- Super quiet, Davey. - Super quiet, Son.
Like we're playing a game called "Let's Be Super Quiet,"
- and you win a prize if you're super quiet. - A prize!
Let's get him out the door. Let's get him out the door.
Lunches! Come on, Davey!
Come on. Let's get your lunch.
- Lunch is fun. - Here you go. Go give it to Daddy. Okay.
Come to Daddy, Son.
We're still playing the "Super Quiet" game.
So, did she say anything else to you after I went to bed?
Not a word.
We sat, we had tea, but she was somewhere else the whole time.
Don't open the door, Davey, the door's loud.
Okay, let Daddy open the door.
I'm worried about her.
If she wanted to talk about whatever it is, she would have talked.
I know what it is. It's Luke. I just... I don't know the specifics.
There, let's go.
- Be very quiet going out the door, Davey. - Super quiet.
- You're gonna win the prize. - It's gonna be a super fun prize.
- Close the door for me? - Got it.
Great job, Son! High-five!
- Morning, Taylor. - Good morning. Some weather, huh?
If you don't like it, just wait five minutes.
Top of the day to you, Mrs. Harris. Say hi to Maurice for me.
Will do.
- That's another good one. - No, it's not.
Hold it.
Yo, Alfred Stieglitz, stop with the pictures.
I prefer Cartier-Bresson.
My eyes are pale, very sensitive to the light.
You only graduate from college once,
and I will document it to my heart's content,
and you can't stop me.
At least I'm clothed in these.
Oh, yes, those shower photos will fetch me a bundle on the Internet.
I don't even know why I'm doing this.
Why am I doing this, this whole cap-and-gown thing?
Because the graduation ceremony is not only for the graduate.
It's for the loved ones, too. We talked about this.
- No, you talked and I disagreed. - And then I ruled, and that's that.
I'm taking that Stalin biography away from you.
Come on. I don't wanna be late.
You do realize you're putting yourself in the crosshairs?
Meaning?
There will be all manner of Huntzbergers in the audience.
I can avoid people with the best of them.
I didn't say "people." I said "Huntzbergers."
Don't you worry your pretty little head about this.
- I'll take care of myself. - Just want you to be fully prepped.
I have outdone myself photographically. Every one of these is a keeper.
Okay, that's a close-up of my naked butt. That's not a keeper.
You're right. That's a screen saver.
Well, hey there, Taylor. Fancy seeing you here.
- I live here. - Beautiful.
Is everyone seeing what's going on out here?
Lucas, have you eyeballed the chicanery that's taking place outside?
- What? Eyed what? - Balled, eyeballed these hooligans.
How interested do I look in talking to you, Taylor?
- Not very. - And this is the very peak of my interest.
My God, there's another one.
- I have a theory, Taylor. - Let's hear it.
Our usual town troubadour,
he was discovered last week on these very streets.
Discovered?
Some big-time music manager was limo-ing through town
and he caught one of the troubadour's songs.
Gave him an opening slot on Neil Young's tour.
- Who's Neil Young? - One of The Monkees.
Anyway, I'm guessing that when word hit the East Coast troubadour community,
every one of them thought to come to Stars Hollow
for their shot at the big time.
There's an East Coast troubadour community?
Oh, yes. Our wandering musical storytellers.
It's an honored American tradition, going back to the Puritans.
Geert Schoonhoven delighted his fellow Pilgrims with his timely songs.
His most popular was A Beaver Ate My Thumb.
It's quite catchy.
I wonder if Neil still does Last Train to Clarksville.
I love that song.
Excuse me. Bohemian people, may I have your attention, please?
- Kind of doing a song here. - It won't take long.
Please, people, your attention.
I would just like to say that there is no bigger fan of music
than the man standing before you.
No memory is more precious to me
than the one of my father
taking me to the Hartford Civic Auditorium to see the great Pat Boone.
But you, my friends, do not have the talent of Pat Boone.
And if you insist on loitering and playing your hippie, doo-wop music
to the obvious detriment of the mercantile interests of this town,
our authorities will forcibly remove you
with water hoses and canine units, if necessary.
Thank you for your time and goodbye.
Can you say "BTK"?
Oh, shoot.
- You're grounded. - Sorry, Mom.
Kimmy saw this guy at the mall who was a total Chachi,
and he bought us a Slurpee, and we totally lost track of time.
I called you twice. I left messages.
I called the National Guard
who didn't answer because they're all in Baghdad.
Well, I just checked my messages.
- I won't be ignored, Dan. - I know. I'm hiding my rabbit as we speak.
