WRITTEN IN THE STARS

RORY: Hey.
COLIN: Don't put your number. Don't put your number!
FINN: I'm not putting my number, I'm putting your number. (points at Logan)
RORY: That's my room
LOGAN: Okay, put my number.

LOGAN: Tell Marty I said hi, and I promise to remember you instantly next time. - Now, tell me that wasn't fun? ... Master and Commander.
RORY: The movie?
LOGAN: No, that's what I want you to call me from now on.

NORMAN MAILER! I'M PREGNANT!

RORY: Plus I’m completely onto your routine now.
LOGAN: Wow.
RORY: Yeah. So I figure I’ll just track you, and you’ll eventually lead me there anyway. So, hey. I mean it would have been easier if you just would have talked to me now, but I can do it the other way if you want.
LOGAN: The other way.
RORY: Yes.
LOGAN: You tracking me.
RORY: Yes.
LOGAN: Following my every move?
RORY: Yeah.
LOGAN: I pick that way.
RORY: Okay, but –
LOGAN: We can start right now, if you want. I’m heading back to my room, I can keep the window open in case you feel the need to sneak in, and track me from the inside.
RORY: Thanks for the info.
LOGAN: Absolutely. And hey, good luck with that article. Sounds like a hell of a scoop.

YOU JUMP, I JUMP JACK

LOGAN: It’ll be fun, it’ll be a thrill. Something stupid, something bad for you. Just something different. Isn’t this the point of being young? It’s your choice, Ace. People can live a hundred years without really living for a minute. You climb up here with me, it’s one less minute you haven’t lived.

LOGAN: You trust me?
RORY: You jump, I jump, Jack.

THE PARTY'S OVER

LOGAN: Rory. There you are, I've been looking everywhere for you. I'm late, I'm sorry, don't be mad. Logan Huntzberger.
JORDAN: Uh, Jordan Chase.
LOGAN: Good to meet you, thanks for keeping my girl busy. If you hadn't, she would've noticed exactly how late I am and then she mighta left and that would have been very, very bad.
JORDAN: Excuse me, I'm sorry - you're with her?
LOGAN: Going on a year and a half.

LOGAN: Well, we got to see this guy.
RORY: What?
LOGAN: See who the man is who's won your heart. Got to make sure he's good enough. Let's go, boys!

BUT NOT AS CUTE AS PUSHKIN

ANNA: He's cute.
RORY: Yes, he is. But not as cute as Pushkin.

LOGAN: She's with me now. I told you that. Let it go.
COLIN: I will not let it go!
LOGAN: She doesn't love you. Rory, tell him you don't love him!
COLIN: Everything was fine until you came along!
LOGAN: Oh, don't blame me because you couldn't keep her.

LOGAN: That's not a good look.
RORY: I have no words.
LOGAN: It was just a joke.
RORY: Oh no, wait. I found some. Jerk, ass, arrogant, inconsiderate, mindless, frat boy, lowlife, buttfaced miscreant.
LOGAN: Buttface miscreant?
RORY: Why would you do something like that?
LOGAN: I'm sorry, buttfaced miscreant?

RORY: You and me? Very different people.

RORY: He's so frustrating, that guy. I mean, I don't know what I did to get on his bad side or why he just has to come after me.
MARTY: Oh, stop it!
RORY: What?
MARTY: He's not coming after you. He likes you.
RORY: He does not.
MARTY: Oh, please, Rory.
RORY: Marty, he does not like me. I mean, look at what he did. Look at that stunt he pulled. He totally humiliated me.
MARTY: Attention like that from people like Logan is like being tapped. You've been anointed. You're in.
RORY: In what?
MARTY: In with him, with his group. He likes you. Stop being so naive. Its annoying.

COME HOME

LOGAN: So how come I never see you around?
RORY: I'm around.
LOGAN: Yeah? Where?
RORY: Class, coffee cart, the students' store when I run out of thumbtacks?
LOGAN: Wow! Thrilling life.
RORY: I'm really not that boring.
LOGAN: Oh, I know you're not boring.

