Gilmore Girls (2000–2007): Season 6, Episode 17 - I'm OK, You're OK - full transcript

Rory forgives Logan for his indiscretions, then needs some time for herself, so she pays a visit to Lorelai in Stars Hollow. Although Lorelai refuses to admit that she is upset, Rory can ...

I say we repaint.
Did you ever paint?
No. Doyle doesn't believe in improving someone else's property.
- Men. - Yeah. Men.
Well, we will repaint.
A new color scheme for a new era.
I'll eat to that.
This is gonna be great.
You and me in a freshly painted apartment.
No men. Just lots and lots of Chinese food.
We are going to get huge.
That's okay. We'll get a treadmill.
Yeah. You always wanted a treadmill.
I did. Doyle thought, why get a treadmill when you can walk outside?
With all the murderers and rapists.
Exactly what I would say.
- I'm glad you're back. - Me, too.
You know, Paris, I'm really sorry about the whole editorship thing.
It's okay.
I didn't lobby for the job. I mean, I swear. I had no idea.
Forget it. I mean, who are we kidding?
I am not cut out to deal with people.
I was made to be in a lab
or an operating room or a bunker somewhere
with a well-behaved monkey by my side.
I'm sorry, too, you know, for throwing you out.
Consider it even.
Did we actually order that pizza?
I thought it was just discussed.
Who is it?
It's Logan.
I don't want to talk to him.
I got it.
Well, if it isn't New Haven's favorite whore hound.
- Is Rory here? - Yes.
- Can I talk to her? - No.
But you can talk to me.
What do you wanna talk about?
Life? Love? Common symptoms of sexually transmitted diseases?
Rory?
Rashes, sores, insanity.
Five minutes. Please!
You know, there's a few things I've always wanted to say to you,
but out of respect for my friend Rory here, I've refrained.
However, the circumstances seem to have changed.
You don't know what you're talking about, Paris.
- I know you cheated on Rory. - I did not cheat on Rory.
Are you going to deny it? Are you serious?
- We were apart. - Oh, please.
We were. We weren't together.
And why the hell am I arguing with you? I don't want you back.
You, Logan Huntzberger, are nothing
but a two-bit, spoiled, waste of a trust fund.
You offer nothing to women or the world in general.
If you were to disappear from the face of the earth tomorrow,
the only person that would miss you is your Porsche dealer.
You wanna chime in here?
No. I think Paris has got it covered.
- Okay. That's it. - Hey.
Rory, I just need 60 seconds.
Go away, Logan.
No one invited you in.
Get out right now before I go Bonaduce on your ass.
I'm not going away. I'm not going anywhere. We're gonna talk.
What the hell is this door doing unlocked?
What are you doing here?
I wanna talk to you.
I told you to go.
You did. And I did.
I left and I went out and I got drunk and I thought about why I left
and got drunk, and I realized that you are wrong.
I am not. And what are you wearing?
Don't change the subject.
Can we go in the other room?
We're supposed to be together, Paris.
You know it, I know it, and your life coach knows it.
Terence has been wrong before.
When I wanted to get the pageboy haircut? Remember?
Paris, listen to me. I'm the best thing that ever happened to you.
Well, if that's true, then it's all uphill from here.
You know, I didn't have to come back here, begging you to talk to me.
- I have options. - Right.
I do. In fact, I almost hooked up with a really hot chick tonight.
I don't see how that's gonna help your case, Doyle. At all.
You know what? Fine. Let's take this out into the hall.
- You could've hooked up with a hot chick? - Yes.
In rhinestone buttons? Who was it, Sheila E?
Two minutes. Go.
Look, I understand that you're upset.
And I really wish you hadn't found out like that.
But, Rory, I love you. You know that I love you.
When I said that I was your boyfriend, I agreed to be faithful to you,
which, by the way, was a first for me.
And I thought it was gonna be hard. But it wasn't.
Then I asked you to move in with me. I asked you to move in with me,
and I thought that was gonna be hard. But it wasn't.
I have been completely faithful to you, Rory.
I have not been with another girl. I have not looked at another girl.
I've not even thought about another girl.
Except for Walker, Alexandra...
- We were broken up, Rory. - No. You were...
I thought we were broken up. I thought that's what the fight was.
I thought that's what the separation was.
Do you believe me?
Do you believe that I honestly thought we weren't together?
I guess.
So then if you believe that, that I thought we weren't together,
then do you believe that in my mind I was not cheating on you?
I guess.
So then, if you believe that in my mind I was not cheating on you,
do you think you can forget what those vipers said today,
put it behind you and just come home with me?
Come on, Rory. Just come home with me.
Let's forget this crappy day ever happened, just go home.
You wanna make a pro-con list?
Do not mock my pro-con list.
I am not mocking your pro-con list.
I actually think the list would come out in my favor.
Well, I'd have to tell Paris I'm going.
Absolutely. Tell Paris you're going.
Whoa. Oh.
- What? - They made up.
Either that, or Krav Maga is way kinkier than I thought it was.
Well, you can tell her tomorrow. After all, it is tomorrow.
Yeah. Yeah, I can just call her from home.
We okay?