- So, what's the deal? - No deal.
I spent the night at Sookie's last night.
- Why? - No reason.
We were talking and it got late,
so I crashed on her couch and woke up covered in jam.
- Is everything all right? - Everything's fine.
- How's it going with you? - Well, Logan graduated.
Oh, that's right. The graduation. Wow. How was it?
I'm here now. It was nice.
Logan looked great. Very dignified.
He didn't trip. He remembered to wear pants.
- He's quite a catch, that guy. - I was very proud of him.
I'm just waiting for him to extricate himself from those people.
Oh, his parents are there, huh?
Yep. They are with Logan, and I am standing a good 50 feet away.
As per the restraining order.
They're dragging him out for drinks,
30 minutes tops. We're meeting back at the apartment.
And then he'll be all mine. I've got the whole afternoon planned out.
You're such a girlfriend. You should take him to the mall.
I'll think about it.
- So, you take pictures? - Only about a thousand.
I'll bring my camera tonight.
Oh, listen, just a heads up, I might have to duck out after drinks.
No. Why?
I've made reservations at this really crappy Italian restaurant
with Chianti bottles hanging from the ceiling,
and the husband and wife that own the place
wind up screaming at each other after 8:00. We love it.
Sounds great.
Well, it's our last night together for a while.
- I want it to be really special. - Sounds perfect.
Okay. I better get back. I'll see you tonight.
Okay, hon, see you tonight.
Hello, Babette.
- Hi, buddy. Where's Babette? - Oh, she had to go, honey.
I told her I'd take the morning shift.
She told me to tell you that everything went fine.
Paul Anka ate all his food,
and then he did something weird with your nightgown.
Oh, are you cross-dressing again?
I got here at 7:30.
I gave him a little kibble and a new hoof,
and he ran around the house a few times and then passed out in the corner.
He's been quiet ever since.
Thank you guys for doing this, Patty.
Paul Anka's never spent the whole night alone before.
Oh, it's our pleasure, sweetheart.
So, you're staying out all night, huh? Anything illegal?
Oh, no, no. Just a little girls' night out. Or in, I should say.
Sookie and I had a slumber party.
- Oh, that sounds fun. - Yeah. Do you want some coffee, Patty?
Oh, no, sweetheart. I need to get going.
I'm teaching a cardio striptease class at 10:00.
I have to make sure that those poles are screwed in tight.
Okay.
- Lorelai? You here? - Tell him... Tell him I'm not here!
- What? - Patty, please, tell him I'm not here.
- Lorelai? - No, no, but I...
- Luke! Hi! - What the hell are you doing here?
Oh, if I had a nickel for every time I heard that.
- I'm looking for Lorelai. - Well, she's not here.
Her Jeep's right out front.
Well, all I know is that she called to have me come over and feed Paul Anka.
- Called from where? - Oh, I don't know. The inn, maybe.
No, she's not at the inn. I tried the inn.
Well, I don't know.
You know, half the time people speak to me,
I'm thinking about Baryshnikov.
- Did you see Turning Point? - No.
- Oh, that man was so beautiful. - Yeah, I'm sure.
Pure sex walking. Or flying, actually. That man could fly.
- Have you ever thought of taking dance? - Me? No.
Well, maybe you might wanna think about it.
There's nothing sexier than a man in tights.
Yeah, I'm sure that's true.
- Look, can you just tell Lorelai I came by? - Oh, of course I will, honey.
All right, stop imagining me in tights, Patty.
It's a free country, honey.
- He is so easy. - Thank you, Patty.
Something going on with you and Luke?
It's nothing. We had a little fight. Nothing big, I'm just...
Punishing him. Good for you.
The longer the freeze-out, the better the make-up.
Yes. Exactly.
- Listen, thank you for doing this. - Oh, sure, anytime.
If you need anything else, just give me a call.
- I will. - And, honey, don't freeze him out too long.
Luke is a much better man than my first husband or second husband.
But he's neck-and-neck with the third one, though.
Okay.
Bye, Paul Anka.
Thank you for letting me scratch your butt for an hour.
Just like husband number 4.
Bye.
...be there for at least the first two months.
- You met him in Omaha. - I remember.
He runs the department, so he's the one to see.
He's a good guy. He's got 20 years.
- Oh, I gotta go. - Yeah, I'll talk to you later.
Yeah.
- Hey. - What happened?
- It took longer than I thought. - Way longer.
And I've got to leave for my grandparents', like, right now.