WEDDING BELL BLUES

RORY: Are you ever going to ask me out? You flirt with me. You act like you like me a little. You show up here, with a friend, not a date. I mean, aren’t you? Ever? You do like me, right? Oh. Okay. Uh, no problem. I’ll just, um, let you go back to your table, and I’ll just start burrowing directly into the ground.
LOGAN: Rory.
RORY: I should be in China by midnight.
LOGAN: Rory.
RORY: You called me Rory.
LOGAN: I want to be clear.
RORY: Oh, good.
LOGAN: I have thought about asking you out, several times. I just don’t think it’s such a good idea.
RORY: Why not?
LOGAN: Because you’re special.
RORY: Special, like ‘Stop eating the paste’, special?
LOGAN: You are beautiful. You are intelligent. You are incredibly interesting. You’re definitely girlfriend material. I, however, am definitely not boyfriend material. I can’t do commitment, and I don’t want to pretend to you that I can. If I were to date you, there would be no dating. It would be something, right away, and I’m not that guy.
RORY: But’ I’m not looking for anything something like.
LOGAN: Rory.
RORY: I’m not. I’ve done that. As a matter of fact, I just did that, and that’s not what I want.
LOGAN: I’m not saying you want that right now.
RORY: No, I don’t want that at all. No, I’m not expecting anything. I’m just I like you, and I want to spend some time with you. No strings attached.
LOGAN: No strings attached, huh.
RORY: Hey, girls just wanna have fun. Stringless fun.

LOGAN: Look, are you sure you want to do this?
RORY: I just want to know what it would be like.
[She kisses him.]
LOGAN: I feel like I’m kissing a guy.
[Rory rolls her eyes and kisses him again.]
LOGAN: And apparently I had no idea what I was missing.

SAY SOMETHING

RORY: Hey, did it ever occur to you when I called to ask you if you wanted to hang out that I meant that it should just be the two of us?
LOGAN: I actually wasn't sure, the whole thing was a little vague.
RORY: It wasn't vague.
LOGAN: No, hanging out's a little vague. It's not a specific boy-girl thing.
RORY: Well, I can tell you that I wasn't expecting to be Fanny Brice to your Nicky Arnstein.
LOGAN: But I already had this game going, and I couldn't just kick everybody out, so my choice is to say no and not see you at all or say yes and do it the way we did it.
RORY: Well, I wasn't expecting a group.
LOGAN: So, I should have said no, meaning I wouldn't see you at all? I wanted to see you.
RORY: Well, that's nice. I wanted to see you too. I just thought it would be a little more intimate.
LOGAN: Intimate?
RORY: You know what I mean.
LOGAN: So the only time we can see each other is to have sex?
RORY: No, Logan, that's not what I'm saying.
LOGAN: That's what I'm taking from this.

JEWS AND CHINESE FOOD

RORY: So, how was it? Was it fun?
LOGAN: No, very dull. Let’s not talk about it. We’re all going to China
Palace for food. Grab your coat, let’s go.
RORY: Oh, um. I can’t.
LOGAN: What? Sure you can. Come on. I missed you, let me buy you a fortune cookie.

MARTY: Rory, I feel like I really need to tell you something.
RORY: Okay.
MARTY: Um, I know we’re friends. [He smiles.] And I’m glad we’re friends. But I don’t want to be just friends anymore. I like you.
RORY: I like – Logan.
MARTY: Yeah. I figured.
RORY: I don’t know why.
MARTY: Really? ‘Cause I’ve got a few guesses.

LOGAN: You want to get changed into something more comfortable?
RORY: More comfortable than this?
LOGAN: I actually was hoping for some feetsie pajamas.
RORY: Oh, now you know I’m not that kind of girl.
[They kiss again]
LOGAN: Do you want me to go?
[She kisses him.]
LOGAN: Rory, do you want me to go?
RORY: No.
LOGAN: Okay, ‘cause if you think climbing in that window was hard –
RORY: Shh.

SO... GOOD TALK

LOGAN: So I stopped by the paper the other day to see you.
RORY: Really?
LOGAN: And then I tried to sneak out when I realized you weren't there. But our omnipresent editor cornered me. Does Doyle ever leave that place?
RORY: Unfortunately yes, otherwise I would be denied the regular pleasure of seeing him in Property of Alcatraz pajama pants.

RORY: Just thought you should know. We’re both dumb.
LOGAN: Guess we found each other.
RORY: Guess we did.

