Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Now please proceed with the assignment we all started yesterday...
Now, let's talk about what you're gonna do tonight.
It helps that you're 12 feet tall.
- I'm confused, but I'm not mad. - Fine.
- A steak? - Who's gonna stop us?
And now it's time for my favorite part of the evening:
- What happened? - I shouldn't be doing this.
- If you keep it up, I'm ordering seconds. - Fine.
- So, you've got dates? - Yeah, why?
- Help me out here, will you? - I think he's asking you to dance.
- So aren't you gonna eat? - Eventually.
Why can't we have what you and Rory have?
- I gotta get going. - No, wait.
- What? - You let me get 60-40'd.
Yeah, there's nothing I like more than a good moving-a-pipe joke.
But why?
I wonder if they have pretzels, too.
- That's true. We are. - Well, good.
- He's still looking. - Drink your martini, Lorelai.
I got an A-minus. I have never gotten an A-minus.
I have one word for Jack Kerouac: Edit.
- So? - A couple's massage is for a couple...
should have made me ill, and yet, I really enjoyed it.
You're supposed to wear a robe.
- Yes, those are right. - They are?
- Closest you'll ever come to being a dog. - I beg your pardon?
The fact that I'm seeing my entire Harvard career slip away...
- This is cool, Grandma. - Thank you, Rory.
It's completely different. It couldn't be more different.
What the hell is going on?
- Mom's from Hartford, and I'm from... - Hartford? Great town.
- I'm not mad. - Good.
about five minutes after it's over? They have sex, together...
- Why did you bid on it? - For charity. I had to bid on something.
Well, hurry up. We're going to be late.
Come on, Paris, stay.
- Any questions? - Yes.
And watch TV, and eat the Indian food I love but my mom hates the smell of...
Since it sounds like the most wonderful place in the world...
Can't get into poetry.
I simply cannot stop laughing. I'll get the check.
'Cause it's just one of those freaky, unfortunate things that happens.
Don't you wanna stay for ice cream? We could hang out.
- You want money? - No. I'll take a fry, though.
Well, I smell like a peach.
You're serious.
- What can I get you ladies? - Hi, Steve. Nice to meet you.
- Again? - What do you mean, 'again'?
Compliment your masseur's hands, Lorelai.
but if you're still freaked out after the quiz on Tuesday...
- It's called 'Vicious Trollop. ' - Stop it.
I'm sorry, I have to go.
- She wants us to study with her. - On a Friday night?
- Jeez, look at this place. It's a mess. - How long...
- She feels just terrible about it. - I know.
- Mom, we have a relationship. - We do?
- That's not true. - It's completely true.
I got adjoining rooms.
You ladies are booked solid, I see.