To top it off, just as the family thing is winding down,
a bunch of Dad's business automatons came by
- and he made me stay to talk shop. - To talk shop?
Synergy in new media ventures and increasing shareholder value.
- I could hear my soul dying. - He's doing this on purpose.
- I wouldn't put it past him. - Why is he doing this?
Look, don't think about him. Just go. Go to your thing. Get it over with.
- I'll wait for you here. Go. - Okay.
No more thoughts about Mitchum.
- You're right. No more thoughts. - Go.
Yeah, at this number.
Here. Call me back. Bye.
Oh. Hello, Rory.
Were you at the ceremony? We didn't see you.
Yeah, I was there.
- Didn't see you. - Well, I was there.
Did you know that Logan and I had plans to go out after the ceremony?
- I mean, were you aware of that? - No, I was not.
Yeah. 'Cause why would your son wanna go out with his girlfriend
- the last day before he leaves, right? - Rory...
And this gathering of yours, it turns into a business meeting
on his graduation day.
As if Logan's not gonna have enough time for that
during the year that you're forcing him to do in London.
It wasn't exactly a business meeting.
- Why are you doing this? - Doing what?
Why are you taking him away from me? Why? Do you hate me that much?
- I don't hate you. - Yeah, right.
- Why would I hate you? - Because I'm dating your son.
Logan's love life is his own business. I don't get involved.
Oh, please, you have done nothing but get involved.
- How? - You're sending him away.
5,000 miles away.
What other reason is there but to separate us?
Well, you flatter yourself if you think I put that much energy
into thinking about your relationship.
- Here's the lobby. - Wait, let's get this clear right now.
I'm sending Logan away for one reason, because it is time.
It is time for him to stop jumping out of planes in a gorilla mask
and crashing boats and getting plastered every night and ending up in the hospital.
It's time for him to stop being a child and to start being a man.
It's time for him to start focusing on his future,
and the only way he is gonna do that is to get him out of his environment
and away from those dopes, Colin and Finn
and the Life and Death Brigade, and get him on a path.
Logan is talented. He's talented.
He's my son. I want him to achieve something.
And he needs a push. It...
It's what my father did with me.
He pushed me, I grew up, and now Logan is gonna grow up.
Anything here you're not agreeing with?
I didn't think so.
- Got your mail here, Taylor. - Thanks, Cliff.
I guess a last group of miscreants didn't get word
that troubadours are persona non grata in Stars Hollow.
Just one more rat I have to exterminate. See you, Cliff.
Gerta, you're half my age. Why do I always beat you to the door?
- Hi, Mom. - Hello, Lorelai.
So, just you tonight?
Well, I know how mad you get
when I bring the Insane Clown Posse with me.
- So, no Luke. - Luke's working.
All right.
- So how are we? - We're good. We're fine.
We're starving. We'd love a drink.
Your father's making martinis in the living room.
Oh, now your legs work. Here, hang these up.
And eat something with sugar!
That's it. I'll take care of the rest.
Just say whatever it takes and get him out of there.
About 9:30. I trust you, Finn.
No, it's not a surprise that you've never heard anyone say that before.
Just get Colin, and get him out of there. Bye.
Sorry, everyone. I'm off it for good now.
- Hello, Lorelai. - Thanks, Dad. Hello.
- What's this? - Don't touch that.
He slapped my hand earlier.
- It is top-secret. - Oh, my God.
It's the weapons of mass destruction.
- Quick! Get the President on the phone. - Lorelai.
If he's not in the Oval Office, try the ice-cream room.
Just tell them what it is, Richard.
Well, it looks like we're going to receive a tidy little settlement
from the charlatan that botched your mother's eye surgery.
A very tidy settlement.
And we have decided to add it to the money we're donating to Yale.
Oh, thank God. Finally a hot meal for the lacrosse team.
We're adding it to the money that we're donating in Rory's name.
Oh, goody, they didn't forget.
And with that extra money,
we can now afford what is on the table right in front of you.
- Richard, do the honors. - All right.
Miss Rory Gilmore, may I present
- your building! - What?
Your science building.
On the QT, a friend of mine who knows the architect
snagged the model for me. It's a beaut, isn't it?
- Built perfectly to scale. - Very sleek.
And there's plenty of wall space inside for a portrait.
- Of who? - Of you.
And look right here.
My friend attached a placard to the front of the building.
"The Rory Gilmore Astronomy Building."
Grandpa...
They're going to start construction this summer,
so it should be up and running by Christmas.
Is this the actual lettering? I mean, is this to scale?
I don't know. Although the style is very dignified.
