don't know.
Miss Patty: Oh the poor hen.
Babette: Yeah she's been through so much.
Miss Patty: You know, just kind of getting used to him... he beagle.
Babette: But he's not right for her. He's a beagle, you know. And beagles, beagles belong with beagles.
Miss Patty: And the hen belongs with the rooster.
Babette: Maybe.
Miss Patty: Well, does the rooster know about the hen and the beagle?
Babette: Oh, yeah, East Side Tillie was in here yesterday, blabbing her big mouth off.
Miss Patty: How did he take it? Did you see his face?
Babette: Yeah, but you know the rooster. It's like looking at Stonehenge. I don't know what he thinks.
Miss Patty: Oh, I hope he gets his act together because I think they're perfect.
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Rory: It sounds like grandma's going full steam ahead with this whole party-planning thing.
Lorelai: I know!
Rory: She's going to kill 400 Cornish game hens, probably with her own bare hands.
Lorelai: Your grandfather just had a heart attack. Your grandmother is not drinking. This isn't exactly the ideal time to tell them their one and only daughter's marriage is over.
Rory: I know.
Lorelai: I don't know what she'll do. She's gone bananas. I mean for all I know, she'll throw a Molotov Mocktail at me.
Rory: I know, but only you can save the Cornish game hens. Save the Cornish game hens!
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(Richard, Emily, Lorelai and Rory are sitting at the dining table at the Gilmores)
Richard: Oh well, it's fish again.
Emily: It's sea bass.
Richard: Sea bass is a fish, hence my comment "surprise surprise, it's fish again".
Rory: It taste good.
Richard: Taste like fish.
Emily: I don't think it tastes fishy. Sea bass is not a fishy fish. Maquereau is a fishy fish. Trout can be a fishy fish, but sea bass is not really a fishy fish.
Richard: I didn't say it tasted fishy, I said it stated like fish.
Rory: I think it tastes gooood.
Lorelai: You know the green beans are very green beany, which is so good, especially if you like green bean, which I do.
Rory: Hmmm.
Lorelai: Anyone seen any good movies lately?
Emily: No.
Richard: This fish is bland.
Emily: Would you like some more lemon-dill sauce?
Richard: No.
Emily: Ok.
Lorelai: Sauce is good mom.
Emily: It's nice, isn't it?
Lorelai: Tart, but not too tart.
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Liz: It's all about the wormholes.
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Rory: I've been 'Huntzbergered.'
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Rory: I guess his dad called and wants to take us out to a birthday dinner tonight.
Lorelai: That sounds like a load of laughs.
Rory: Yeah, Mitchum -- that man is fundamentally incapable of making me feel anything but small and awful.
Lorelai: Now that's not true, he's made you feel incompetent, too.
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Lorelai: Hi, I come bearing drugs. Emily: Please don't bellow that. Lorelai: Bellow what? (louder) "Drugs"?!
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Logan: So somebody's pretty into this whole birthday thing.
Rory: Well if by "birthday thing," you mean the celebration of the miracle of your birth, the anniversary of the day when this world went from being a world without Logan Huntzberger to a world with Logan Huntzberger, then, yes, I'm pretty into it.
Logan: You really love me, don't you?
Rory: Well you're okay.
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Rory: So, who else knows?
Lorelai: Nobody. That's it. Well, you and the Quickie Mart guy.
Rory: You told the Quickie Mart guy?
Lorelai: I was upset. I was standing by the magazines. I didn't want him to think I was verklempt over Nicole Richie.
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T.J.: (to Luke, after sleeping there for a few nights) Your casa is my casa, and for that I'm grateful.
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(the door bell rings twice, without anyone opening)
Emily: Francette, Aurora! Either of you! Both of you! Will someone answer the door?!
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Emily: (about Richard) The doctor said there's no reason he can't go back to his normal routine, as long as he doesn't do anything too strenuous--and it's not as if sitting down and eating dinner with one's family requires a great deal of effort.
Lorelai: Well.....you're right.