And then the rabbit says, "How about that schnitzel?"
Well?
- Well, what? There's no punch line. - That is the punch line.
"How about that schnitzel?" That's the punch line?
Not when you say it like that.
- How am I supposed to say it? - Like a punch line.
- "How about that schnitzel?" - Forget it.
- What? - You ruined my joke.
No, the punch line ruined your joke.
- What? - You admit it's a punch line.
- Oh, my God. - I'm vindicated.
"How about that schnitzel?" is officially declared a punch line.
A really bad one.
Who asked for the Norton Critical Edition?
All the schnitzel and I wanted was some recognition and now we have it.
- Man, it's packed in here. - I guess we counter it.
I guess we do.
- What? - What do you know?
- Your face really can't freeze that way. - Are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. I'm great. It's big, fat, happy sunshine day for me.
- Business looks good. - The place is packed.
It's taken over by the J. Crew catalog.
Look, babies!
- I never want to hear that again. - Find the yellow ball.
The yellow ball. Yellow duck.
- Ball. - Yellow ball.
Every weekend, the same stupid group comes here, takes all my tables...
and every chair they get their sticky hands on.
And they do that. They sit, they stand.
One person holds a kid, another person holds a kid.
I've got choo-choo Joe.
This guy runs in and out and back and forth.
That guy never takes his head out of that bag.
The women can't figure out which kid is which.
And they do it all morning long...
and then order two iced teas to go. And that is it.
- I'm sure you're exaggerating. - I am not exaggerating.
Oh, God.
Now, this is good. You see, choo-choo Joe will not be working.
Get the bongo bear.
How did you know that?
Joe has not been working for the last six months.
Personally, I don't think he's broken.
I think he killed himself to get away from that family.
- That kid's a major drooler. - It's like a fountain.
That's it. They have to go.
It's just spit. Pretend you're at a baseball game.
No, I've had enough. Let them go and not spend money at AI's. I'm through.
Is that woman doing what I think she's doing?
I can't be 100% sure, but, yeah, that's lunch.
Why do they do this? This is a public place. People are eating here.
- They sure are. - This cannot be sanitary.
- Don't know where that thing's been. - Since when is it acceptable?
In the old days, a woman would never do that in public.
They'd go find a barn or a cave or something. It's indecent.
- This is a diner, not a peep show. - Consider making it a combo.
You could charge more for your cheeseburgers.
No one would ever feel the same ordering a glass of milk again.
I have to do something.
I just can't stand here and let the lactating continue.
- Gross! - I'm gross?
I'm not the one exposing myself for the entire world to see.
That's it.
- You go make her stop. - I'm not going over there.
- Why not? You're a woman. - So what?
- You have the same parts. - What?
- You shouldn't be scared of it. - Scared of it?
You're gonna be a bachelor for a really long time.
I'm being taken advantage of here, and I don't like being taken advantage of.
I hate this.
Okay, that was kind of fun.
Is it your nap time?
The Tylers in 12 asked to have their toxic pillows removed.
Our pillows aren't toxic.
According to the travel magazine that we put in their room...
down pillows can carry airborne diseases and mold.
Unbelievable. I didn't think anybody read those magazines.
I think she had to. There was a picture of a roast chicken on the cover.
- She is large. And her husband is ugly. - Michel.
- Hey! - They threw pillows at me!
[Phone ringing]
Independence Inn.
You should identify yourself when you answer the phone.
Sorry. Independence Inn. Major Disappointment speaking. Better?
Yes, thank you. I want to talk to you about something.
- Shoot. - I'm in charge of...
the Society Matrons League's annual antique auction next Tuesday...
and I thought you'd like to come.
Society Matrons League. That's quite a name.
- What is wrong with that name? - Nothing. It just sounds so serious.
Brings to mind a roomful of old ladies wearing black dresses and cameos...
pushing spoonfuls of cod-liver oil on the kids.
That's a flattering portrait of my friends you're painting.
Not your friends, I meant the other old ladies in the league.
The ones who don't like you 'cause you guys are so young.
Kindly wrap this up soon, Lorelai.
- Consider it wrapped. - Thank you.
All the proceeds from the auction go to the children's hospital...
and we're going to be offering some lovely pieces...
which I think would look very nice in your inn.
What sort of pieces?
Basically a lot of canes and shawls, a couple of walkers.
I believe we finally talked old Lady Rollins into giving up her teeth.
What sort of pieces, Mom?
We have a couple of wonderful writing desks...
some French end tables, rocking chairs, picture frames, lamps, davenports.
The worst that can happen is you won't find anything you like...
and you've wasted a couple of hours.
Who knows, you might find something you love.
Plus, I will be too busy to sit with you, if that is of concern.
That is not a concern. Define "way too busy."
- Are you interested or not? - When is this auction?