RORY: So I thought I would come talk to you now about Logan.
LORELAI: Oh. Okay.
RORY: I want to tell you now, so you hear it from me, right when it's… starting.
LORELAI: Right when it's starting? Oh. Got it. So, the two of you are starting something, huh?
RORY: Yes. We have definitely started something.
LORELAI: Started! Oh, you have already started something. Wow. Okay, fast.
RORY: I know, but he's so great. I mean, you've seen him. He's beautiful, and really smart. Smarter than me, I swear. And he's – great.
LORELAI: Yes, he seems great.
RORY: And we have a lot in common, which is good.
LORELAI: Very good.
RORY: The paper, and Yale of course, and he's extremely well-read. And I know Logan's rich, and I know you don't really -
LORELAI: No, no. Rory, I don't care if he's rich. If you like him -
RORY: I do. I really like him.
LORELAI: And he's treating you well.
RORY: He is. I'm having fun. A lot of fun.

PULP FRICTION

LOGAN: Are we still good?
RORY: Absolutely.
LOGAN: Really?
RORY: Logan, we both agreed. No strings attached. Remember?
LOGAN: I remember. I was just checking to see how well you remember.
RORY: I remember perfectly.

LOGAN: Robert. He’s kind of a jerk. Haven’t you noticed he’s kind of a jerk?
RORY: Nope.
LOGAN: Huh. Night’s young.

RORY: We can’t do this here, Logan.
LOGAN: You’re right. Let’s go.
RORY: Go where?
LOGAN: Your place. My place. Let’s take a train to New York, spend the night in the Plaza.
RORY: We can’t just leave. We have dates.
LOGAN: I don’t like this.
RORY: Like what?
LOGAN: You here with Robert.
RORY: You’re here with Whitney.
LOGAN: I know!
RORY: So, what’s the problem?
LOGAN: The problem is you’re here with Robert and it’s bothering me, and I don’t like that it’s bothering me.
RORY: Sorry. Do you want us to leave?
LOGAN: No, I want us to leave. You and me.
RORY: I can’t do that.
LOGAN: Oh, you want to spend the rest of the night with Robert instead of me?
RORY: I came here with Robert.
LOGAN: So dump Robert! I hate Robert!
RORY: He’s your friend!
LOGAN: So what? I still hate him.

TO LIVE AND LET DIORAMA

PARIS: I haven't seen Logan lately.
RORY: Why don't you call him then? I bet he misses you.
PARIS: Is he missing you?
RORY: Good-bye!

RORY: Why doesn't he like me? Why doesn't he call me? What did I do?

BUT I'M A GILMORE

RORY: I can't do this anymore Logan.
LOGAN: Do what?
RORY: This casual dating thing. I don't like it. It's not who I am and I don't want to make it who I am.

LOGAN: All right, fine. I'll do it.
RORY: Do what?
LOGAN: I'll be your boyfriend.
RORY: You can't be my boyfriend.
LOGAN: Why not?
RORY: Because you told me that you can't be my boyfriend.
LOGAN: If I say I can, then I can.

LOGAN: Rory. Do you really want to stop seeing me?
RORY: No, but I can't -
LOGAN: 'Cause I don't want to stop seeing you.
RORY: Okay, but -
LOGAN: So then just accept what I'm saying. I like trying new things. It's new, it's different, but I can do it.

LOGAN: See how good this is going so far? I think I'm going to be an excellent boyfriend.

RORY: I don’t understand!
LOGAN: They’re psychotic. What more is there to understand?
RORY: But why don’t they think I’m good enough?
LOGAN: Rory.
RORY: I mean, I’m a Gilmore! Do they know that? My ancestors came over on the Mayflower!
LOGAN: Don’t try to analyze it, there’s no rhyme or reason!
RORY: I had a coming out party! I went to Chilton, and Yale, and why are they okay with Josh? I mean, he doesn’t even say anything! At least I noticed the Velazquez!
LOGAN: Josh isn’t marrying the heir to the Huntzberger fortune, you are.

LOGAN: I’m sorry.
RORY: For what?
LOGAN: For just taking off like that. I just, this was a very intense evening for me.
RORY: I’m sure.
LOGAN: But taking off like that, I was overreacting, that’s just stupid. So, forgive me?
RORY: There’s nothing to forgive.

HOW MANY KROPOGS TO CAPE COD?

LOGAN: What are the odds of getting out of this?
RORY: Pretty much zero.
LOGAN: Then let’s do it.
RORY: Really?
LOGAN: Yeah, it won’t be so bad.
RORY: Well, you are a true gentleman. [She hears a bang from Logan’s end of the phone.] Oh, my God, what was that?
LOGAN: Carrier pigeon. Should have opened the window.
RORY: Not funny.
LOGAN: Kinda funny.