Yeah.
Yeah. Sure. We'll see.
Hey.
Okay. Call you later.
- Did you not hear me screaming? - You were screaming?
Yes, like Janet Leigh in Psycho.
I was on the phone. Why were you screaming?
There was a spider in the shower. I trapped him under a soap dish.
I need you to go in and get him and take him outside.
- Right. - Scoop him up gently.
You do not want to break one of his little legs.
Spiders are all about their legs.
I was shampooing, everything was fine, I looked up and there he was.
- Holy mackerel. - Yeah. He's a big boy.
- Don't hurt him. - I won't.
I was talking to the spider.
What happened? Are you okay?
Yeah, he's got a posse.
You're kidding.
I am not kidding.
What are you gonna do?
Well, there isn't a soap dish in town big enough for these guys.
But be careful.
I've just gotta trap them, then move them out of the shower
and then sell the building.
So, that was April on the phone.
- What? - April called.
Seems her math team made it into some national contest.
Ah, well, good for her.
Yeah, it's pretty big. They're all going to Philadelphia next week.
A bunch of the parents are supposed to chaperone.
Anna was gonna go, but now she can't, so April called me.
- Oh. - Yeah. It's weird, you know,
'cause usually it's me calling her to do things.
This is the first time that she's called me.
Well, good. That's progress, right?
I think so. But you know I can't just take a week off from the diner.
Plus, you and I probably have all sorts of plans next week, right?
Not that I know of.
Oh, wait, was next week the week we were gonna start our lives as outlaws?
Well, I just assumed we had stuff to do next week.
- No. You should go. - You think?
Yeah. She asked you. She called you.
And I know that traveling across country in a bus full of Little Man Tates
has been a life-long dream of yours.
- Well, okay. I think I will go. - Good.
Yeah. You know, I looked up the route last night.
Sounds like a great trip.
They'll be visiting Constitution Hall and stopping in Gettysburg.
Do you know I have never seen the Liberty Bell?
Communist.
Okay, I'm gonna take these guys outside.
Any particular place you want them?
Yeah, someplace shady, sheltered from the elements
and ideally near a talking pig.
I asked. I have no one to blame but myself.
There's still a glare, right?
Huge glare. I can't make out all the details of Castle Siege.
And those trolls, you gotta squint to see them.
The TV is fine, guys. It's in exactly the same place it used to be.
Dude, wait till you hear how I soundproofed Lane's old room.
Pier 1 cushions wall-to-wall. Perfect acoustics.
Band practice officially starts back up tomorrow.
Dude, you want this bottom drawer, too?
Sure. Sock drawer.
Nothing is gayer than a sock drawer.
Really? There's gotta be something gayer than a sock drawer.
Okay, before you guys get too deeply entrenched
in the "what's gayer than a sock drawer" conversation, I'm gonna say goodbye.
- Goodbye. - Goodbye.
- Bye, Brian. - Bye, Lane. Thanks for the help.
Hey, make sure you behave yourself out there.
You're almost a married woman.
Hey, what happens when you guys get married?
Well, we finally get to have sex.
Zach.
No, I mean, I just moved in here, but when you guys get married,
do I move out again?
We haven't really discussed that yet.
Yeah. Well, we can move the band equipment back out here,
and me and Lane'll take the room,
and you can have the bunk beds all to yourself.
Cool.
- Zach? - Yeah?
Don't you think we should get our own apartment
when we get married?
But this is a great apartment.
I know this is a great apartment.
- I thought you liked Brian. - I do like Brian.
I just think maybe we'd want our own place.
Our own place? Okay. Wow.
I tell you, this marriage thing, major.
Every day, something huge to think about.
Speaking of huge, you need to talk to my mom.
You haven't told Mrs. Kim yet?
Don't worry. I'm heading over there today.
You are? Are you ready?
You have a clean shirt? You sewed up your pants?
Everything's under control. Hunter and gatherer and all that crap.
- Go to work. - Okay. Call me the minute you talk to her.
Okay.
- You got yourself a good woman there. - Yep, I do.
- You are officially moved back in. - Cool.
- Hey, wasn't the TV facing the other way? - Yes. That's it.
It's good to have you home, man. It's good to have you home.
Oh, yeah.
Hey, when you come over later tonight,
I have a cricket cornered under a paper cup in the living room.
I poked holes in the top so he could breathe,
and then I taped it to the floor, 'cause he kept jumping out.
And I put books on top of the tape in case it wasn't sticky enough.
So don't move the books until you're ready for transport.
- What are you doing? - I'm sewing my duffel bag.
- That's crazy. - That's crazy?
Yeah. That thing's like 100 years old. Just throw it away.
- The bag is fine. - That is not a bag.
That is a collection of molecules tethered together by dirt.
I'll get you your coffee in a minute.
Luke, come on, you're going on a major trip next week.
- Spring for some real luggage. - I don't need any luggage.
I'll go shopping with you. We could hit the mall later.
I don't wanna go shopping. I don't wanna hit the mall.
I will fix this bag and it will be fine.
All right. I'll go shopping alone. I can pick something out for you.
I appreciate the offer, but I'm fine.
