You don't? Well, when are you gonna get it in?
Fine.
Two boxes of annulets, red silicone, bronze boat nails...
a band saw, a wood rasp, and a jack plane.
Yeah, I'll hold. Hey.
Apparently, now we've been married for 40 years.
Sorry. This stupid boat supply place does everything but actually supply anything.
Catalogs! I love catalogs.
It's boating parts. Yes, I'm here.
None of them. Man, you must have a lot of room in that place of yours.
Yeah, sure, back order it. What the hell.
Look at these boots.
Let's try 20 C-clamps, five inches or larger.
A box of 1/4-inch teak bungs, marine caulk.
And the boots. Get the boots.
Yeah, go check. I'll hold.
What are you babbling about?
- I want these boots. - Those are work boots.
They're yellow and cute. I'll look like the Morton Salt Girl.
How the hell did you find something to buy in my boat-supply catalog?
- Size nine, please. - Yes, I'm here.
None of them. At least you're consistent.
Okay, back order all of them.
Yes, the C-clamps, the teak bungs, the marine caulk...
and one pair of fisherman's boots, size nine.
Of course, those you have. Okay, send them right along.
- They'll be here Tuesday. - You didn't have to do that.
Is it okay if I come over tonight and work on the boat a little?
With what?
Sheer masculinity and some imaginary sandpaper?
I have plenty to do until the back-order stuff gets here.
All right. I thought you were gonna spend the evening trying to figure out...
how to fling yourself down the stairs just hard enough...
that you won't have to go to my parents' thing tomorrow...
but not so hard you actually die.
No, I thought, instead, that I'd try to find a wild boar to maul me...
just enough that I'll need medical attention...
so I won't be able to go to your parents' thing tomorrow...
but after some stitches and a transfusion, I'll still be able to make you coffee.
Much better plan.
I started to run the rigging. I just wanted to get a little further on it.
That's fine. Rory's spending the night. We're having a Cop Rock marathon.
- Okay, here's your doughnuts. - Thank you.
- And your coffee. - Thank you.
And my final plea to not make me go to this thing tomorrow.
You do not have to go.
Fine. I'll go.
I love it when I break you with just the sheer anticipation of a wear-down.
Hold on. Did you say Cop Rock marathon?
Yeah, I got them all on tape.
- Trying to figure out what you see in me? - Yep.
Wait till you see me in the boots.
LORELAI: Okay, I know I'm the one who said I craved mashed potatoes...
but, oh, my God, are they a lot of work.
It's instant mashed potatoes. Key word: instant.
No, not instant. I have to mix water and butter into it...
not to mention the adding of salt and pepper.
Okay, The Best of Super Furry Animals complete.
Plus, I have to rip the package open, dump it into a bowl...
and, oh, my God, are they serious?
I have to stir the mixture to combine. What is this, the gulag?
- Do you want The Arcade Fire? - I don't know. Do I?
- Yes. - Then yes.
So, basically, once I finish with all this manual labor...
I still have to clean the bowl.
- And the spoon. - What do I use the spoon for?
Stir to combine.
Right. What do I use the spoon for?
My mistake. Carry on.
Let's cut to the chase.
How badly do you want these mashed potatoes?
You wanted the mashed potatoes.
'Cause with Tater Tots, I can just rip and dump.
Then stick with your strengths.
Re-mastered Brian Eno coming up next.
[Knocking on door]
LORELAI: Who is it? LUKE: It's me.
- Me who? - Rory, can you just open the door?
- Do you have an extension cord I can use? - I'll go look.
Hi, come on in.
No, that's all right. I don't wanna disturb you guys.
You're not disturbing us.
- I'm dirty. - So is the house.
And if I come in there...
I'll see what you guys are planning on eating and I'll want to kill myself.
It just so happens...
I am making a garden spring salad with three bitter lettuces...
and a breaded French country chicken.
- Really? You are? - No.
- So, how's the boat coming? - Slow.
You should've built a motorboat.
- Extension cord. - Thank you.
I'll let you get back to taking five years off your life.
They were the five where I would've been wearing fuchsia lipstick...
way beyond my lip line, so I wouldn't want them anyhow.