I'm sure we can request this lettering if you like.
It's your building, so why not?
Because the lettering would be 30 feet high.
Well, honey, it's the astronomy building. You have to be able to see it from space.
I don't know whether it's to scale.
Well, is there someone we can call to check?
Relax, Rory. She's so modest.
Relax, Rory.
Remember when you wanted a personalized license plate?
So much better.
We're going to try to get them to add another floor
so that it's taller than everything around it.
- Make it stand out a bit more. - More than this?
- I love the portrait idea. - Who's not helping?
Excuse me, everyone, Christopher Hayden has arrived.
- Ah, Chris! - Christopher, how wonderful.
- Come in, come in. - How are you?
- What are you doing here? - I was invited.
Shut up! Me, too!
We promised Christopher
a home-cooked meal last time we saw him,
and since we're leaving for Europe for the next two months,
this was the last chance we had to make good on that promise.
You can call a Gilmore many things, but you can't call him a welsher.
What are the things you can call him? Just for future reference.
I'm very grateful for the invitation, Emily.
- Martini, Christopher? - Sounds good.
- What's this? - Oh, it's Rory's building.
- It's not my building. - It's got your name on it.
- Wow, are those letters to scale? - Oh, boy.
- 'Cause it's gonna be huge. - Yeah.
Okay, Dad, you can take my seat because I have to go
legally change my name and transfer to Brown.
Honey, now come on, we have teased you way worse than this before.
Remember when you were 10 and you thought you discovered U2?
I should get going. Logan's leaving in the morning.
Oh, that's right. Well, tell him to have a safe trip.
I will.
My goodness, it's Grand Central Station in here tonight.
Come on, Rory, I'll walk you out.
- Bye, honey. - Bye.
- Christopher. - Thank you.
So he's leaving, huh?
Yeah, he's going to London to work for his dad.
- She should be very proud of that boy. - She should.
She should buy him an observatory.
Well, look who I found outside.
- Oh, Carolyn. - Hello, Richard.
How wonderful to see you, especially standing so close to a martini.
Oh, Carolyn. That sense of humor of yours.
One martini, coming right up.
Carolyn, this is my daughter, Lorelai. Lorelai, this is Carolyn Bates.
Lynnie to those in the know.
- Oh. Am I in the know? - Well, you are now.
- Nice to meet you. - You, too.
- And, Lynnie, this is Christopher Hayden. - Nice to meet you.
- Lynnie, olives or a twist? - Olives, please.
Lynnie's mother and I go so far back, I'm embarrassed to talk about it.
Lorelai, you remember my talking about Marie Randall.
We were roommates in college.
Well, Lynnie is her daughter and she just moved to Hartford.
So, of course, we promised her a dinner.
And since we're going to be out of town for the next couple of months,
tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity.
Tonight she's settling up all old debts, huh?
Lynnie, I've got you two olives.
Thank you very much, Richard.
- Move. - What?
- Move! - Mom.
The arm's supposed to be connected to the rest of the body.
Lynnie, you come sit down next to Christopher.
- Lorelai's gonna sit with me. - Okay.
You know, Lynnie is a psychologist. Isn't that fascinating?
I do a lot of work with family counseling, runaways, and drug recovery.
Arm-yanking rehab.
Lynnie just moved here from Maine, isn't that interesting?
I've never been to Maine. Christopher, have you ever been to Maine?
- No, but I like lobster. - Well, then you're in.
I tell you, Lynnie, you're a card, just like your mother.
Christopher, you should meet her mother. She's a stitch.
- Isn't Lynnie's mother a stitch, Richard? - She's an entire seam, Emily.
It's so important to find someone who can make you laugh.
I was always so envious of Johnny Carson's wives.
I just thought these women must do nothing but laugh all the time.
- How's your drink, Lynnie? - Oh, very potent. Thank you, Emily.
Well, potent is good because tonight is a party.
Which reminds me, Christopher,
Lynnie once threw her mother the most wonderful birthday party.
I think she made the cake herself, didn't you, Lynnie?
Oh, these days a woman who can bake is a rare treasure, isn't she?
And Lynnie's a Leo.
Stop. Go home. This is private property.
Stop that jumping right now!
There's no jumping in the town square!
Officer Ruskin, what took you so long? I called you hours ago.
Well, I'm here now, Taylor. What do you need?
Handcuff these ruffians and take them away.
- In what? - In your car.
- Well, I came on my bike. - Why?
Fred took the car. Plus, my handcuffs are broken.
Well, then find an appropriate vehicle to haul them away.