Oh, that's the third time he's stabbed himself this morning.
Maybe we should put him on suicide watch.
Couldn't hurt.
Yeah, hey, there's customers to talk to if you're lonely.
I can't believe you think shopping is more painful than this.
Oh, I'll be right back.
Rory. I can't believe you're here.
Oh, I just thought I'd...
Wow! These small towns are mighty friendly, aren't they?
- I have some really, really big news. - What?
You've become a Shriner.
- Bleeding stop yet? - It's fine.
You sure you don't want me to call an ambulance or a Tumi store?
Oh, my God!
- Rory's here. - She is?
Yeah. She's outside, bouncing around with Lane.
- How come she came home? - I don't know. Bouncing lessons?
- Did you hear? - Did I hear what?
Show her, show her, show her.
- You won the Super Bowl? - I'm engaged.
- No! - Yes.
Let me see the ring again.
It's all Zach could afford right now, but I actually think it's kind of rock 'n' roll.
It's the rocking and the rollingest.
I'm so excited for you, Lane. That's awesome.
Thanks. I would've told you earlier, but I thought you knew.
Why would I know?
Well, Luke was standing right there when it happened.
- You knew? - Yeah.
Luke, did you forget to tell me?
No. I just thought that Lane would wanna tell you herself.
You forgot to tell me.
Fine. Sure. I forgot to tell you. So what?
I remember being engaged to you, isn't that enough?
Can I get some more coffee?
I'll be right back.
Oh, I am so hungry.
Do you think Luke would be willing to make us s'mores today?
Hey, for you? Anything. So, nice surprise.
What? Lane?
No, you. Showing up. I didn't expect it.
You being such a modern, busy woman and all.
Well, I can bring home the bacon and fry it up in a pan.
So, any special occasion I should know about?
No, I just thought I could use a good Stars Hollow fix for a couple days.
- How crazy are things at the inn? - Absolutely insane.
However, for you, I think I could play a little hooky.
- What a role model. - Well, I try.
So, what's new? You okay?
Yeah, why?
Well, Logan, the moving out.
Oh. Right. About that. Remember the new address?
- Yeah. - Cross it out. I'm back at the old one.
- What? Back at Logan's? - Yeah.
How did this happen?
He came over to Paris's last night, and we talked.
He explained everything.
So there's an explanation?
Yeah. And we're fine now.
You're fine. But what about the bridesmaids?
Misunderstanding. Everything's good.
Here. Start on these. I'm making you some s'mores.
He's the most beautiful man in the world.
Yeah. You should see him carry a spider outside.
A.K., it's a lacrosse piece. It's fine.
Well, I'm sorry I can't give you more feedback, but until five minutes ago,
I didn't even know Yale had a lacrosse team.
So, when I criticize a piece, you think I hate it.
When I don't criticize a piece, you think I hate it.
Do you want me to hate you, A.K.? Because it's becoming a possibility.
Wonderful. In that case,
I will continue to be a fan of you and your work. Goodbye.
You're quite the busy bee.
Oh, yeah. Well, writers can be temperamental.
I'm sure.
You like neon.
Sorry?
I see you're making liberal use of my pink neon Post-it notes.
I'm sorry, Michel.
Would you like me to reimburse you
for the seven pink neon Post-it notes that I have used?
'Cause I'd be happy to if you can break a penny.
No, little Lorelai,
it's not the cost that is the problem, it's the disruption.
Disruption?
- Of the system. - I see.
- Do you? - No.
The pink neon Post-it notes I use for guests who are checking in.
The green neon Post-it notes are for guests checking out.
And the watermelon Post-it notes are for guests
who have altered or canceled their reservations.
As you can see, the pink neon stack is now woefully out of balance
with the green neon stack,
creating the illusion that more guests
have been checking in than checking out,
which, of course, is a physical impossibility
unless we have begun murdering them.
Are you guys having a staring contest?
'Cause I think, for it to be official, you have to be seated.
I was just filling your daughter in on the inner workings of the Dragonfly.
Oh, what did she do?
I took some Post-its.
But the system!
It will never happen again.
Michel, you have my deep and sincere apologies.
She was raised better than that.
Oh, well, actually I did it with the other hand.
I'm going on my break.
He seems good.
Yeah, it's the yoga. So, you ready for the movie?
Yeah. Let me just get my stuff.
Hello.
Lorelai, it's your mother. I'm calling you from the car.
Yeah, well, you're not calling to me from a car, so stop yelling.
But you're on speakerphone.
I stand by my earlier position.
Fine. How far is it from Preston to New London?
What's going on? Where are you?
In Preston, apparently.
Though we're supposed to be at an estate sale in New London.
This bag of bolts.
And this GPS contraption your father insisted on buying is speaking German.
Well, New London's right near Stars Hollow.
And Preston's not.
- I knew it. - Still yelling.
Richard, what are you doing? Why are you stopping?
Because this contraption, as you call it, can only be used when the car is stopped.
So every time we want to ask the machine for directions,
we have to pull over to the side of the road?
It would appear so.
I thought the whole point of installing the machine
was to avoid pulling over to the side of the road to ask directions.
If I told people, they wouldn't believe it.
