Rory Gilmore Quotes (Page 8)
Doyle: What is this?
Rory: Strawberry ice cream.
Doyle: It has strawberries in it.
Rory: I don't even know how to respond to that.
Richard: This roommate of mine in sophomore year - we absolutely hated him. He was, in addition to being a complete nincompoop, rather a chubby lad. So one night, we tied him in between two mattresses and threw him out the window.
Rory: What?
Paris: I'm writing that one down.
Rory: Was he okay?
Richard: Oh, he was fine. He went to sleep. He woke up in the morning and picked up right where he left off.
Rory: Man.
Richard: We wound up throwing him out the window every night for a month, and then he transferred.
Rory: Well, do you think you guys tossing him out the window on a regular basis had something to do with that decision?
Lorelai: Twenty-three is old. It's almost twenty-five, which is, like, almost mid-twenties.
Rory: She did not say that.
Lorelai: She did say that.
Rory: It seems a little wrong that Jessica Simpson is alive and well and Roy got eaten by his tiger.
Lane: Remember when I was a kid, my mother showed me the special jug that's been passed down in my family for years and years in a long-standing Kim tradition that she is personally going to present to the boy I'm going to wed?
Rory: Oh, my God. The marriage jug?
Lane: The marriage jug.
Rory: She's sending Dave the marriage jug? What does that mean?
Lane: I'm guessing it means she's reserving a hall and ordering that "Stations of the Cross" ice sculpture.
Rory: More broccoli, Grandpa?
Richard: Absolutely. Staves off the cancer.
Lorelai: Staves off my appetite.
Emily: You really should eat more green things, Lorelai.
Lorelai: I plan to eat a five-dollar bill later tonight.
Rory: Well, if they want an Anthea for "Portrait of a Young Girl Named Anthea," then they're going to have to have you for the Renoir.
• Vote for this Quote! • October 18th, 2007 Rory: I don't know. He... he carries a bottle of water around with him all the time. That's just weird.
Lorelai: Right. Hydration. Very creepy.
Lorelai: So, he invited us to his wedding.
Rory: And we're having beef.
Lorelai: Well, what was his body language like?
Rory: Tall.
Lorelai: And apparently, now that I'm the pretty spinster living all alone, he's concerned for my safety.
Rory: Did he tell you all this?
Lorelai: Do you think I labeled myself the pretty spinster?
Lorelai: They burnt my fries, forgot to give me an extra side of barbecue sauce, the jeep is making that crunchy sound again, and I have to spend my evening making elf ears for Aaron Thompson's Lord of the Rings party.
Rory: Grandma broke into my dorm and redid the entire common room in $25,000 worth of furniture and stereo equipment.
Lorelai: You win.
