Rory Gilmore Quotes (Page 6)
Rory: Have you talked to Grandma or Grandpa yet?
Lorelai: No.
Rory: Have you tried to talk to Grandma or Grandpa yet?
Lorelai: No.
Rory: That's my little Kofi Annan.
Lorelai: Jason's gone.
Rory: Finally had enough of you.
Lorelai: Oh, yeah. It took three hours of my hula-dancing, Small World doll impressions, but I broke him.
Lorelai: A man on a mission.
Jason: That's me.
Rory: Fire!
Lorelai: What?
Rory: Nothing. I was just feeling left out.
Lorelai: Hello?
Rory: Who is this?
Lorelai: This is Lorelai Gilmore.
Rory: No, this is Lorelai Gilmore.
Lorelai: Ooh. Ghastly.
Rory: So, you have my phone.
Lorelai: Yes, you left it in the kitchen. You know what that means, don't you? You miss Mommy.
Rory: Yes, or that the refrigerator was empty, and I ordered food.
Lorelai: Oh, that makes much more sense.
Rory: You're not worried, are you? Because I'm just going for the sun and to read, nothing more.
Lorelai: I know, I know. It's just, it's always the good kids who've never had a drink that take one sip of Kahlua and fall out of a window.
Rory: So you're sad you never taught me how to drink?
Lorelai: Exactly!
Rory: Well, grab a bottle and some quarters and let's go.
Rory: It's "girls gone wild," and boys doing the twist. We're not spring-breaky people, are we?
Paris: I don't know what we are, but I am so cold right now that the thought of spending a week with a bunch of drunken bimbos and rattle-headed frat boys seems like a very good trade off for being warm.
Rory: Warm...
Paris: Warm...
Kirk: Well, well, well. I guess it wasn't me that was slowing things down. I guess it was my big, fat cargo.
Rory: Hey!
Kirk: Freshman 15!
Lorelai: Kirk!
Kirk: Can't wait to get my doughnut!
Lorelai: Stay away from my doughnut, Kirk! I mean it! It's my doughnut! Freak!
Rory: Nigella just made a raisin cake that looked so good, the fact that raisins make me gag became totally irrelevant.
Lorelai: Well, good, more ordering choices.
Rory: Oh, my God, she's about to deep-fry a Bounty Bar. I want to move in with her and call her Mommy. Do you mind?
Lorelai: I am sorry but you write less than the people offering to enlarge a piece of anatomy I do not possess.
Rory: I could have sworn I told you.
Lorelai: I just reread every e-mail you sent in the last 10 days. No sickness mentioned, but you did share these gems: "What up? Is it freezing there too? Ice". And, "Pooped". Then you added one of those obnoxious hieroglyphics that I can never read that indicate you're laughing or smiling or frowning or vomiting.
Rory: That's a typo. I don't do cutesy symbols.
Lorelai: You're not even using verbs. That's not a relationship. Relationships need verbs.
Rory: Yours aren't much better.
Rory: He's big, Paris. She got it.
Paris: And why does he have his name written on the back? So it's easy to check when he forgets it? Although if he checks it while he's wearing it, he'd have to look in a mirror, and then he'd probably think his name was Dlobeelk, and get confused all over again.
Janet: Bitter little woman.