What's going on?
Apparently, there's a fight to the death between Richard and Emily
and an evil German supercomputer.
Oh, I wanna hear.
I thought we paid $4,000 for a computer to give us directions,
not to baby-sit us and make decisions for us about how to live our lives.
I mean, what's next?
The radio won't turn on if it doesn't like the song?
The engine won't start if the cup of coffee I'm holding is too hot?
Maybe the car won't go in reverse if it doesn't like the smell of my perfume.
At the moment, Emily, I would be happy
if I could just get the damn thing to stop barking at me in German.
Hi. Remember me? Yeah, you called me, like, 45 minutes ago.
Yes, Lorelai. I'm still here.
Right. In Preston. About 20 miles off course.
Twenty miles! I told you, Richard.
What you said, Emily, was to turn south when I wanted to turn north.
Next time, you guys should call before you head out.
You could have stopped by.
At the next light, turn right.
Ah. There we are. English, at last.
Well, we still could.
We were only planning on staying at the estate sale for a little while.
What? No, no, you guys have already gone way past Stars Hollow.
It's no problem.
We don't mind going a little out of our way, do we, Richard?
No, certainly not.
When should she expect us?
Oh, about 4:30.
Wait, wait.
I don't want you guys to have to make a special trip.
That really, really wouldn't make any sense.
That's crazy. That's, like, asylum crazy.
Besides, Rory and I were just about to head out for a movie.
- Rory's there? - Damn.
- Excuse me? - Damn straight.
Wonderful! We'll see you both around 4:30.
Damn it.
What are you doing here?
Lane is not here right now.
And anyway, there are laws against stalking.
You go to jail.
No, I'm not stalking. I'm just looking for a doorknob.
$75.
Wow. Could you throw in a door?
Cash or credit?
Actually, could I talk to you first?
About what?
I wanna marry Lane.
I see.
I know Lane's your only daughter,
and I know how important she is to you,
but I really love her. I mean, really love her.
She's smart and hot. Well, not hot.
I don't mean hot, like, in a slutty way.
She's beautiful and cool and an awesome drummer.
Now, I know you may have questions,
and I totally get that, so I brought some stuff to answer them.
First thing, I'm a good worker.
That's a letter of recommendation from my manager at Quest Copying.
Notice the part where he wrote, "Zach's a good worker."
Now, I didn't tell him to say that,
and he doesn't even really dig me that much personally,
so you know he means it.
I'm also in line for a promotion.
Assistant Manager, which comes with medical benefits,
so I can buy cheap medicine and get my teeth cleaned and stuff.
That's my latest bank statement.
It's not a lot, I know, but it grows a little every month.
Well, except for maybe this month. The doorknob's gonna set me back a bit.
I thought you were a musician.
Well, yeah, I am.
And that is your true calling?
Yes, but that doesn't mean I'm into drugs
or looking to do the whole Baby Shambles thing.
- I just like to play. - You have a demo?
Sure. But, I swear, the music never interferes with my day job.
You can call my manager.
- Bring it to me. - What?
I need to know whether you can provide for Lane.
But I can. I showed you I can.
As a musician.
This is what you want to do with your life, yes?
Yeah.
Then you will bring me your demo.
But what are you going to do? Review it?
Because rock, it's very subjective.
- I will evaluate it. - Evaluate it.
And you haven't mentioned anything about marriage to Lane yet, right?
Oh, no. I came to you first.
Good. Don't tell her.
No need to get her hopes up in case this doesn't work out.
You don't think it's gonna work out?
We take one step at a time.
- Do you still want the doorknob? - Not really.
Are you sure this whole thing isn't just an elaborate scheme
to get me to help you clean your house?
Just throw away or hide anything that might be incriminating.
Incriminating?
Yes. Anything that can, could or might lead to a conversation about anything.
- How about this? - Are you kidding me?
A freckled, half-naked Lindsay Lohan on the cover of Vanity Fair?
Skin cancer, drug abuse, anorexia, bra shopping.
Just dump it.
- You're hiding your flowers? - Yes.
'Cause when people see flowers, they feel happy and welcome.
It's important that my parents have as few positive associations
about being here as possible.
Well, we could hit them over the head with mallets
when they walk in the door.
No, but I do have this incredibly bad-smelling perfume
that Luke gave me for Christmas last year that I could spray around the house.
It's like a cross between Love's Baby Soft
and Curious by Britney Spears, with just a hint of Lysol thrown in.
Delightful.
Well, God bless him. He tries.
- Food. - No, I'm Lorelai.
- Heavy. - That's just mean.
- Falling. - Right. Follow me.
You are a lifesaver, Sookie.
I try.
Okay, we've got mac 'n' cheese. We've got taquitos. We've got little bitty hotdogs.
- Wait, Sookie, what is all this stuff? - What? I made your favorites.
But my parents aren't gonna eat any of this.
Your parents? I thought this was for you.
You thought I wanted to sit by myself
and eat an entire buffet of the world's most fattening food?
I don't know. I figured it was just one of your cravings
or maybe just a fun way to announce that you're pregnant.
What?
Well, you were saying something about being a sudden parent
or expecting or being due soon.