LOGAN: Don’t worry, Ace, I’m sure you’re doing fine.
RORY: I just don’t want your father to be disappointed in me.
LOGAN: Rory, in order for my dad to be truly disappointed in you, your name would have to be Logan.
RORY: I’m sure that’s not true.

EMILY: Oh, look at you two, you’re just perfect. Aren’t they perfect, Richard?
RICHARD: Perfect.
RORY: We’re not perfect.
EMILY: Nonsense, you’re perfect!
LOGAN: No, she’s right. I’ve got split ends like you wouldn’t believe.

EMILY: A power couple. That’s what you are.
RICHARD: We were thrilled to hear that Rory is going to be working with your father, Logan.
RORY: I’m not really working with him. Just near him, more like.
LOGAN: She’s knocking them dead over there. Now if I can just get her to relax.
RORY: I relax.

BLAME, BOOZE AND MELVILLE

LOGAN: So he treating you all right?
RORY: Who, your dad? They’ve been great.
LOGAN: You sure?
RORY: Yeah?
LOGAN: Just checking.

LOGAN: Try and leave your grandparent’s dinner early. They get you every Friday night, why not let me have one?
RORY: You’re very one-note today.
LOGAN: Well, I miss you, Ace.

LOGAN: So I guess we got to take to the sea.
RORY: That one looks good.
LOGAN: Yeah.
RORY: Nice and seaworthy.
LOGAN: Not ours to take.
RORY: That ever stopped you before?
LOGAN: I think I’ve been a bad influence on you, Ace.

A HOUSE IS NOT A HOME

LOGAN: I should have known something happened, the way you showed up at Honor’s party like that. I should have known.
RORY: My mother shouldn’t have said anything.
LOGAN: She didn’t say anything specific.
RORY: Then what’d she say?
LOGAN: Rory, just tell me what happened.
RORY: It’s stupid. I feel stupid.
LOGAN: Rory.
RORY: I overreacted. You’ll think I’m three.
LOGAN: Tell me.
RORY: He just doesn’t think that I’ve got what it takes to be a journalist. He says he knows when someone has it, and I apparently do not have it.
LOGAN: He said that to you?
RORY: Yeah.
LOGAN: Just like that.
RORY: Pretty much.
LOGAN: I knew it. I knew this was going to happen. I didn’t want you to take that internship.

LOGAN: You’re my girlfriend, Rory, he should have treated you better than that.

LOGAN: You should have told me.
RORY: I didn’t want to tell you.
LOGAN: Hey. If this relationship thing is going to work, then it goes both ways. You have to tell me why were committing a felony before we do it. Not that that’s going to stop us, but at least I’ll have all the facts, okay?
RORY: Okay. I’m sorry.

THE NEW AND IMPROVED LORELAI

FINN: Now this man here, my darling, is long raining King Of the Sloths!
COLIN: That's right. Noone can waste time like this man here.
RORY: Really?
LOGAN: No! Now who wants to drink?
COLIN: Oh! He's just being modest! Logan has the talent for doing nothing, yet to be matched by man or actual sloth.

LOGAN: I give you one month.
RORY: To do what?
LOGAN: Before you are back in school. One month.
RORY: You are wrong!
LOGAN: Nope!
RORY: I cannot believe how little faith you have in me! I mean what kind of match would I be for you, if I just went running right back to a life of respectability, without even attempting to join the French foreign legion.
LOGAN: You love school.
RORY: Not anymore!
LOGAN: NO! You love school! I saw it! That doesn't just go away!

THE UNGRADUATE

RORY: I missed you.
LOGAN: That was my plan.

RORY: Logan, you can mention school to me.
LOGAN: I don't want to bum you out.
RORY: Logan! That is ridiculous! I'm fine. I mean...Look. Yale was a wonderful chapter in my life, but I've moved on. I have my work. I have my new pad. I'm just really happy with where I am right now.
LOGAN: Really?
RORY: Logan, you don't have to feel weird about this. You go to Yale. Your friends go to Yale. How can we not talk about Yale?
LOGAN: I don't know.
RORY: Exactly. So, we both agree that the topic of Yale can never be off-limits.

