Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

We ordered Chinese food. It should be here soon.
- Why is that so crazy? - Because it is.
Then I asked Rory, and she very reluctantly confirmed it.
What?
I know one thing for sure.
That would definitely be The Compact Oxford English Dictionary...
I'm sorry.
- You wigged? - Yeah, I'm a little wigged.
- Can I get you something? - I'm fine.
Then you run away and treat us as lepers.
- Impregnating me with Rory? - This has taken a very weird turn.
Over there is a good pizza place. That's the stationery store.
I wanna use it now.
We should commemorate it with an oil painting...
There's a misspelled-tattoo incident that I'm sure he'd like to erase from his bio.
- Whose game is it? - It's my friend Dean's.
We were too young and wouldn't have made it. You know that.
Sorry, milady.
You don't have to buy me anything.
- You recant that. - You're spilling my drink.
His face is too tiny for his head. I just wanna toss him out.
- He loves you. - He does love me.
- I was tying up the loose ends of my life. - Do they make that much string?
- Is your life all you hoped it would be? - Yes, it is.
Don't look at me.
I am the one twirling the flaming baton.
I said at the player at the last stage of Remorseless: "He gives up-o!" The players kept giving up every time I join! He gives up-o! He gives up-o! He gives up-o! He gives up-o! He gives up-o! He gives up-o! He gives up-o! He gives up-o! He gives up-o! He gives up-o!
Couple of what, I don't know!
And in an effort to further chronicle this balcony's history...
- None of this means anything, Rory. - I know.
He just stood there looking hurt with the paint and the chairs.
Don't be a martyr, Lorelai. And don't be naive.
There's just been a lot of schmutzing going on.
I run an inn near Stars Hollow.
Why don't we go to the dining room?
I know you've heard a lot of talk about it in the past.
- How are you, sweetie? - Great.
We did nothing to deserve that. Nothing to earn that.
My worst fashion choices, my big-hair days...
- You owe my daughter an apology. - An apology? That is rich.
Where were you?
whenever I do, it's always Christopher.
- You weren't. - What about what I wanted?
- Fred Mertz? - I Love Lucy, Fred Mertz.