It's impossible to hear anything over that damn Cuisinart
and all those gossiping busboys.
So you're not pregnant?
No. I'm just expecting my parents over any minute.
Oh. Yeah, that makes sense, too.
That's okay. We'll make do.
- I'm not pregnant. - Okay, okay.
- Now, the food. - Right. Okay.
The mini hotdogs can be bratwurst.
The mac 'n' cheese can be pasta à la Sookie.
And presto, the taquitos are blinis.
And the chili fries?
- Are chili fries. - Right.
- Hey, Sookie. - Hi, Rory. Blini?
Yes, please.
So I cleared out all the magazines, newspapers and most of the books.
And I hid away all the throw pillows and blankets,
and I lowered the heat to 55 to ensure minimal post-meal lingering.
Yale-educated.
I'll go do one final walk-through.
Last chance before I stash them.
I'm not.
Okay, okay.
Grandma and Grandpa's Jag is here.
What? I didn't hear them drive up. Did you hear them drive up?
- No. - Well, where the hell are they?
I don't know.
Maybe they've been taken.
Don't tease me.
Go. I'll finish setting up.
- The engine's cold. - Maybe they have been taken.
Hello, Lorelai. Rory.
- Hi, Grandma. - When did you get here?
Oh, just a few minutes ago. You didn't tell me you were painting.
I know. It's part of the remodel.
- And is that the final color? - Yup.
Must be so nice not having to worry about a homeowner's association.
There's a boat here.
- Dad? - Lorelai. Rory.
Hi, Grandpa.
When did you get a boat, Lorelai?
Richard, I've seen that boat. It's Luke's.
Well, it doesn't look very seaworthy.
It's a work in progress. It was his father's.
Luke keeps his dead father's boat locked away in your garage?
- Mother. - What?
I'm just saying, isn't that kind of morbid?
It's not like he's using it to hold his bones.
You guys must be hungry. Let's head inside.
Well, well, I had no idea you'd had so much work done.
No, it's nothing extensive. A nip here. A tuck there.
This room's been completely redone.
A nip, nip, nip, tuck, tuck, tuck.
Apparently, you haven't installed the heat yet.
- What's this? - That's Paul Anka.
- You have a dog? - I just got him.
- When? - Yesterday.
Oh, fast learner, that one.
You should open an obedience school. You'd make a fortune.
Oh, Mom, Dad. You remember Sookie.
Of course. Hello, Sookie.
Will you be joining us for dinner?
Oh, no, I'm just helping out.
The wainscoting here is substandard.
If you'd called me, I could have recommended a real professional.
Well, since mine was a fake professional, I got to pay him in Monopoly money.
Is that veneer? Tell me that's not veneer.
So, Sookie? Tapas in the kitchen?
Right this way.
You're still eating in the kitchen?
Yes. We always eat in the kitchen. That's where the food is.
Grandpa, could I offer you something to drink?
I suppose it's not too early for a Scotch.
And what about you, Grandma? Grandma?
Up here.
Richard, come have a look.
- Where are you? - In the bedroom.
Three minutes gone, they're already in my bedroom.
Impressive, by the way,
with all those throw pillows, blankets, magazines and books.
- Piled up on the bed? - Bathtub.
That's gonna take some explaining.
Hey, Mrs. Kim.
Still on the first song, huh?
No. I've listened the whole thing, many times.
- Yeah? And? - Nothing catchy.
Nothing? Out of all those songs?
There are good bits here and there,
and Lane can really pound the skins, but you need a hit.
A hit? But tons of great bands don't have hits.
I don't care about other bands. I care about your band. Lane's band.
- Don't you care about your band? - I care a buttload.
- Then write a hit. - Okay. Not a problem.
I mean, McCartney hasn't written a hit in 20 years,
but I'll just sit down and crank one out.
You will if you want to marry Lane.
- That's just not how it works. - I'll tell you how it works.
You write a hit, you get a record contract.
You write a hit, you get representation.
You write a hit, you become husband.
Can you do it? Can you write a hit?
I don't know. Maybe. I can try.
Don't try. Do.
Three-and-a-half minutes, tops. And radio-friendly.
This pasta à la Sookie is very good, Lorelai.
It's a big hit around the inn.
There's something very familiar about it. I can't quite place it.
It's similar to the pasta à la fromage at Delatoire's.
Yes. Delatoire sounds like my kind of guy.
What's that noise that keeps happening?
That's my cell phone, Grandma. I'll turn it off.
Or you can just take it in the other room, if you want.
Nope. It's off. Pass the blinis.
So, Lorelai. A new dog. A new bedroom. A new bathroom.
It's like a whole new house.
- Except that it's the same house. - It doesn't look the same.
It's lucky we had your address. We would've driven right by.
Well, I was waiting until it was all done to show you.
All done? There's more that you're doing?
Oh, yeah. The mailbox is crooked, and I was gonna plant a bush in the yard.
Forgive me, I had no idea such a stunning makeover was ahead of me.
I feel terribly involved.
Mom, come on. You were gonna be invited over.
I just wanted to make sure everything was done and ready
and that I could have you over when I could spend
the maximum amount of time showing you around.