My sister has an SUV, but she's out of town, though.
Well, then line them up and have them follow you to jail.
Well, I could do that. Oh, but it's a single cell, though.
It holds two, maybe three, if they're not fat.
- And we don't have any food. - Oh, forget it, Barney Fife.
My brother has a Pinto.
- Patty, don't do that. - But they're hungry.
If you feed them, they won't go away.
Taylor.
How did you let this happen? This is my turf, Taylor.
How did I let this happen? This is your fault.
You had to go off and make it in the big time,
and now they're all copying you.
The big time? I made 700 bucks and got booed.
And I never even met Neil Young. Heart of Gold, my ass.
I suddenly feel very tired.
- Would you like a tiramisu? - No, I think I'd just like to go to bed.
Tell everybody to try and keep it down.
God, I hate music.
- How old? - Four going on forty.
And a doll, a living doll.
Well, enjoy them while their legs are still short enough for you to overtake them.
That's good advice, Doc. Thanks.
Excuse me, I'm just gonna go to the restroom.
- Well, hurry back. Dinner's almost on. - Yes, ma'am.
- My sister just had twins last week. - Twins. Wow! That sounds...
- Loud? - Exactly.
I'm sorry, I know I'm being very forward,
but the picture of the two of you sitting there, so young, so beautiful,
it's almost like looking at a shampoo ad.
Oh, my God! What are you doing?
What do you mean, what am I doing?
I thought "restroom" was code for "Follow me
"and we'll talk about how to get you out of this."
What the hell kind of spy school did you go to?
Well, I'm here now, so let's figure out how to get me out of this!
- Out of what? - What do you mean, "Out of what?"
- This is a setup. - So it seems.
I can't believe Emily would do this.
You're talking about Emily Dickinson, right?
'Cause Emily Gilmore was made to do this.
I thought I was having dinner with you and Rory.
I didn't realize I was going on a date.
Well, luckily you didn't get ugly overnight.
And thanks a lot, by the way.
- What did I do? - Nothing!
You're just sitting there. You're not saying anything.
What are you talking about?
When Mom said, "Doesn't he look like Cary Grant?"
I said, "Yes."
- You're just letting this happen. - I'm not just letting this happen.
You can't see that I'm miserable out there?
No, I can't. You seem fine. You're talking to her.
She's talking to me.
What am I supposed to do, slap her in the mouth?
That would be a conversation-stopper.
I assumed at some point you'd jump in and try and save me.
- By doing what? - I don't know, deflect, distract,
get the conversation off her and me and us.
Well, I'm sorry. I didn't know you needed saving.
- Oh, come on. - Oh, "Oh, come on"?
How do I know you don't wanna date her?
You're single, she's single, you're pretty, she's pretty,
it's how all great divorces start.
How did I used to get out of here?
- What are you talking about? - In high school, I'd be in your room,
I had several ways of sneaking out of here.
Chris.
Which drainpipe was it that I used to crawl down?
Christopher!
I think you used to get to it from the attic window.
Does the attic window still access
the drainpipe that drops you off by the garage?
You do know you're grown up now. You can just walk out the front door.
Oh, if I just leave, I'll insult your parents.
But vanishing into thin air, way more polite.
It's only 8:00. This night's gonna last forever.
We haven't even had dinner yet.
Relax.
Now that I know you're not interested in her...
I'm not.
Okay. Now that I know, I can help you out.
- You will? - Yeah. I got your back.
- Okay. Thank you. - You're welcome.
- I know you always got mine. - Always.
- Oh, so it wasn't code, you know, I got to... - Yes. Right.
- I'll see you back in the living room. - Yeah.
- Very interesting dinner, Emily. - It's paella.
I got the recipe from Hildy Mclntosh, whose son married a Spanish girl.
God knows how long it's going to last,
but the food at their wedding was wonderful.
- Do you like it, Lynnie? - I do.
- Not too spicy? - I like spicy food.
Do you? Well, Christopher, did you hear that?
Lynnie likes spicy food and so do you. Isn't that something?
Yes. Small world.
Hey, Lynnie, I have a recurring dream where a walrus
waddles up, lies down on me, falls asleep and I can't breathe.
- What do you think it means? - Lorelai!
What? Dad, Lynnie is a psychologist. She should know.
It's okay. It could mean a myriad of things.
Too much stress at work, something in your life is strangling you,
you've read Alice in Wonderland too many times.
- Touché, Lynnie. - She's got wit and wisdom, this one.
You know, Christopher does
the Sunday New York Times puzzle every single week.
