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[FONT=&quot]Wedding Bell Blues[/FONT]
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LUKE: Those are work boots.
LORELAI: They're yellow and cute. I'll look like the Morton's Salt girl.

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LORELAI: Yeah, yeah, that's fine. Rory's spending the night. We're having a Cop Rock marathon.

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RORY: OK The Best of Super Furry Animals complete.

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LORELAI: Oh! Plus I have to rip the package open, dump it into a bowl and, oh my God, are they serious? I have to stir the mixture to combine? What is this, the Gulag?
RORY: Hey, do you want the Arcade Fire?

LORELAI: Stop her from getting a drink.
RORY: How?
LORELAI: Show her Nick Nolte's mug shot.

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EMILY: It was booked up two years in advance, and the Sheldrakes had the Rose Room. They were having a retirement party or something like that, [Lorelai pours extra rum in Emily's cup] and they simply refused to let us have the room. They were stubborn, and selfish, and now, after all the strings I pulled, they are across town at the Bluestone Club, with their piped-in music and their pornographic fountains.
PATTY: There you go, Miss Gotti!

LORELAI [Calling downstairs]: Hey, have you seen my Sparkly Venom lip gloss?

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EMILY: She did get confused. Confused about what her profession should be. Anyway, I fired her.
That should help clarify things for her.
RORY: Third realm of hell, party of one.

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LUKE: My pants are all wrinkled from the ride.
LORELAI: Do you see them?
RORY: No.
LUKE: It looks like I slept in them.
LORELAI: Hey, stop being such a Nancy-boy about the pants. Think Hemingway ever gave a crap what his pants looked like?