My parents are here.
I was hoping to have a nice little catered affair, you know,
with guys in black coats carrying trays.
'Cause I know how much you love guys in black coats carrying trays.
Who was at the door?
Oh, it was Ed McMahon.
He's always showing up with these big cardboard checks.
They are impossible to endorse, by the way.
I am never not sorry that I ask these questions.
So, I'm guessing all this means that you and Luke will be staying.
- Staying? - In Stars Hollow.
Mom, I've lived in Stars Hollow for 21 years.
You can live somewhere your entire life and never truly feel at home, Lorelai.
Well, I do. I feel at home here.
Mostly 'cause it is my home and has been for 21 years.
Yes, well...
This house does have a certain charm. It feels very homey.
I can see you and Luke here.
Wow. Thank you, Mom.
How about I make some coffee?
Thank you, Rory, but we'll have to take a rain check.
Look at the time, Emily.
Goodness. I had no idea it was so late.
Yes. Who knew that three hours and 14 minutes could go by so fast?
Well, I certainly didn't.
- Drive safe! - Bye-bye now!
Your parents are exhausting.
Not as exhausting as your grandparents.
That was Luke at the door, wasn't it?
Yeah. Okay, second wind.
Now, the early-bird dinner made immediate eating unnecessary,
so I say we go straight to the movie and pick up a pizza on the way home.
Perfect.
Or perhaps we could get pizza on the way there
and sneak it in, just in case.
You in the market for some luggage?
What? Oh. That's for Luke.
He's going on a trip and his stupid duffel bag is in shreds.
What trip?
He is going to chaperone April's field trip to Philadelphia.
Really?
Yeah. He's really excited about it.
That excitement might end when he gets there
and discovers that his underwear fell out somewhere around Amish country.
The Amish, however, will be psyched. All right. What do we want?
A comedy, a tragedy or a tragedy that makes us laugh?
Have you met her yet?
- Met who? - April.
Not officially.
What about her mom? What do you know about her?
Not much. Apparently, she's incredibly beautiful,
she grew up here, she owns a store in Woodbridge,
and Miss Patty thinks she was Mata Hari in a former life.
- What kind of store? - I don't know.
Hey. I have an idea, a really good idea.
Oh. You have evil face.
No. We should go to Woodbridge and go to her store.
What?
Yeah. She won't know who we are.
We could just go in there and see what she looks like.
- No. - Why not?
Because I'm not spying on Luke's old girlfriends.
You mean, the mother of your fiancé's daughter.
Whatever. It's weird and creepy.
You're telling me you're not at all curious about the other woman?
She's not the other woman. She's another woman.
Come on, where's your adventurous spirit?
Hey, this is Luke's thing, okay?
He wants me to keep out of it for now, so I'm staying out of it. For now.
Come on, troublemaker. Put that evil mind to better use here.
Fine. Last half of Nanny McPhee, first half of Final Destination 3.
Brilliant. Now that is what a mind is for, my friend.
I'm sorry, but after you almost get killed
on a plane and on the freeway,
why would you choose to go on a crazy, terrifying roller coaster?
Oh, boy.
I mean, at that point, just stay home, right?
Because it's a horror movie.
Yes, but it doesn't make sense.
It's not supposed to make sense. It's supposed to make you sick.
Fine. Whatever. I'm heading over to the inn.
Do you wanna come over and hang?
No. I gotta run some errands. I'll meet you there later.
All right, but watch out that a streetlight doesn't accidentally break off,
swing down and decapitate you.
Will do.
I mean why even bother calling it Final Destination 3?
At that point, just call it Now You're Really, Really, Really Dead.
Hello, Hollywood? Boy, have I got a pitch for you.
T-shirt or top?
- What do you need most? - Both.
Then go for broke.
Not literally, of course. We like our customers solvent.
It keeps them coming back.
"Your boyfriend wants me"?
What can I say? It's our biggest seller.
Okay. I guess I'll try these on.
Dressing room's right through there, sweetie. Call if you need sizes.
1960's Pan Am stewardess bag.
Oh. Really? A stewardess bag, huh?
Yeah, I have the stewardess that goes with it, too. But it'll cost you.
Well, it's really cute. All your stuff is really cute.
Thank you. I try to stock mostly one-of-a-kind things.
I'm really into the whole "this is mine, you can't have it" scene.
Must be only-child syndrome.
Ah, yes. I know it well.
- Okay. Well, take your time. - Okay.
Everything in that corner of the store smells like vanilla.
Freaky and unplanned.
- No. - What?
- No. - But...
Trust me. At this moment, I am your best friend in the world.
- Should I just look in the... - No.
- Okay, well... - Not that either.
Look, Mrs. Kingston, Kirk will not rest until you are satisfied.
Your demands are Kirk's demands. Your needs are Kirk's needs.
Kirk is here for you.
Kirk?
Kirk appreciates that, Mrs. Kingston. We'll talk soon.
- What are you doing here? - Trying to bag a whale.
Kirk's in the real estate game now.
- Stop doing that. - What?
Referring to yourself as Kirk.
But that's Kirk's thing. Every realtor needs a thing.
