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noch ein paar die ich ganz gern mag

LUKE: Where’d he get the money?
LORELAI: What?
LUKE: For the car. Where’d he get it?
LORELAI: I don’t know. Working at the diner?
LUKE: I can barely afford a car on the money I get working at the diner.
LORELAI: Maybe it was a gift from someone. . .who doesn’t know it’s gone yet.



LUKE: Did you take the additional expenses into account?
JESS: Like. . .
LUKE: Insurance?
JESS: I’m in good hands.
LUKE: Liability, uninsured motorist?
JESS: All the paperwork’s in the glove compartment. Feel free to check it out.
LUKE: Money for gas?
JESS: You mean this didn’t come with a never empty magical tank?



JESS: By the way, I owe you ten bucks.
LUKE: When did I loan you ten bucks?
JESS: Last night.
LUKE: I wasn’t here last night.
JESS: You’re always here, Uncle Luke – in my heart.



TAYLOR: Well, I can guarantee that God does not want this either.
REVEREND: Did you hear that, David? Taylor Doose is in direct communication with God.
RABBI: Thirty years I’m working for God, I haven’t received so much as a card.
REVEREND: Is it by phone that you speak with him, Taylor?
RABBI: Do you have a God phone, Taylor?
TAYLOR: Rabbi, please.
REVEREND: What’s he like? For us common folk who’ve never met him?
RABBI: Is he short, is he tall?
REVEREND: Does he like to laugh?



LUKE: What are you doing?
JESS: I go to a. . .a place that gives me money.
LUKE: For what?
JESS: For my services.
LUKE: What services? What place? [pause] Jess, are you a gigolo?
JESS: What?



LUKE: My enjoyment is worth the loss.
JESS: I’m eating and ignoring you.
LUKE: Ah, you’re like the all-American boy.
JESS: Call me Dirk Squarejaw.
LUKE: Look at you.
JESS: What?
LUKE: Eating apple pie.
JESS: I’m outta here.
LUKE: Hey, wave a flag and sing "God Bless America", please?
JESS: Goodbye.