Hey, what's it called when you're afraid of spiders?
- "Arachnophobia." - You have arachnophobia?
- No. - Thank goodness.
What's it called when you're afraid
of people who are afraid of spiders?
- 'Cause that one I've got. - Oh, lord.
I don't think there's a technical term for that yet.
How about arachnophobia phobia? 'Cause that makes sense.
- You know, Christopher, Lynnie... - Voices in your head, totally normal, right?
- Excuse me? - There's only two that speak English.
Lorelai, eat your paella.
- So, Christopher, how's business going? - It's really been picking up lately.
- What do you do? - Oh, I'm in computer software.
- Well, that sounds exciting. - Can be. It's a lot of traveling, actually.
I love traveling. It's one thing I really miss about my job.
You know what I think is even better than traveling?
Time traveling. Do you think that's possible?
I would have no idea.
Lorelai, are you having some kind of breakdown?
- You're very quiet, Christopher. - Well, I...
Lynnie, as a psychologist, tell me, what do you think of The Sopranos?
- Actually, I miss Adriana. - Oh, so do I.
- Lorelai! - What?
- I was serious about that one. - That's it. No more talking till dessert.
Dude, can you do that...
- Come on. One more stop. - I can't.
But tomorrow you'll fly away to London, and we will forget all about you.
I'm touched, but Rory will be back in a minute.
You know, I'm starting to get the feeling
- you'd rather be with her than with us. - Impossible.
I appreciate the drinks and the diversion.
Your friendship over the years is worth
at least a couple pages in my memoir,
but, as of now, it's goodbye.
I'm spending the rest of the night alone with my girl.
Hello, governor, chips?
- I'm sorry, I was looking for my girlfriend. - Oh, I'm sorry, mate. No girlfriends here.
Just us birds and blokes taking the piss out of each other.
- Your accent is terrible, by the way. - Just go with it, you geezer.
Now, we have heard that you're about to fly away to Old Blighty,
and word round the pub has it you're not terribly happy about it.
Well, I'm leaving a couple people I'm pretty fond of.
And some people I'm a little afraid of, but all in all...
Well, we're just gonna have to change your mind
because London, you see,
is a place of fun and musical excitement,
the Queen, HELLO! magazine...
You're gonna break into a chorus of Chim Chiminey any minute, aren't you?
Shush now. None of that talk.
Because tomorrow, brilliant things will happen.
A new life. A new adventure. You like adventure, don't you, mate?
Well, London is certainly the place for that.
And we, frankly, would not be the fine chaps we claim to be
if we did not send you off in a proper way
with the bash of a lifetime!
Come on, someone get this chap a pint!
You see, if you can't be happy, at least you can be drunk.
Kiss me, Mary Poppins.
Really? I thought it was more Gwyneth Paltrow, Shakespeare in Love.
- Kiss me. - To the Queen!
To the Queen!
- Well, that was a complete waste of time. - What are you talking about?
I'm talking about Christopher and Carolyn leaving separately.
Well, come on, Mom. What did you think?
They were gonna throw down and consummate it right here in the foyer?
No, I didn't think they were going to
"throw down and consummate it in the foyer."
I just thought they could go out for some coffee.
- You served them coffee. - So what?
So you can't be shocked when you serve people
three cups of coffee
and they don't feel like going out for coffee. Not everyone's me.
I just thought they would have hit it off better than that.
- You never know with these things. - I was just so sure.
- Oh, well. Maybe next time. - Absolutely.
Christopher's probably too immature for Lynnie, anyway.
I'm sure he is.
The way he was going on and on about that motorcycle of his.
I half expected him to start talking about his Tonka truck
and announcing to the room he wanted to be a fireman or a cowboy someday.
Sure is nice when it's not me. All right, bye, Mom. Have a nice trip.
Goodbye, Lorelai.
- Gerta, did I fire you? - No.
Really? Everything's off tonight.
You also know that it is one meal, and one meal does not a lifestyle make.
That's okay, Sandra. All right.
Okay. Call anytime. I'll talk to you on Monday.
- Sorry. I'm blocking you in. - No, no. It's okay.
So you do sessions over the phone?
I do sessions whenever people need them.
Wow. That's quite a commitment.
Well, I've always been a good listener, excellent note-taker.
I have fantastic penmanship.
Good head-nodding abilities.
- You found your calling. - I think I did.
- So it was nice meeting you. - Oh, you, too. You, too.
This was... This was really very, very sweet of your mom.
Well, you keep thinking that.
Hey, it's been a long time since I've been invited to such a blatant setup.