- Tuesday at 1:00. - I'll think about it.
- I'll see you Tuesday. - Bye.
I'm sorry. Did I hear you mention something about an auction?
My mother's women's group is having one next week.
You know, I love a good auction: the drama, the strategy.
- The strategy? - Oh, yes.
First, you mustn't be too eager, because that drives the price way up.
Don't be too eager. Got it.
You must always be extremely careful of your paddle movement.
That certainly calls for a "dirty."
- How's your arm raise? Good? - Pretty good.
- I have an excellent arm raise. - That's what it says on the bathroom wall.
Yes. If you need some tips...
- I'll give you a call. - Good.
Take me to the auction! I insist you take me.
You don't even know if it'll be good. It's just society women.
If your mother's involved, it will be impeccable.
I haven't been to an impeccable auction in over a year.
- I don't know. - What do you want?
- I don't want anything. - Stop playing coy with me.
I want into that auction. You name your price.
You've to work weekends the rest of this month.
- Done. - And answer the phone when it rings.
Done.
You have to answer it in English unless the person is actually foreign.
And you have to oversee the nature hikers next week.
No.
Michel, if you want to go to this auction...
you have to be in the lobby at 6:00 Friday morning.
You have to hand out towels and water bottles.
You've to show them the hiking trails and let them give you a nature name.
Fine. I will let them give me a nature name.
- All right, then you can come. - Thank you.
- Buttercup. - You cannot give them suggestions!
I can't believe you got into a fight with Pete.
You do not suddenly decide that garlic is an extra topping.
Not after five years, not after all we've been through.
We single-handedly helped Pete pay for his new delivery truck...
- and he needed a reminder of that fact. - Very loudly.
- Not that loudly. - Dogs started barking.
Because they heard of the garlic incident. No one likes getting screwed.
Pete's a swindler. He takes advantage of single mothers...
and their innocent children, and for that, he must pay. What?
- He gave us free cheesy bread. - He did?
- I love the cheesy bread. - I know you do.
- It's all hot, too. - Now, doesn't someone feel a little silly?
- Me? - Should we call Pete tonight?
- Okay. After cheesy bread. - Fine. After the cheesy bread.
I'll go get the mail. Go on inside.
I'm gonna go melt some more cheese on the pizza.
Melt away.
Hey!
- Hello there, neighbor! - Hi. I'm sorry, are we neighbors?
Yes, we are. I just moved in across the way.
Yeah. Beenie Morrison's old place.
That's right. Beenie Morrison's old place.
I live in Beenie Morrison's old place. Isn't that great!
Only if Beenie Morrison didn't want to live there anymore.
No. I paid him a very good price. Overpaid, actually.
But it was worth it. I've been dreaming about a place...
like Beenie Morrison's old place for a long time.
And then I found it.
- Sorry. I'm just really excited. - That's okay. It's nice.
- It's a great neighborhood. - Yes, it is.
Everyone's so friendly. Babette. Do you know Babette?
- Everybody knows Babette. - She's a great lady.
- Anyhow, I'm Dwight. - I'm Lorelai.
If you see a teen walking around with a halo and a book, that's my daughter, Rory.
Very nice to meet you, Lorelai.
Nice to meet you, too, Dwight. Welcome to the neighborhood.
If there's anything I can do to help out, let me know.
- Really? - Sure.
That's great. Actually, I have this little favor I'd love to ask.
- Right now? - This week.
I just got this beautiful lawn put in...
really amazing shade of green. And the guy who put it in for me...
he told me that I have to keep each blade of grass...
very moist for the first few days while the roots take...
but I have to go on a business trip for a few days. Last minute.
And believe me, I tried to get out of it, but my boss said:
"Dwight, get off your keister and go make us some money," so I gotta go.
When the word "keister" is being thrown around, what are you gonna do?
Exactly. So I was wondering if, maybe, you could water my lawn.
Only for a few days, you know, a little in the morning...
a little in the late afternoon or evening, depending on your schedule.
It would be a really big favor.
Well...
I guess I could water your lawn. Sure.
Boy. That is something.
If I would have asked somebody back where I used to live...
to water my lawn, I would have gotten a much more "HBO" kind of answer.
I love it here!
- So can you come on over now? - Excuse me?
So I can show you where the on-off nozzle is. It'll only take a second.
- My daughter's waiting inside for me. - We can do it tomorrow before I leave.
- Great. What time are you leaving? - 6:00 a.m.
- Now sounds fine. - That's so terrific.
- Follow me. - Okay.
- You gotta go over here and make a right. - I know where it is.
Welcome to The Oasis!
That's what I named this place. The Oasis, my oasis.
A little slice of heaven right here on earth.
Gosh, I swear I still can't believe I'm here.