LOGAN: I have to say, Ace, I like the new digs.
RORY: Yeah, it's really nice, huh? You haven't even seen the bedroom yet.
LOGAN: Wow!!!
RORY: What?
LOGAN: OK, fine! but don't think that this is gonna work a second time.
RORY: Oh, no, Logan, I didn't mean...No, I seriously meant that you hadn't seen the bedroom yet.
LOGAN: You're making me feel cheap, Ace.
RORY: Logan! I swear, I wasn't working blue.

ALWAYS A GODMOTHER, NEVER A GOD

RORY: Just give me a minute, and I'll go change.
LOGAN: No way! You've got that hot librarian thing going on. I like it. Grab a book. Let's go.

LANE: So, how's Logan?
RORY: Logan is... a constant surprise. I have trouble keeping up with him. He moves a mile a minute, gets bored in two seconds flat. He started flying those scary little planes that seem like they're made of papier-mache, which is thrilling, by the way. And, Logan's good.
LANE: Wow! Is this serious?
RORY: Seriously exciting.

LOGAN: Hey! How was the baptism?
RORY: Fine. I don't know. I don't know what's going on. I'm not handling things particularly well these days.
LOGAN: Yeah, I know what you mean.
RORY: Logan, are you okay?
LOGAN: I had a talk with my father the other day, and apparently I'm going to graduate this year. I'm going to get my act together and I'm gonna become a Huntzberger.
RORY: What does that mean?
LOGAN: I'm going to start attending shareholder meetings, letting the boys see my face around. It means my preordained life is kicking in.
RORY: Oh, I'm sorry.
LOGAN: Hey, always read the fine print on the family crest.
RORY: You know, maybe you can talk to your dad and tell him how you feel.
LOGAN: Hey, how far away are you from the airport?
RORY: Why?
LOGAN: Let's go to New York.

WE'VE GOT MAGIC TO DO

RORY: Hello?
LOGAN: Oh, my God. Who was that?
RORY: My assistant. I forwarded my phone to hers.
LOGAN: You have an assistant?
RORY: Just for this DAR thing. I get a million calls.
LOGAN: well I consider myself lucky to be patched through.
RORY: You have priority clearance.

EMILY: Ah, yes! Well let me tell you this, Shira. We are just as good as you are. You don't think Rory is good enough for your son, as if we don't know Logan's reputation. We do. But he is welcome in our home anytime, and you should extend the same courtesy to Rory.
SHIRA: Emily...
EMILY: Now let's talk about your money. You were a two-bit gold digger, fresh off the bus from Hicksville when you met Mitchum at whatever bar you happened to stumble into. And what made Mitchum decide to choose you to marry amongst the pack of women he was bedding at the time, I'll never know. But hats off to you for bagging him. He's still a playboy, you know? Well, of course you know. That would explain why your weight goes up and down 30 pounds every other month. But that's your cross to bear. But these are ugly realities. No one needs to talk about them. Those kids are staying together for as long as they like. You won't stop them. Now, enjoy the event.

WELCOME TO THE DOLLHOUSE

RORY: Hey, you went shopping?
LOGAN: Actually, I did.
RORY: For me?
LOGAN: For you.
RORY: Wow, what's the occasion?
LOGAN: Where is it written you need an occasion?

RORY: I've never had so many compliments about anything.
LOGAN: It's not the bag, Ace, it's the arm it's on.

RORY: So everything's cool?
LOGAN: Everything's cool.
RORY: Good. Logan -
LOGAN: Yeah?
RORY: I love you.
LOGAN: Wow. The lady who sold that purse to me said this was going to happen.
RORY: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to spring that on you, I just - I wanted to say it, so I said it. But I don't expect anything. Believe me. I was in the position once where someone said that to me, completely out of the blue, and I was completely thrown. So, don't worry. You don't have to respond immediately. I mean, in fact, you don't have to say anything at all.
LOGAN: Look, I've told a lot of girls that I love them before and I didn't mean it. So, I'm not going to do that to you. Boy, that didn't come out right. It was supposed to sound a lot more -
RORY: Hey, you don't have to say anything at all.

TWENTY-ONE IS THE LONELIEST NUMBER

LOGAN: So, a 21st birthday. Big event.
RORY: I guess.
LOGAN: Would've been nice if I had known about it.