- See you tomorrow. - 10:30 sharp.
Okay. That's it. First course ready?
- Ready. - Let's Cop Rock.
[Phone ringing]
Hello.
EMILY: I picked up my dress from the dressmaker, and it's a disaster.
- What? - I got it home, and it's falling apart.
- I need you to fix it. - But...
- I'm coming over. - No, Mom, I...
Yes, I need you to fix this.
What about the woman who made it? Make her fix it.
When a woman gives birth to a crack baby, you do not buy her a puppy.
What does that mean?
I want this dress to be perfect for tomorrow, Lorelai.
Yes, Mom. But...
It's the most important day of my life, Lorelai.
It's not even the most important day of your marriage.
I'll be there in half an hour, Lorelai.
No! Hello? Mom? But...
- She's coming over. - Why?
Because she won't buy her seamstress a puppy.
- Oh, sure. - Something about her dress.
- Crap! What are we gonna do? - I don't know.
We can't eat all this before she gets here.
- Most of it. - Sure, most of it.
But not the Tater Tots or the pizza tower.
We'll have to do the evening in two parts.
We'll watch one Cop Rock, eat this stuff here...
she'll come over, I'll get her out of here as fast as I can...
then we'll continue with our evening.
Maybe we should put it off.
She comes, I fix. She goes, we Rock.
Now eat.
[Luke gasps in surprise]
Hi, Emily. I didn't see you...
standing there.
I'm just working on my boat.
- You're building a boat? - Yes.
- Does it float? - Not yet.
Aren't boats supposed to?
Eventually, yes.
- At least you have a hobby. - Yeah. Thank God for that.
Idle hands and whatnot.
It will float eventually.
I'm sure it will.
Just have to do a little more...
I should get inside.
- It was nice seeing you again. - Yes.
- Congratulations. - For what?
Your thing tomorrow. Renewing your vows.
You congratulate the groom. You offer the bride best wishes.
Best wishes.
Why, thank you, Luke. How sweet of you to say.
I'll see you tomorrow.
Hey, I'm looking forward to it.
[Knocking on door]
Mom, great, come on in.
- Okay, so is that the dress? - Yes.
Okay, let me take a look here.
RORY: Hi, Grandma. Big day tomorrow, huh?
That wasn't your dinner, was it?
No, that was just the appetizer.
- That's a relief. - Mom, I don't see anything wrong.
- Lorelai, are you blind? Look. - Where?
Right there.
That bead and that bead and that bead, all loose.
Okay, I see it now.
I don't know how I missed it.
This is gonna take no time at all. Five minutes, tops.
- Don't rush it. - No, no. No rush. It's an easy job.
Three and a half minutes and you're on your way.
You don't even need to sit down...
because by the time you do, this'll be done.
In fact, you should've left the car running,
'cause that's how quick this is gonna be.
How you holding up, Grandma?
- I'm a wreck, actually. - Why?
EMILY: Well... LORELAI: Two minutes and we're done!
I still can't decide exactly what to do with my hair...
and I have absolutely zero faith...
that my wedding planner's gonna be able to pull this off.
Thirty seconds. Someone clock me. What are you doing?
- Do you have anything to drink? - No, why are you taking off your coat?
Some wine, or some chilled vodka, perhaps?
Yeah, but you might wanna hold off on having a drink, Mom.
'Cause you're gonna be driving in two shakes of a Iamb's tail.
I could use a little something.
Calm my nerves about this wedding planner I hired.
I'm sure everything's gonna be fine.
I don't see how it can be. Everything is so last-minute.
- And I didn't even get a decent rehearsal. - Mom, I promise you...
I have successfully walked in a straight line at least once before.
I can get you the cop's name if you wanna talk to him.
It's too late to do anything about it now.
No, Mom. I'm almost there. I am done.
- Stop her from getting a drink. - How?
Show her Nick Nolte's mug shot. Hello?
Lorelai, how are you?
I'm fine, Dad. How are you?
Don't you worry about me. I'm in good hands.
- Isn't that right, boys? - Right.
Jeez, Dad, hanging out at the bathhouse again?
I'm at my bachelor party, Lorelai.