- I was in a terrible marriage, you know. - Actually, I didn't.
Horrible. Like a punishment out of Greek mythology.
The woman had five heads, suffering, agony.
- You know I used to be taller? - She shrunk you?
I used to have more hair, too. And higher arches.
But through all the screaming and the name-calling...
the berating and the humiliation, somewhere in the back of my mind...
I knew someday I would have it: my oasis.
That's what got me through. It kept me from sticking my head...
through a plate-glass window every night when I got home.
That's a really nice story, Dwight. It's very inspiring and...
Oh. Hey.
This looks like it does something.
Yeah. This is the on-off spigot.
You just turn it to the right for on...
and the left for off.
- Seems simple. - It's very simple.
- Okay, so twice a day. - Yeah, for a good 15-minute soaking.
- I will soak my best. - I appreciate it.
- Okay, you have a good trip. - I owe you.
- Where have you been? - Get in the house!
I thought you were getting the mail. What are you doing?
Don't look around. Stare straight ahead. No more talking to people ever.
Next up, we have an occasional table...
from a distinguished family-owned company in Vermont, circa 1912.
We shall start the bidding at $250.
Do I hear $250? $250, thank you.
- Lots of garbage at these things. - Always.
You've got to be patient and wait for what you want to appear, then pounce.
True at an auction, true at a singles bar.
- To put it crudely, yes. - Crap.
Crap that makes the previous two items not seem like crap.
Could you keep your crap commentaries to yourself?
$400. We have $400.
$400 going once, going twice, sold to bidder number 65.
- That was a great table. - It was a good table, not great.
We should've gone for it.
- Too expensive and too many scratches. - We could've buffed the scratches.
If you want it bad, it's obvious that the buyer's children...
will be selling it at his probate in the near future.
- You're awful. - And he's old. Now be quiet.
- Lorelai. - Mom. You remember Michel.
- Yes, from the inn. - Hello, Mrs. Gilmore.
Didn't you see me waving at you before? You didn't wave back.
It's dangerous to wave at an auction.
When you waved, you bought a motorcycle and a sidecar.
- I did not. - Circa 1912.
Now, would you drive it or would you sit in the sidecar?
There she is. The cobra.
- Now, Natalie. - The what?
This woman gets her way or she squeezes till you comply.
Like a superhero.
Ignore her. Natalie is just being Natalie.
- My daughter, Lorelai. - Nice to meet you.
Your mother's got such spunk. You must love her.
I think she'd squeeze me to death if I didn't.
- You're embarrassing me. - Hush, Emily. Listen to this.
Our auctioneer calls in sick this morning. They are such flakes.
And what is an auction without an auctioneer?
Just a bunch of nuts with paddles surrounded by mismatched furniture.
Exactly.
But your mother got on the horn with that lazy Charlie...
and she squeezed and squeezed till voilà, he suddenly felt better.
- The cobra. - The cobra.
- Now, stop it. - You're humble. Don't be.
- Nice to meet you. - Same here.
Edna's group wants to give you kudos, too, Emily.
- Make sure to swing by. - I will.
I should make the rounds. Say goodbye before you leave.
- I will, cobra. - Stop it!
Goes with the motorcycle thing, too.
AUCTIONEER: Do I have $250, thank you. Do I have $300?
- Is this our end table? - Moving on to $350.
$350. Do we have $400?
- Let me do the paddle. - No.
I just wanna hold it. It's still yours.
I'm losing my concentration.
- Fine. I'm gonna go get a drink. - Please.
Do we have $500?
- Can I get a merlot, please? - That sounds great. Make it two.
Got just enough for one, and this is the last of the red.
Sorry.
[Lorelai groaning]
- I'll give you $2 for it. - They're free.
Which makes $2 a great offer, and this is an auction, right?
- Yes. - $3.
- What? - I'll give you $3 for it.
- $4. - $5.
- $6. - $6.50.
Losing steam.
- Weighing cost versus benefit. - You gotta think about these things.
- How about this. Can I get an empty glass? - Yes, sir.
[Lorelai sighing]
- You're the Solomon of wine. - Everybody's got to be something.
I got a few things coming up that I'm bidding on.
Great. Bartender and I are the only ones in the building...
who don't get to hold a paddle.
Why don't you put a bid on one of the paddles?
- What would I use to bid on it? - I'm Solomon, not Einstein.
Bye, Solomon.
I had a spare bottle all the time.
Thanks. This was better.
Hi, yes, I was at your auction yesterday. I was wondering if you could help me.
I met a man there, and I would like to contact him...
but I didn't get his name. Could you look it up for me?
He was paddle number 17.
Right. Confidential. Got it.
You know, actually, I misspoke earlier...
because this isn't a complete stranger I'm trying to contact.
He's an old friend from school.
Good question. I don't know his name because I only knew him by his nickname.