This is Kirk's thing.
- You're a realtor? - Trainee, technically.
Well, take your training somewhere else, okay?
You're scaring away all my customers. And my staff.
Unfortunately, there is nowhere else. Trainees don't get offices.
Or salaries. Or jackets, actually.
I'm supposed to be having this dry-cleaned for one of the senior brokers.
Smells a little funky, but fits like a dream.
You've got Kirk. Yes, Mrs. Zellner. Right, the Dragonfly Inn.
See you this afternoon.
Wait, you're meeting clients here?
- Only a few. - No.
I promise I'll be out of your hair as soon as I make my bones.
I just need a temporary place to conduct my business
and potentially have sex with prospective clients.
- What? - That's Kirk's other thing.
The young, virile, eye-candy angle for lonely widows and aging divorcées.
Works like a charm. I plan on running it by Lulu, of course.
Kirk, get out of here.
Take your jacket and your dippy Star Trek device
and your creepy new career and scram.
Fine. But I would've expected a little more cooperation from you,
considering what I'm doing for your parents.
What are you doing for my parents?
Shoot. I should not have said that.
- Said what? - Nothing. I can neither confirm nor deny
that your parents are looking for a place in Stars Hollow.
My parents are looking for a place in Stars Hollow?
I can't say. The realtor trainee-client privilege is sacrosanct.
The manual's very clear on that.
How long have they been looking?
I've already said too much. It isn't even my account.
- The entire firm is working on it. - How long, Kirk?
All I know is they're looking, they're pricing.
They've seen three gracious single-family Tudors this week,
and they have a 2:00 p.m. showing tomorrow at 546 Oak Ridge Lane.
But I cannot and will not violate their confidence.
This cannot be happening.
Kirk here. Well, hello, Ms. Wyatt. Lovely to hear your voice.
Have I got a duplex for you.
I am getting three hot dogs tonight, and I'll tell you why.
I have Bugsy Malone running through my head,
especially the scene where Scott Baio buys Florrie Dugger a hot dog,
and he offers her mustard with onions or ketchup without.
So I started thinking, what would I like? Mustard with onions or ketchup without?
And then suddenly, they both started to sound really good.
But I usually get my hot dogs with ketchup and relish,
and you don't just walk out on something that has served you so well for so long,
so three hot dogs it is.
So what do you think happened to Florrie Dugger, anyway?
She moved to Stars Hollow,
and her mother harped on her hairstyle so much she jumped off a bridge.
- What? - The Gilmores are moving in.
What are you talking about?
Kirk was in here today.
Nothing good starts with "Kirk was in here today."
And he's trying to be a realtor,
and he told me that he's been taking my parents around to look at houses.
- Around here? - Yes.
- But why? - Why?
Because Luke and I are getting married,
and I guess they figure we'll be having kids,
and they wanna be near me when that happens.
Really near. Like, in the room wearing Bill Blass scrubs.
- Oh, boy. - I don't know what to do.
I moved 30 miles away from my parents for a reason.
Those 30 miles act as a buffer,
so that when my mother says something that makes me want to kill her,
I have to drive 30 miles to do it.
Ten miles in, I usually calm down or I get hungry or I pass a mall.
Something prevents me from actually killing her.
That buffer is my mother's best friend.
Take the buffer away, and you got Nancy Grace
camping out at Miss Patty's lawn for a month.
Okay, you need to get a grip. Maybe Kirk is wrong.
Maybe.
Well, don't think about it. Here, let me distract you with a present.
- For me? - For you.
Well, the world stops for a present.
Oh, it's so cute. I love it.
Good. You wanna know where I got it?
- Where'd you get it? - At Anna Nardini's store.
What?
It was great. I just strolled right in, looked very casual.
I didn't have to pretend like I needed help or anything.
She just came right up to me and...
I told you. I didn't wanna go there.
Well, you didn't. I did.
Yeah, but I didn't want you to go there, either.
What's the big deal? She didn't know who I was.
The big deal is Luke asked me to stay out of this.
He told me that he would deal with it.
But you're his fiancée.
Yeah. And you should be able to trust your fiancée.
Oh, right, the way he trusted you when he found out about April?
- Hey. - Okay. I'm sorry.
I just think it's crazy that you don't wanna know anything about this woman.
Rory, this conversation is over.
- So, you're not at all curious about her? - No.
So you don't wanna know what she looks like?
No.
I'm sorry, you seriously don't care whether she's pretty or not?
No.
So you have no interest in the fact that she has good taste in clothes or music...
- Rory, stop. Drop it. I mean it. - Fine.
I guess you don't want the purse, then.
So?
Close.
Last part needs work.
Well, I don't know what else to do.
What you do is try again.
I've been working on this song for 20 hours.
My fingers are cramping. I'm totally fried.
Run in place for a minute. Gets the blood moving.
Forget it. This is hopeless.
- What? - I can't write a hit, okay?
Not with that attitude you can't. Now, pick up your guitar.
Let me hear the last line of the chorus again.
- It stinks. - Great.
Try going out on a minor chord.
A minor chord? Like this one?
Different minor chord.
Not quite.
How's this one?
- Better. - Yeah.