And I just thought I'd call and see how your little gathering was going.
- My... - I want you to have a wonderful time...
and go as crazy as you think is necessary.
But make sure your mother doesn't mix her alcohol.
Sometimes, when she has a little bit too much vodka...
she forgets and she goes on to gin.
I need her sober and looking beautiful for tomorrow.
Otherwise, you don't have to go through with it.
[Laughter]
So, Dad, Mom told you we were having a party?
She told me she was heading over to your house this evening...
to spend a little time with the girls, so I put it all together.
I'm a very brilliant man, Lorelai.
Anyhow, I won't keep you any longer.
Just return your mother in one piece, sans tattoos, please.
Okay, will do.
Have a scandalous time. I'll see you girls tomorrow.
Okay, so here's a fun twist for your viewing pleasure.
My father thinks my mother is here for her bachelorette party.
- What? Why does he think that? - I think she told him that.
Were we supposed to throw her a bachelorette party?
I don't know. You're the maid of honor.
Aren't you supposed to plan these things?
I didn't think you had a bachelorette party...
when you hadn't been a bachelorette for 40 years.
Oh, my God. She's gonna hold this against me for the rest of my life.
So what do we do?
[Lorelai sighs deeply]
[Indistinct chatter]
Davey had just fallen asleep.
I know. I'm sorry. Thank you for coming
over here at the last minute. And is that...
- Pot stickers. - I love you.
Hi, Sookie.
- Go on in the living room. - Okay.
- The other living room. - Okay.
You're gonna have to open your eyes now.
Okay.
Hey, Lorelai.
Hey, Gypsy. Thanks for coming on such short notice.
I'm always up for a good party.
Emily's in the living room with the others.
Great. Who's Emily?
- Follow me, I'll point her out. - Okey-dokey.
Look, everyone, it's Gypsy!
Gypsy! Gypsy's here. Everyone, Gypsy's here.
Gypsy, that's Emily.
Come on, Gypsy. Come over here and sit by me.
Okay.
I have to say, Lorelai, I am loving this drink.
- Have you ever had one of these, Gypsy? - I don't know.
It's called a rum and coke.
You may look highbrow, Emily, but underneath, you're just a broad.
- Did you hear that, Gypsy? I'm a broad. - Yeah, I always suspected.
- How's it going? - Great.
What are we doing here?
I tried to explain it to her, but it is not working.
We are throwing my grandmother a bachelorette party.
- But she's married. - Yeah, but they're doing it again.
- But why? - Because...
they want to tell each other that they love each other all over again.
But why?
- Because they do. - But why?
- Because it's fun. - But why?
Because...
You lasted one more "but why" than I did.
So, Emily, tell us about this party of yours tomorrow.
It's going to be fabulous, isn't it, Lorelai?
Ab fab, sweetie darling.
Isn't she hilarious?
I never have any idea what she's talking about...
but she's so entertaining, like a chimp.
Isn't she like a chimp, Gypsy?
Please make your mother stop talking to me.
- If only I had that power. - The party's going to be very, very big...
flowers everywhere, and my dress is incredible.
The woman who made it is a genius.
SOOKIE: Where's it gonna be? EMILY: The Windsor Club.
Fancy!
- Well, that ain't no toilet bowl. - No, it certainly is not.
It's the perfect place to have my perfect wedding.
And what I had to go through to get it, let me tell you...
Lorelai, the cup's empty.
It was booked up two years in advance...
and the Sheldrakes had the Rose Room.
EMILY: They were having a retirement party or something ridiculous like that...
and they simply refused to let us have the room.
They were stubborn and selfish...
and now after all the strings I pulled...
they are across town at the Bluestone Club...
with their piped-in music and their pornographic fountains.
[All laughing]
You go, Miss Gotti!
I must say, this is the best bachelorette party I ever had.
I feel like we should play games or something...
or have naughty gifts like edible underwear...
or dirty-shaped pasta.
Too bad we don't... Wait just a second.
Where's she going? Gypsy, where's she going?
- What are you doing? - No way.
- Where did you get that? - You gave it to me.
- Oh, yeah. - Mom, for you on your special night.
What is this?
Oh, my God!
[All laughing] Oh, my God!