Shamu. We called him Shamu.
He was kind of a big guy in high school...
but he's slimmed down quite a bit.
No, see, I don't have time to contact the high school alumni committee...
because time is of the essence.
Shamu and I went to a liquor store after the auction...
and we bought a lottery ticket together, and we tore it...
and I took half, and he took half, and I'll be damned if the thing didn't win!
$14 million!
Really.
But, see, we have to claim it by 4:00 p.m. today or we forfeit.
Yes.
But there's one more thing that I forgot to tell you. See...
my blood type is O-negative and he's O-negative...
and I have a medical condition that...
All right, then. Thank you, anyway. Bye.
- So. - Yes?
You ran into your old friend Shamu?
And you won millions of dollars? And you need a transfusion?
I'm trying to get the name of this guy I met at the auction...
but they won't give it to me.
That's a lot of effort. Must have been cute.
And witty. You don't meet that every day.
- Know who'll have his name? - Who?
Grandma.
She only knows the biddies, not the young ones.
She knows everyone at these things. You know Grandma.
- I cannot ask her for this. - Then kiss Shamu goodbye.
But maybe you could ask her. Come on, ask her. Do me a favor.
You want me to ask Grandma about someone I didn't meet...
at a function I didn't attend?
- I'll share my lottery winnings with you. - Ridiculously transparent.
- $14 million. - You're sharing half with him.
Taxes will take a huge chunk. And you didn't win the lottery.
- Ask her yourself. - You're mean!
Did you call information and ask for paddle 17's listing?
What do you think of the pork? Rory?
- It's good. - I'm not sure. Richard?
- It's fine. - I'm not sure.
- It's really good, Mom. - Yes. Well, I'm not sure.
Pork is bred leaner these days. It has a different taste.
Less fat equals less flavor.
Yet another example of the great advances man has made:
flavorless pork. Hurrah for the opposable thumbs.
Enough talk about pork. Please, someone change the subject.
Mom had a really good time at the auction the other day.
- Did you? - Yes, I did.
I'm glad. Did you see anything you liked?
Yeah, Mom. Anything look good to you there?
Yes, actually, I bought a couple of end tables for the inn.
I was very impressed with the selection this year.
I even wound up purchasing a couple of pieces for myself.
Yes. How nice to have yet another chair you can't sit in.
- It's 100 years old. - Wonderful.
We'll put it next to the 200-year-old footstool you can't put your foot on.
- Richard, please. - I'm only teasing.
It's a great pleasure of my life to be able to surround you...
with a house full of useless objects.
I'm happiest when we're standing in the corner staring at our furniture.
Eat your pork, please.
There was something at the auction that Mom wanted...
- but she didn't get. Isn't that right? - Really? What was that?
It was a steamer trunk for Rory to take with her to military school, wasn't it?
I don't remember a steamer trunk. But I'll check if you like.
That's not necessary, Mom.
Mom, it was a very nice bunch of people you had at that auction.
Yes, very nice.
I was surprised at how many young people were there.
I mean, you know, younger people.
In fact, like, for instance, this guy that I talked to for quite a while.
- He was younger. - What man was that?
I didn't get his name, but he was a nice-looking guy.
He had a gray suit, and he was paddle number 17.
He likes merlot.
- Are you talking about Peyton Sanders? - I don't know. Maybe.
- I'll look it up. - No, Mom. You don't have to...
She's looking it up.
Paddle number 17. Peyton Sanders.
LORELAI: Great. Peyton Sanders.
That's great that it's Peyton Sanders, because that's great.
How well do you know this Peyton Sanders?
Why do you want to know how well I know Peyton Sanders?
I don't want to know. I was just mentioning...
that he was, you know, seemed...
- Young. - Yes, young.
Okay, Mom, Peyton and I kind of hit it off...
and I wondered if you possibly had his number.
Okay, there, I said it. Pass the flavorless pork.
- You're asking me for his number. - If it's not a big deal, yes.
Well.
Richard, Lorelai's asking me for a man's number.
- So I heard. - But if it's a big deal, forget it.
It's not a big deal at all. I don't have his number.
Okay. Never mind.
I can get his number. Would you like that?
It's up to you.
It's not up to me. I didn't ask for his number, you asked for his number.
It's up to you as to whether or not I get his number.
- Okay, Mom. - Would you like me to get his number?
- Yes, if you don't mind. - I don't mind at all.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
I wasn't kidding about that military school.
The clock is right! Hurry, we have time to hit Luke's for breakfast.
- What'd I forget? - Pants.
- Don't do that. Come on, let's go. - I can't.
- You must have breakfast. - The clock is wrong, I'll miss my bus.
- I'll drive you to school. - You will?
Shoot! Dwight's lawn.