It made me miss my own mom.
I'll just let it go to voicemail.
Boy, your work sure follows you around, huh?
Yeah. Well, when you're going through something, you never know
when you're gonna need to talk. Sometimes it sneaks up on you.
Yeah. I suppose so.
- You okay? - Me? Yeah, yeah. I'm good.
It was really nice meeting you. Sorry if I talked too much during dinner.
Every now and then, I just feel the need to reenact
certain key scenes from Purple Rain, you know, for a captive audience.
The Lake Minnetonka scene really bugs my mom, so...
I could analyze that one for you if you want.
That one I've got a handle on.
Other things are more fuzzy, but that one, that one I got.
Okay.
- Lorelai? - Yeah?
Do you...
- Do you wanna talk about something? - Me? No. No. I'm good.
It was nice meeting you. Bye. I gotta go.
My parents have been married for 40 years.
And that's, like, mind-blowing for me
because there is no one worse at communication than my mother,
except my father and most of my relatives.
It is not a chatty group, basically.
Everything in the Gilmore house was, "Don't talk about it. Shove it aside."
And, of course, I talked about it and shoved it right in your face.
But still, I don't know, I never saw myself getting married.
- Never? - Not until Max asked me. I think.
I mean, I guess I thought about marrying Christopher
when everyone was freaking out because I was pregnant,
but I never thought about it in a longingly good way.
- That could be why. - Why?
Well, marriage was just a solution to a problem,
not anything romantic or because you were in love.
Plus, it came from your parents.
I love that I've got one more thing to blame my mother for.
What about Max? Did you love him?
No, I didn't.
I wanted to, but I didn't.
I don't think I ever really loved anyone until Luke.
Did I tell you I proposed?
- No, you didn't. - I did.
I saw this guy in front of me who was a real man.
He was solid and he was strong.
He would protect me, but he got me.
I knew all that when we started dating,
but that moment when I realized how much he cared for Rory, that was it.
Suddenly I knew I was ready.
- Did he accept right away? - Pretty much.
Hey, where's the weirdest place you've ever had a session?
Skull Mountain at Six Flags.
- So, not this? - Nope. Not this.
Well, not only have I screwed up your night, but it's not even a good story.
- It's still a pretty good story. - Yeah, that's good.
'Cause I like to entertain, you know. I should have been a monkey.
Washington Square Park with, like, a snappy hat.
I feel so stupid.
I really had myself believing it was gonna happen.
Bought that stupid dress, and now it's just hanging there, mocking me.
And the crazy thing is, I am ready to get married.
I am ready to start the next phase of my life.
I want another kid, and I don't wanna wait anymore.
I don't want to be patient. I've been patient long enough.
I'm not happy, and I feel crappy all the time
and I just think I've had it.
So, what are you gonna do?
Only you can make you wait. Nobody else can.
You need to decide what you want and what you're willing to give up to get it.
And then you gotta be okay with that, or you gotta be okay with waiting.
I could lose him if I push too hard.
You don't really seem to have him now,
at least not the way you wanna have him.
You won't get anything unless you ask for it.
Then if you ask for it and you don't get it,
maybe it wasn't worth having in the first place.
Some things are just never meant to be, no matter how much we wish they were.
I can only imagine what you could do if you had a couch.
Wanna put money on who nails the Queen?
I think Her Highness is pretty safe tonight.
- Why? I thought Jenny and Paul broke up. - They got back together this morning.
- Do the boys know? - No.
- Are you gonna tell them? - No.
Wow! Watching your best friends waste precious scoring moments.
You can get kicked out of the club for that.
Yeah, well...
You know, I have given a lot of great parties in my lifetime.
Oh, I know.
But I do believe that this one has topped them all.
Hey, it's not over. We have hours to go.
There's plenty of beer left, and no one's slugged Finn yet, so...
- Thank you. - My pleasure.
- You want more beer? - No.
- More Twiglets? Cadbury's? - I'm good.
Do you wanna try the frug again? 'Cause I think my cramp has gone away.
Tell me not to go.
- What? - Tell me not to get on that plane.
Tell me to blow off my father, the paper, the whole Huntzberger destiny.
Just tell me I can figure something else out.
Just tell me not to go.
Well, I can't do that.
Hey, are you afraid the teacher's gonna see you or something?
No. I can't just charge you for half a cup of coffee.
But I'm not gonna drink the whole cup.
Seems like a gyp.
Hey, I need to talk to you.
- Where have you been? - It doesn't matter.
What are you talking about, "Doesn't matter"?