RORY: I'm just not excited about this particular birthday.
LOGAN: Why not?
RORY: Because I'm turning 21.
LOGAN: Yes...?
RORY: My mom and I have been planning for my 21st birthday since, well, my first memory is kindergarten, but I have a feeling she was talking about it before then. We had this whole big thing planned.
LOGAN: Yeah...?
RORY: We were gonna go to Atlantic City and sit at a blackjack table at 11:59, and we'd be playing 21 when I turned 21. We were gonna drink martinis and win money and go buy 21 things, and there was this thing including 21 guys that would be totally inappropriate now that I'm with you. But it was a pretty big thing, and...and now we're not talking, so it's not gonna happen. I'm just a little bummed. That's all.
LOGAN: I know you miss your mom. The concept's a little hard for me to grasp, but I know you do.

RORY: She found out we're having sex.
LOGAN: How the hell did she find that out?
RORY: I told her minister.
LOGAN: But-but why would you do that?
RORY: Because he was going on and on about my virtue being a gift. And now you have it, so I'm gonna have to buy the next guy a sweater. I just wanted him to stop.
LOGAN: And all this without a drink in my hand.
RORY: Come on. Let's get you a "rory". (they start walking towards the bar)
LOGAN: Ohh, dealing with this family is stressful.
RORY: Oh! Tell me about it. And once you've had that drink, I can tell you how I've been moved out of the pool house and into a room right next to my grandparents. So from now on, we'll have to have sex in our invisible suits. Two Rories, please.
LOGAN: Does your grandfather know, also?
RORY: Oh, yeah.
LOGAN: Make it four.

LET ME HEAR YOUR BALALAIKA'S RINGING OUT

LOGAN: (whispering) So, can you meet me out here tonight?
RORY: Why are you whispering?
LOGAN: Because you're whispering.
RORY: That's cute.

LOGAN: Writers are so sensitive.
RORY: You were a jerk, Logan.
LOGAN: I was just challenging him. Jeez. Hey, if Hemingway can take it, so can he. Hey, if he wanted to, he could have taken a pop at me. Pugnacity! It's a vital component of literary life. Again, consult your Hemingway. Come on. Do not let this guy get to you.
RORY: You're getting to me.
LOGAN: Me?
RORY: Yes. You were an ass.


RORY: He's doing something.
LOGAN: Good. Fine. He's doing something. Everybody in the world's doing something. More power to him.
RORY: I'm not. I mean, what am I doing? I'm living with my grandparents.
LOGAN: That's temporary. Have a drink.
RORY: Temporary can turn into forever.
LOGAN: You're not living with the Gilmore’s forever.
RORY: I'm palling with my grandmother and being waited on by a maid. I come home, and my shoes are magically shined. My clothes are magically clean, ironed, and laid out. My bed is magically turned down. I'm in the DAR? I'm going to meetings and teas and cocktail parties?
LOGAN: Again, temporary. Have a drink.
RORY: And wasting my time partying and drinking, just hanging out doing nothing.
LOGAN: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Don't pull me into this.
RORY: I didn't say anything about you.
LOGAN: Yes, you did. Don't make me feel guilty for your drinking and partying. That's your choice. I'm not forcing you. When I ask you out, you can say no.
RORY: It's all we do.
LOGAN: It's not all we do.
RORY: It's all you do.
LOGAN: Well, it's my prerogative, you know. You're damn straight. I'm gonna party. I'm gonna do it while I have the chance because come June, my life is over.
RORY: Oh, yes, your horrible life. Let's hear about it.
LOGAN: Got a week?
RORY: You have every door open to you. You have opportunities that anyone would kill for, including me.
LOGAN: No one's stopping you from making whatever you want happen. Go into journalism. Go into politics. Be a doctor. Be a clown. Do whatever you want.
RORY: It's not as easy when it's not handed to you.
LOGAN: Really? It's all so easy for me? (getting upset) I don't want that life. It's forced on me. You talk about all these doors being open? All I see is one door, and I'm being pushed through it. I have no choice. You try living without options.
RORY: How hard are you fighting it?
LOGAN: I didn't tell you to quit Yale. You did that. I gave you one month, you went beyond that month, and it had nothing to do with me. It was all you. Now, you want to change? Change it, but don't blame me. Don't you dare blame me. You know what? Why don't you go off with John, Jack, whatever his name is?
RORY: Oh, I'm not going off with Jess. (Logan sighs tired form the fight)
LOGAN: Come on.
RORY: Where?
LOGAN: Let's go. I want to go. I don't want to be here.
RORY: I don't want to go.
LOGAN: Well, I drove you here, and I want to go!
RORY: I don't want to go.
LOGAN: Fine. That'll cover the bill, cab. Do whatever you want. It's your choice.