- There goes the breakfast sandwich. - No. Let's hurry. We can still do Luke's.
- Let's go! - My shoes.
You don't need shoes. We used to walk 20 miles in the snow...
- just to get to our shoes. - Come on.
Okay, come on. Sprinkle.
There. Drink up, boys. We got a breakfast to get to.
Mom, I think this is for you.
Lorelai? No, it must be someone else.
Don't read that. No good can come from you reading that.
- "Dear Lorelai"... - She's reading it.
"A couple of things that came to mind after we talked."
"Thank you for this very kind favor you're doing me."
"I still can't believe that anyone'd be so kind to someone they just met."
Apparently Dwight's last home was Oz and not as in The Wizard of.
"Second, since you're already coming to take care of my lawn...
"I was hoping you wouldn't mind stopping inside...
"and watering my African violets.
"I have written the directions on a separate piece of paper.
"There's a key in the planter by the door."
"Please go in. Make yourself at home."
"I have food in the fridge, satellite TV and a great collection of board games."
"My oasis is your oasis."
I'm not going in that house.
Rory, do not pick up that key.
- But we have to water the violets. - I didn't agree to violets.
He threw it in after he had rooked me into watering his lawn.
Don't you wanna see what his house looks like?
Absolutely not.
Key, please. Let me just say if we walk in there...
and his dead mother is sitting in a rocking chair, not a bit surprised.
- Oh, yeah, Dwight. - This place is great.
Someone took the whole lounge craze very seriously.
- Oh, my! - He wasn't kidding.
I've never seen this many board games.
He's got Monopoly from every country in the world.
When you finally meet him, remember he owns Twister.
- There's a great visual awaiting you. - Got it.
How come we don't have a tiki bar?
- We are not two wild and crazy guys. - You like Piña Coladas.
- And getting lost in the rain. - I love it here.
It's quite a statement. I'll give him that.
- African violets. - Yeah, right.
Just a sec.
Hello? Hi, Peyton. Thanks for calling me back.
I hope it was a good surprise.
[Whispering] It was a good surprise.
You just flew back on your jet? From Maui? Sounds great.
Yes, I would love to get together with you.
I'm pretty flexible next week. What did you have in mind?
- David Bowie? - What?
I love David Bowie. I would love to go.
Yeah, it is a ways away, but...
No, I think that sounds just crazy enough.
- What sounds crazy enough? - That sounds great, Peyton. It's a plan.
I'll see you then. Okay, bye.
- We're having dinner. - You were talking about David Bowie.
First he asked me to the David Bowie concert.
- You're so lucky. - I know.
Once that was set, he said that a week was a long time to wait.
- He did not. - So we're having dinner tomorrow.
And Bowie next week.
Two dates in one phone call. Talk about not wasting any time.
He sounds very cool, and not because he owns a jet.
Tell him that the way to get to you is through your daughter...
who desperately wants to go to Amsterdam.
I will remember.
- I think this place is lucky. - I think you may be right.
[Soft song playing on alarm clock]
'Course, "creepy" is the other word that comes to mind.
- The red skirt is not working. - Try the blue.
Blue let me down. It's conspiring with the red.
I wish you'd wear the dress we picked out this morning.
You know that morning butt and evening butt are completely different butts.
Whatever butt you've got tonight had better hurry because he'll be here soon.
Rats. Fine, okay, striped skirt, burgundy sweater, that's it.
What do you think?
I can't spend another second deciding what to wear...
so the answer has to be, "you look fantastic."
- You look fantastic. - Pink and black.
- With the flippy skirt. - Grab a necklace.
- Okay, here's my concern. - Voice it.
I only saw this guy once for, like, 10 minutes...
and the lighting was only so-so, and I hadn't eaten anything.
What if I'm remembering him a lot cuter than he was?
- I'm sure you're not. - But what if I am?
You know how these things are. You get bored, you need a diversion...
so you superimpose a really cute guy's face over a really scary-looking guy.
You'll just have to strike up a conversation with him...
and find out what kind of man he is beneath the surface.
On a first date? What will he think of me?
Just order an extra dessert.
- Okay, fine. Well? - I liked the brown.
Come here. You've got some dirt on your forehead.
I'm sorry. It's the sign of the devil. My mistake.
- You look beautiful. - Thank you.
That's him.
- The car sure is pretty. - Come on.
Now, for some reason he turns out to have like a horn on his forehead...
you'll call me in an hour with a high fever.
Deal.
God, I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?
- Because you're crazy. - Yes. Good. Thank you.
Hi.
You're feeling just fine.
- Hey, Peyton. - Am I early?
No, you're on time. I want you to meet my daughter, Rory.
- It's a pleasure, Rory. - Hi.
Don't wait up.
Remember only two or three crackheads at the most.
- They eat the good cereal. - Deal. Have fun.
