Paris needs no embellishments.
Ok, that will be good for six slow dances, four medium ones, one lambada. But if you plan on doing any moshing, I suggest another coat.[after spraying Rory’s hair]
No glove, no love.[after Madeline and Louise leave with two guys]
Mmm… tasty and flame retardant.[about some homemade lemonade]
It’s not ‘Ms. Gilmore’, it’s Mrs. Gilmore! Mrs. Gilmore, I’m not a cosmo woman.
It should be magical. There should be music playing and romantic lighting and a subtle buildup to the popping of the big question. There should be a thousand yellow daisies and candles and a horse and I don’t know what the horse is doing there unless you’re riding it, which seems a little over the top, but it should be more than this.[to Max about his proposal]
I’ve now used the word ‘suck’ so much that it’s lost all meaning to me.
I’m afraid once your heart is involved, it all comes out in moron.[to Rory]
I still can’t get over that I’m related to God. It’s gonna make getting Madonna tickets so much easier.
I just like to see you happy.
I have to know where you are at all times, especially when you have my shoes on.[to Rory]
I hate when I’m an idiot and I don’t even know it. I like to be aware of my idiocy, to really revel in it, take pictures. I feel we missed a prime Christmas card opportunity.