HE'S SLIPPIN' 'EM BREAD... DIG?

HONOR: So, I thought I'd call and tell you what a drag it is, this thing with you and Logan.
RORY: Oh, yeah?
HONOR: When Logan said you two broke up, I almost threw a lamp at him.
RORY: Oh.
HONOR: Moron. He's his own worst enemy.
RORY: He told you that we broke up?
HONOR: Well, I was wondering where you were for Thanksgiving, and at first young Seacrest hemmed and hawed, which wasn't sufficient, so he finally told me. Idiot. Him, not you.
RORY: Right.
HONOR: I'm so sorry.

THE PERFECT DRESS

LOGAN: This place is a dump, Rory. You can't live here.
RORY: You don't get to care about where I live anymore, Logan. You broke up with me...through your sister.
LOGAN: I didn't mean for that to happen.
RORY: You're a coward. Mr."Life and Death Brigade" can't even break up with his girlfriend.
LOGAN: Honor was bugging me, and I just told her we broke up to shut her up. I needed some time.
RORY: So you didn't mean it?
LOGAN: No, I did. I just...it was too much for me, OK?
RORY: It was a fight. People fight.
LOGAN: Yeah, well I don't fight, I don't want to be screaming at you at a bar. I can't take that. It's too much drama.
RORY: Well, if you can't take the drama, then you shouldn't even be in a relationship, which, by the way, you're not, so everything's good.
LOGAN: It's not that easy.

RORY: Just go be somewhere else, Logan.
LOGAN: I thought that I wanted to break up. I thought that it was a stupid experiment, me trying to be a boyfriend, that it didn't work, and I'd just move on. And I didn't. Couldn't, actually. Rory...I love you.

Dr.SHAPIRO: You were arrested with your boyfriend?
RORY: Yes, I was.
Dr.SHAPIRO: Tell me about that.
RORY: About what? He was my boyfriend then, and now he's not.
Dr.SHAPIRO: He's not?
RORY: No, he's not. We broke up. No. Oh, no. I'm sorry. He broke up. I thought that we were just taking some time, but apparently I'm a moron.
Dr.SHAPIRO: Uh, this is Logan?
RORY: What, you have his name, too? Super. Do you also have the picture of him hijacking me in my hallway earlier today?
Dr.SHAPIRO: I'm sorry. What?
RORY: I mean how fair is that? He's gone, and then he shows up out of the blue. "You can't live here. This place is a dump. And, by the way, I love you". "I love you"?! Is he serious?!
Dr.SHAPIRO: I don't know.
RORY: Nothing for weeks, and then he just decides that he loves me. So, what happens now? I get another Birkin bag? And how long until he doesn't love me again, huh? I stole a boat with him! I never stole a boat with Dean!

JUST LIKE GWEN AND GAVIN

LOGAN: No. I'm doing everything I can. Flowers, gifts.
LORELAI: All your old standbys, huh?
LOGAN: Books, coffee cart. I'm trying to show her how I feel.
LORELAI: And it sounds like she's trying to show you how she feels.
LOGAN: Look, I figured this was a suicide mission, OK? It's probably something you and Rory will laugh about for years to come. But I'm not giving up until I exhaust all my options, and asking for your help is one of them.
LORELAI: Really?
LOGAN: Yes.
LORELAI: You're seriously here to ask for my help with Rory? This is not a joke?
LOGAN: I'm going for broke here.
LORELAI: Well...you got moxie, my friend, I'll give you that.
LOGAN: I think I get it from my dad.
LORELAI: I hate your dad.
LOGAN: Me too. See? We have things in common, you and me. Maybe this isn't so crazy.

LOGAN: Just tell me. Is there anything in there about giving me a second chance?
RORY: I'd have to reread it.
LOGAN: Please don't do that, Ace, come on. Come out with me. Let me make it up to you.
RORY: Maybe dinner.
LOGAN: When?
RORY: I'll have to check my schedule.
LOGAN: Check it.
RORY: I can't do it right now.
LOGAN: So?
RORY: I'll call you.
LOGAN: Good enough. Good enough.