Nice meeting you, Rory.
- You look wonderful. - So do you, Peyton.
[Knocking on door]
Are you up?
- What time is it? - 10:15.
- Oops. - Yup.
What happened? He was hornless.
No, he had no horns. He also had no personality...
no sense of humor, and no idea how boring he was.
- I'm sorry. - That's okay.
The evening started well until we got to the car...
a Jaguar XJ8 convertible with a 290-horsepower engine...
in case you were wondering. You weren't? Funny. Neither was I.
However, he told me anyhow.
He told me a lot of other things about the car also.
Did you know how many inches the pistons are? I do.
I also know the correct oil to use, how to treat the leather interior...
and how to load it onto a flatbed truck in case of a flat.
Did he talk about anything else but the car?
Not until we got to the restaurant and the wine list.
No! He's a winey?
Yes. He sniffed, swirled, swished...
and did every pretentious and borderline disgusting thing...
you can do with a glass of wine in a public place...
and he did it while describing to me the vintage discrepancies...
and the wood they use for the barrels in Palermo...
and the grape-crop projections for the following year.
And I, in turn, chimed in with my story about getting sick on Andre Cold Duck...
in the back of Peter Cutler's car in ninth grade.
- He didn't find that quite as charming. - I can't believe that.
- That is one of your best anecdotes. - I know. So I stopped talking.
He continued talking, and I sat there, thinking about Peter Cutler.
How was Peter Cutler? Where was Peter Cutler?
Was there any chance that he would appear...
and kill the man sitting across from me, talking about torque?
- Was the food good? - Tiny portions, weird sauces.
- I'm sorry. - That's okay.
You don't know until you try, right?
Anyhow, I am going to go to bed now and dream of Peter Cutler.
- Hopefully, it will be dirty. - What about Bowie?
I'm not sharing Peter Cutler with Bowie.
- Are you still going? - No.
There's no way I could stand this guy for another night.
I'll catch Bowie the next time he does a farewell tour.
- Bummer. - I know.
- Good night, Mom. - Good night, babe.
And tomorrow, I'll fill you in on how many hours...
you have to clock to get your pilot's license.
I cannot wait.
The quilting convention is sitting down to tea.
I'm doing internal cartwheels.
- Any messages? - Your mother called.
The auction people dropped the lamp we bought at her place...
and dropped hers off here.
She's desperate to have it for some soiree at her house this evening.
Swell. I can take it to her when I do my other errands.
I can pick up Rory, too. This is cool.
- Yes, it was a personal purchase. - I want it. What is it?
- An 18th-century bleeding bowl. - A bleeding bowl?
When doctors bled patients, the blood had to go somewhere, no?
Okay, return lamp, pick up Rory, boil right hand.
[Doorbell ringing]
- Mom, I think this is yours. - Yes, it is.
- And I believe this is yours. - Yes, it is.
That auction house is usually so good with deliveries.
I'm surprised at the mix-up.
Gilmore and Gilmore. There's kind of a connection there.
Yes, I suppose there is.
I have to pick up Rory in a while, so we'll see you Friday.
Wanna sit down, have some coffee?
I don't want to leave her standing there.
Rory doesn't get out for another half an hour. You've got a little time.
- I guess I can stay a minute. - Wonderful.
I'll get you a stopwatch so you can keep exact time.
That won't be necessary, Mom.
- So, how is everything? - Everything's fine.
- How's everything with Rory? - Everything with Rory's fine.
- How's everything at the inn? - Everything at the inn is fine.
- And how was your date? - My what?
- Your date with Peyton. - My date was, shockingly enough, fine.
- How did you know? - His mother told me.
- You know his mother? - A little.
- Good. - Tell me, what did you do?
- When? - On your date.
- We just went to dinner, that's all. - I heard you went driving afterward.
Sure, we drove in the direction of my house.
- You could call that driving around. - I heard he had a lovely time.
Did he? That's nice. I'm glad. I should really get going, Mom.
You have a little more time. I want to hear about your date.
It was just a date, nothing special...
two people eating and talking, one talking more than the other.
- Has he called you since? - No, but...
It was only last night. There's time.
- I just think this is so exciting! - I wouldn't get too excited if I were you.
- Why not? - We didn't really hit it off that well.
- What? - No one's fault.
- He's just not my type. - What do you mean?
We don't have the same interests and didn't find a lot to talk about.
- Basically the date was kind of a dud. - That's too bad.
Yeah.
- Try a little harder on the next date. - Excuse me?
Aren't you going to a concert together next week?
That Peyton's a real Mama's boy, isn't he?
Because he shares his life with his mother doesn't make him a Mama's boy.
- I'm not gonna go to the concert. - Thought you had a plan.
We did, before we went out and realized we can't spend time together.