That is better. Very Ray Davies.
I was thinking Dave Clark Five. Now try it again. The whole chorus.
- Whoa. - Now that is a hit song.
It is. We wrote a hit song. Mrs. Kim, we wrote a hit song!
Excellent. Now we go inside.
You know, I try to write with Brian all the time, but it doesn't work out.
'Cause he gives in way too easy. You know, he just doesn't push me.
I gotta couple more songs I'd love for you to listen to.
- Maybe I can bring them by later? - Lane. Come down here now.
Zach has something important to say to you.
Yes, Zach?
- Your mom and I just wrote a hit song. - What?
It was incredible. We were in the garage, it was awesome.
- It goes out on a minor chord... - Zach.
Yeah?
Don't you have something else to say to Lane?
Maybe something to ask her?
Oh. Right. Sorry.
Lane.
Lane, will you marry me?
Yes, Zach, I will.
Hold on.
This ring belonged to my grandmother.
Now it belongs to you.
Thanks, Mama.
That one you keep in drawer, so it doesn't scare the children.
All right. You two are now officially engaged.
There is much for you to discuss, so I will leave you two alone.
You have 15 minutes.
- I can't believe it. We did it. - I know. We're getting married.
Now, tell me about this song.
Lane, you are not gonna believe it.
Think early Kinks meets The Jam meets The Futureheads.
Here, I'll play it.
Okay, but see, I'm sorry. They did not even come up with a villain.
No Freddy, no Jason. The villain is death?
How lame is that? Who is seeing this movie?
Apparently, we are. Many, many times.
But how can they make money off of that? I mean, where's the Halloween mask?
Where's the costume?
How can they keep making the same stupid movie
over and over and over?
Ah, Caesar. Thank God.
We desperately need something to put in her mouth.
Hi. Two cheeseburgers and a copy of Syd Field's book, please.
We are missing the boat. Where's Luke?
He just ran upstairs.
He's got this new policy of not yelling at the vendors in front of customers.
- So, what should we do after dinner? - So.
Do you wanna rent Final Destination 1 and 2?
So many things wrong with you.
- Here. Freshly made. - Excellent.
Hey, what kind of doughnuts do you have left over?
I think we have chocolate, one jelly and a crumb.
- Jelly, please. - Okay.
- Hey, fancy new bag you got there. - Huh?
Oh, that's Luke's. I think he just got it today.
I'll go check on your burgers.
So, I finally wore him down, huh?
What?
Well, I don't know if you wanna know this,
but I saw that bag earlier at Anna's store.
- That bag? - Yeah.
How do you know it was the same exact bag?
There must be millions of places who sell it.
I guess.
I mean, Anna did say that she likes to stock one-of-a-kind things. It's possible.
Excuse me.
I ordered Swiss, Monty. Swiss has holes.
It's a terrific way to identify it.
Okay. Yeah, Thursday's good, but tomorrow would be even better.
Okay, let me put it to you like this.
If it comes on Thursday, it's half price, right?
All right, we'll see you tomorrow.
Hey. Am I interrupting?
No. I was just straightening something out.
How was the movie?
Do not get me started. Rory's downstairs.
- Great. I'll be right down. - Cool. That's cool.
- You okay? - What? Sure. Great.
- So, I see papa's got a brand new bag. - Huh?
I saw your snazzy new luggage downstairs.
Oh. Right. Anna sent that over.
Oh, wow. Coinkydink, huh?
Well, we were talking about April's trip itinerary,
and I guess I mentioned that my duffel bag's falling apart,
and next thing I know, she sent the thing over.
- That's nice. - Sure. It's fine.
You know, I was serious when I said I would go out and buy you new luggage.
I'm nothing if not a gifted shopper.
Oh, I know that. But it's here, so...
Yeah. It's here.
- So this doesn't bother you, does it? - What?
That Anna sent me the bag? Because I can send it back.
- Oh, no, no. It's cool. - You sure?
Yeah. I'm fine. So, I should get back down.
- Okay. I'll be by in a minute. - Cool.
- Well? - Well, what?
- Is the bag from Anna? - Yes, it is.
- It is. - It is.
He mentioned his duffel bag was shot, and she sent a bag over.
He didn't ask for it. He explained the whole thing to me.
We discussed it, and we're fine.
- You're fine? - Yep, I'm fine.
Where the hell you been?
Oh, I went to Stars Hollow to visit my mom for a couple days.
- You went to Stars Hollow? - Yep.
Well, you could've told me, Ace. Left a note, called, something.
Yeah, I know. I should've.
I mean, I wake up and you're gone.
I didn't mean to freak you out.
I kept calling your cell. I must've called it 100 times.
Oh, yeah. Well, my cell died,
and my charger was here, of course.
I have to buy an extra one. You keep telling me that.
Finally, I checked in with the paper.
They told me you've been e-mailing stuff, so at least I knew you were alive.
I'm so sorry. It just became this whole thing.
My grandparents stopped by unexpectedly,
which took forever, and anyhow, it's a long story.
But I promise it'll never happen again. I have to take a shower.
- Rory. - Yeah?
- You sure everything's okay? - Yeah. It's fine.