FRIDAY NIGHT'S ALRIGHT FOR FIGHTING

RORY: Thank god I have a guardian angel hanging out by the coffee kiosk.

RORY: You have nothing better to do with your time?
LOGAN: Nothing better than to try and get you back, no.
RORY: You're too slick for your own good, Huntzberger.
LOGAN: Excuse me but this is not slick. This is a Nora Ephron movie. Louis Armstrong should be warbling as we talk. So come on please, put me out of my misery. You promised you'd let me take you to dinner.
RORY: How 'bout Thursday night?
LOGAN: Really?
RORY: Yeah, I'll have turned in my article for the daily news and my Friday morning history class was canceled this week.
LOGAN: Okay, great. Thursday it is 7:30. And do not think of backing out, because I will cry and eat a pint of rocky road while watching "An Affair to Remember." With Rita Wilson

LOGAN: I'll do that I’ll be faster I type 90 words a minute.
RORY: You do?
LOGAN: You really did only like me for my looks, huh?

LOGAN: Aw, man.
RORY: Why are you smiling?
LOGAN: I'm thinking about the hundreds of different ways you owe me for this.
RORY: I owe you nothing. You did this for the greater good. For the glory of the paper.
LOGAN: For a foot massage

RORY: So, I'm just saying that when that giant asteroid heads toward earth, I want you in that fighter jet.
LOGAN: Thanks for the vote of confidence.
RORY: You saved my ass.
LOGAN: Infinitely worth saving.

YOU'VE BEEN GILMORED

LOGAN: What are you talking about. Why do you need a place?
RORY: I got elected editor of the daily news.
LOGAN: What?… You did?
RORY: Yes.
LOGAN: Wow! Finally someone good running that place! Someone great! You're gonna be great!

LOGAN: Look, we'll figure this out. You said you got movers?
RORY: Starving students. How starving can they be if they can't come for five hours after you call? Plus, I heard the guy crunching on something during our call. Sounded like baked lay's.
LOGAN: And you've got nowhere to go, right?
RORY: Right-a-mundo.
LOGAN: Well...you can move in with me.
RORY: What?
LOGAN: Move in with me. Paris' place is a hole anyway. I never liked that you lived there. And that doo-wop group downstairs, I don't think they're an honest-to-goodness singing group.
RORY: Logan, that's really sweet, but I can't move in with you.
LOGAN: Why not? You're here half the time anyway. You've already got two dresser drawers, and right now, for a limited time, I'll throw in three more drawers and a set of Ginsu knives.
RORY: Really?
LOGAN: No. I have no idea where to get Ginsu knives.
RORY: It's kind of a big step, isn't it?
LOGAN: You need a place, I got the space. Don't you think it'll be fun?
RORY: Fun?
LOGAN: Come on, ace. You know what I mean. What do you say?
RORY: Well... I might need just one more drawer. I can put my socks in a shoebox under the bed.
LOGAN: Is that a yes?
RORY: I guess that's a yes.
LOGAN: Good

LORELAI: Okay, well, moving in, that's pretty big.
RORY: I know.
LORELAI: I mean, I don't know. I've never lived with a guy. There's that whole thing about the cow and the milk's free. I guess I would hate to think that you really moved in with him because there was a housing shortage, because it's a big step.
RORY: I love him.
LORELAI: Well, I want you to be happy.
RORY: I am happy, really happy.

A VINEYARD VALENTINE

BRIDESMAID REVISITED

I'M OK, YOU'RE OK

THE REAL PAUL ANKA

I GET A SIDEKICK OUT OF YOU

SUPERCOOL PARTY PEOPLE

DRIVING MISS GILMORE

PARTINGS

THE LONG MORROW

LORELAI'S FIRST COTTILION

'S WONDERFUL, 'S MARVELOUS

THE GREAT STINK

INTRODUCING LORELAI PLANETARIUM

KNIT, PEOPLE, KNIT

MERRY FISTICUFFS

SANTA'S SECRET STUFF

I'D RATHER BE IN PHILIDELPHIA

FAREWELL, MY PET

I'M A KAYAK, HEAR ME ROAR

WILL YOU BE MY LORELAI GILMORE?

GILMORE GIRLS ONLY

HAY BALE MAZE

LORELAI? LORELAI?

UNTO THE BREACH

BON VOYAGE