- You're not gonna cancel on him? - Believe me, he won't be surprised.
- He didn't have that great a time, either. - You have to go to the concert.
You made a commitment. You have to honor it.
Mom, this is my business, okay?
- This is so like you! - What is so like me?
You spend five seconds with a person, they say one wrong thing...
you turn on them, and never give them a second chance.
You're extremely judgmental, Lorelai.
I'm not judgmental of the pot calling the kettle black.
I was with a man who talked about nothing but himself, his place, his car.
- He's proud of his accomplishments. - He didn't end world hunger.
He made the grueling decision to spring for the bigger tires.
- I have to go. - We're not finished discussing this.
There's nothing to discuss. Rory's waiting. I'll see you Friday.
- I got you a present. - What?
In my purse.
- "Cardio Salsa." - They play the Miami Sound Machine...
and you dance around, you get a great workout.
- Why'd you buy me this? - Because I'll feel stupid doing it alone.
- Too bad. - Come on!
- No way. - Salsa with me.
Pretend I'm Antonio Banderas.
If you were standing behind Antonio Banderas...
I couldn't pretend that you are him.
Don't you want me to live a long and healthy life?
Not if I have to do cardio salsa. Nice knowing you, señora. Adios.
- I would salsa for you. - Luckily, you'll never have to.
Hello?
Dwight. Hi. It's nice to hear from you, too.
How did you get my cell phone number?
Yeah, got to love that Babette. The lawn's fine.
Okay.
Sure, Dwight. You have a safe trip.
Yeah. Bye.
It seems that Dwight has been checking the weather reports...
and Stars Hollow is gonna be extra-sunny for the next few days.
So he told me instead of watering the lawn twice for 15 minutes...
we could water it three times a day for 10 minutes.
- He should get a dog. - Only the dog shouldn't mind...
using the bathroom at the gas station 'cause that lawn is definitely off limits.
I have to get back to the inn. Could you water for me?
It was your idea.
I can't. I have a china shipment coming in.
Do it tonight.
It needs it now, and if we let that lawn
die, he'll vibe us for the rest of our lives.
Not me. I'm off to college next year.
- You'll be home for holidays. - Not now.
You'd stay away from me on holidays because of Dwight?
Nobody wants vibing on the holidays.
I'll be seriously late if I have to go all the way home.
- Fine. - Thanks. You're my favorite daughter.
- You say that to all your daughters. - I do. But I only mean it with you.
- Bye. - Bye. Dwight, please!
You're on a business trip. Get a hooker. Hello.
Lorelai. Good. I'm glad I got you.
I just wanted you to know that I'm playing golf...
with Peyton's father, Brennon, on Sunday.
Okay.
Wear sunscreen.
I will call you afterward and we can evaluate how to proceed.
What are you talking about?
Not sure how much damage is done, so I need time with the man to assess...
whether a simple apology will work.
- Apology from who? - From you.
- For what? - For the way you treated Peyton.
- Are you serious? - Of course I'm serious.
- Dad, this is none of your business. - It certainly is my business.
No, who I do or do not date is absolutely none of your business.
Peyton's mother is in the DAR with your mother.
I know that.
She's also on the opera committee...
the hospital board and the horticultural society with your mom.
I get it. They hang. What's the point?
This woman is a very important person in our social circle.
She may have taken what you did the wrong way...
which could affect her relationship with your mother.
All I did was not go on a second date with her fully grown son.
There's no way she's gonna be mad at Mom for that.
Lorelai, you obviously do not understand...
the way things work in your mother's world.
There is a certain protocol that must be followed...
social rules that dictate proper behavior...
and these rules must be very strictly adhered to.
Dad, I'm not going out with Peyton again. Period.
Lorelai, let me tell you a little story.
Now, two years ago, Sally Wallington's check for the winter formal bounced.
So?
It took her two weeks to replace the check.
So?
When Sally attended the next DAR meeting...
she was served the last cup of tea.
- So? - Before this unfortunate incident...
Sally Wallington always received the first cup of tea.
When she was suddenly demoted...
your mother moved up to the prime tea spot...
and she's held that spot ever since.
Now, she's very proud of that spot...
and now she's afraid this little incident may jeopardize it.
Dad, I explained this to Mom, and I'll explain it to you.
I'm not 16. I don't live with you anymore.
I've made my own decisions, romantic and otherwise, for a long time.
You can play all the golf you want...
but the subject better be letting chicks into the club...
because my love life is officially off-limits.
- Didn't you hear what I said? - About the tea.
Yes, I heard it, and I'm sorry, but it sounds insane.
Of course it sounds insane! It is insane!
- That is not the point! - Okay, what's the point?
Your mother is upset, and I don't want her to be upset.
You may not understand her world...