I've been looking everywhere for you.
I tried your cell, I went by the inn. Patty was at your house.
- Let's elope. - What?
- Come on, Luke. Grab your keys, let's go. - Elope?
You said that would be fine at Martha's Vineyard.
Didn't you say that would be fine at Martha's Vineyard?
- Yes. I did, but I'm just... - Come on, then let's go.
We can drive to Maryland. What the hell, right?
I mean, you have to see Maryland eventually.
We can drive there and get married
and then come back here and you get your stuff and you'll move in.
- Okay, hold on. - I mean, we have the plan already, right?
- We just have to put the plan in motion. - Yeah, let's calm down.
We don't have to figure all this out now, do we?
Yes, we do! Because we've been waiting and waiting
and putting it off and I don't wanna put it off anymore.
- Yeah, but right now? - Yes! Now is the right time.
It's the best time because it's now!
- Come on. - Your car or mine?
Lorelai, let's just talk this through.
No, I don't wanna talk. All we've done for months is talk.
I wanna do. I wanna go.
Yeah, well, we can't just take off and get married.
- Why not, Luke? Don't you love me? - You know I do.
But I love you, Luke. I love you.
But I have waited and I have stayed away
and I have let you run this thing and no more.
I asked you to marry me and you said yes.
Yeah, I'm just trying to think here.
We fixed up the house, right? We have a bigger closet
and I didn't get the purple wallpaper
because you didn't want the purple wallpaper.
And if it's between you and the purple wallpaper,
I pick you. I pick you!
I didn't tell you not to get the purple wallpaper...
- Oh, my God! You didn't like it. - I don't care about wallpaper.
- Do you care about me? - Yes.
Because I'm going crazy here.
I made a commitment to you and I need to make it happen.
It will. It will happen, okay? I just have April to consider.
But once we're married, everything with April will be fine.
- Anna said so. - Anna said so? What does that mean?
- When I talked to Anna, she... - When did you talk to Anna?
- After the party, I... - I didn't know you talked to Anna.
- You weren't supposed to talk to Anna. - I know, I'm... God!
No, I'm not gonna defend myself!
For months now I've been skulking around, not saying anything,
not having an opinion on anything, like I'm Clarence Thomas or something,
and I'm done with that.
I've been waiting for a long time, and I don't want to wait anymore.
- I have to think this through. - No!
I have April!
You're gonna have to figure out how April fits into our lives,
- not the other way around. - I'm trying.
Well, try married.
- Just wait! - No. I'm not waiting!
- It's now or never. - I don't like ultimatums.
I don't like Mondays, but unfortunately they come around eventually.
I can't just jump like this.
Well, I'm sorry to hear that.
And I have to go.
- Hey. - Hey.
You okay?
I'm having a really bad night, and
I just don't want to be alone, okay?
Yeah. Come on in.
Rory.
- Logan? - Don't get up.
You're dressed.
- Why are you dressed? - My bags are already in the car.
- The car? - It's downstairs. I just wanted to tell you...
I'll be five minutes!
- I just have to find the closet. - Relax.
- I'll just grab shoes and a coat. - No.
- No shoes. Just a coat. - You don't have to come.
You're leaving. I have to go with you to the airport.
- No. - I have to go to say goodbye.
- Rory, no. - Yes!
I have to wave to you at the gate.
They won't let you come to the gate.
They'll stop you at security.
Okay, well, I'll wave to you at the metal detectors.
- Rory. - I have to go with you.
- No. - Yes!
You are leaving for London.
Who knows when we'll see each other again?
- I thought that was all set. - What was all set?
Christmas, Thanksgiving, Guy Fawkes Day.
- That's so far away, I... - Rory,
if you come with me, I won't get on the plane.
I've paid for the apartment for the next year,
so you don't have to worry about that.
There's still a few weeks left on the car service,
so use it whenever you want. I know that you won't,
but just in case you need to.
I'll call you when I get in, okay?
What?
I keep trying to think of fabulous things to say,
but all I can think is,
say hi to William and Harry for me.
I love you, Ace.
That's so much better than, "Say hi to William and Harry for me."
I have to go.
- G.G., come get your coat. - Not that coat. The pink coat.
- Miriam, where's the pink coat? - She doesn't have a pink coat.
G.G., come back here!
- Who's that? - That's your aunt Lorelai.
- Is she sick? - No.
- Miriam... - Sorry, Mr. Hayden.
I don't like to wear my nightgown to bed when I'm sick, either.
I'll explain later. Have fun at school. Bye-bye, hon.