I may not understand her world, but it is her world...
and in her world it is very important that she have the first cup of tea.
And I don't care about your independence...
or what you told your mother or anything else you say.
If my wife wants the first cup of tea, she's going to have the first cup of tea!
That's it!
Now, I will call you after I play golf.
[Soft song playing on alarm clock]
[Phone ringing]
[On answering machine] It's Dwight. Leave a message. Namaste.
Dwight? Hi, it's Doris. Doris, your wife! Remember me?
The woman who was asleep in bed...
when you snuck out the window like a spineless worm!
How dare you sneak out, you sniveling pond-scum sample!
I should call Erin Brockovich to bring a lawsuit...
against your parents, you steaming lump of toxic waste!
You really thought you could get away from me?
I would've found you sooner if I'd bothered to look...
but now I have. I've found you.
And alll can say is this: I want my boardgames back!
I want them back and I want them back now!
I'll hunt you to the ends of the earth until I get them back...
especially the Trivial Pursuit!
[Groaning]
Gross!
Dean, please have your pager with you. Please, come on.
Dean! Come on!
Damn you and your Unabomber tendencies!
Man!
- Slow down! - Get out of my way!
I like the new look. It's very Blue Crush.
Hilarious.
- What's the matter? - Nothing.
You're walking pretty fast for nothing.
Our president said "exercise," and I am patriotic.
- And completely soaked. - Where is everyone?
- Who are you looking for? - No one!
Rory, stop. What's the matter? Other than you're obviously out of towels?
This guy moved in across the way, and we said we'd water his lawn.
It can only be watered in 10-minute increments.
Otherwise the lawn drowns, and the thing is stuck.
And it won't turn off and I have to find someone.
Luke or Taylor or... Where are you going?
You don't have to do this! I didn't ask you to do this!
I can just find someone else to do it!
- You made it look so easy. - It was loose.
You just had to press down and give it a good twist.
- Thank you. - You're welcome.
- So, things are good? - Yeah. Really good.
- School? - Good.
- Still gonna do the Harvard thing? - Yeah.
Good.
Yeah. Good.
So...
[Pager beeping]
- My pager. - I figured.
- Who is it? - It's Dean.
I paged him earlier to come over and help me...
- and he just got the message, so he's... - Coming over to help.
Yeah.
Okay.
[Doorbell ringing]
- Hi, Mom. - Hello, Lorelai.
- Hi, Grandma. - Hello, Rory.
- That's a pretty sweater. - Thank you.
I do love you in blue. You should wear blue more often.
- Buy her more blue, Lorelai. - I'll get right on it.
- I brought you something, Mom. - Really?
- Soda, Rory? - Yes, please.
These are pictures from Sookie's wedding.
There's a great one of you and Dad dancing.
- I put them in an album. - That's very nice. Thank you.
- You want to see? - I'm making drinks, Lorelai.
- Right. Later it is. - Here you go.
- Here. - Guess I'm having wine.
- You didn't want wine? - Wine's fine.
- I'll get you something else. - I'm good with wine.
I can make you a martini. Would you like a martini?
You usually ask me what I want. Tonight you didn't ask what I wanted...
so I didn't have a chance to tell you how much I'd love wine.
I bought cheese to have before dinner.
- Great. We love cheese. - It goes great with wine.
I will be right back.
Boy, it's cold in here.
- It's a lot colder where you're sitting. - She's mad at me.
- Think she's gonna be mad at me all night? - Yep.
I should go in there and talk to her.
- You wouldn't want to talk to her for me? - Nope.
Good thing you don't get paid by the word.
The sooner you get in there, the sooner you get cheese.
- Need some help? - No, I'm fine, thank you.
- Mom, I just wanted to say I'm sorry. - Sorry for what?
Sorry about the whole Peyton thing.
When I asked you for his number, I didn't think...
- Think about what? - About what would happen...
if things didn't work out with us. I mean, I know his mom is your friend...
and I shouldn't have gotten mixed up in this thing...
if I wasn't prepared to remember that what I do will affect you.
And to me, it's just a Bowie concert, but to you, it's not.
I was a little thoughtless, and I'm sorry.
But you have to understand that I was not lying...
when I said we had a bad time.
We had a really, really bad time.
I swear, it was one of the worst times I've ever had, it was awful.
Do you remember skiing with the Danners and their Dobermans?
God, yes.
This was worse.
And not just for me. It was pretty bad for him, too.
It wasn't like he was in love and I was miserable.
We were both in pain. Deep pain.
Marathon Man kind of pain.
But despite all this horrible pain that we were both in...
and would be in again if we had to spend one more second together...
if you really want me to, I will go to the Bowie concert with him.
Your saying that means a lot.
Thank you, Lorelai.
Borrow Rory's sweater when you go.
[Singing] Ground Control to Major Tom