What are they laughing at?
Have a Tater Tot, Kim.
My mother is fast asleep in my bed clutching my Hello Kitty pillow...
and yes, I have pictures.
I cannot believe how much rum Grandma drank tonight.
How much rum she drank?
That's Grandma's bag. What are you doing?
I have no idea. I am drunk.
Hey. Come back here with that.
[Soft snoring]
What are you doing?
There is no way I'm sitting next to Missy Hollerman.
Stop that. That's Grandma's seating chart.
I know. I'm just fine-tuning it.
The Ramseys' divorce must be legal by now.
Time for a little reunion.
You're evil, and I'm going to tell.
If you do, then I'm gonna tell cousin Drew...
a.k.a. The Power Spitter, that you like him.
You're mean.
Man, I must say one thing for my parents: they certainly command a good turnout.
Do you think the Sheldrakes will be unhappy at the Bluestone Club?
I have no idea.
However, I do know that Dinky Shaw is going to be sitting...
next to her ex-husband's daughter from his second marriage.
This is the daughter whose conception caused the second marriage...
and everybody should bring an extra roll of film.
Seems mean, getting them kicked out like that. Seems mean.
- Seems Gilmore. - Mom.
Rory, this is how it works in my parents' world.
Trust me, the Sheldrakes are busy...
screwing someone at the Bluestone out of something as we speak.
If you say so.
These people live in a universe where they feel entitled...
to get what they want when they want it...
and they don't care who's in their way. I hate that world.
Vapid, selfish.
It's like that life and death brigade you wrote about.
- What do you mean? - Like a bunch of selfish rich kids...
the children of entitlement, blowing off school...
drinking for days, spending thousands...
on a stupid and potentially dangerous stunt...
knowing full well that they're not gonna get in trouble...
'cause Daddy is important. They're all the same.
They're not all the same. You don't even know them.
And that's not what I wrote. I didn't say those things about them.
You're just reading whatever you want to into it.
Okay, sorry.
Just because you have money, that doesn't automatically make you a jerk.
I know. I didn't mean it like that.
[Sighing] So, new subject?
Yeah, new subject.
I wonder if my mother would notice...
if she and Dad were suddenly at different tables.
Okay.
LORELAI: Have you seen my sparkly Venom lip gloss?
RORY: Yes, I have. It's at school.
As long as it's safe.
RORY: What time is it? LORELAI: 10:35.
Rats.
[Knocking on door]
- Rory, can you get that? - I'm not dressed yet.
- You're not? It's 10:35. - So?
Finally that childish punctuality of yours has worn off.
- Stop. - My baby's a woman.
LUKE: Hello?
LORELAI: Luke? LUKE: Yeah.
The front door was open.
LORELAI: We'll be right there. RORY: Hi, Luke.
Hey, Rory.
You know, your front door was open. It wasn't like that all night, was it?
- You look nice. - You're not dressed.
No, getting dressed there.
I didn't know you could get dressed there.
- Rory, let's motor! - I would've gotten dressed there.
Okay. I'm ready. You look nice.
I didn't know you could get dressed there.
Don't worry about it.
You didn't mention there was a place to get dressed there.
We're late. Let's go!
Wait, aren't you gonna lock up?
LORELAI: Babette, lock up when you leave.
You got it, honey.
You look nice.
LORELAI: Please let them not be here yet. RORY: They'll be here.
- You tell them you were running late. - You were running late, too.
- My pants are all wrinkled from the ride. - Can you see them?
RORY: No. LUKE: I look like I slept in them.
Stop being such a nancy-boy about the pants.
You think Hemingway ever gave a crap what his pants looked like?
Hemingway blew his brains out, also.
How much of a role model do you want me to make this guy?
EMILY: There they are. RICHARD: Hello, girls.
Apparently, they're going to change here also.
- Sorry, Rory had a little emergency. - So did Mom.
- I hope everything's all right. - Yes, just fine.
- How is everything going? - Utter disaster.
That moronic wedding planner finally fulfilled her potential.
I get here and I go through my seating chart, and it's a mess.
It looked like a drunken psychopath took a stab at it.
I had to redo the entire thing.
It took me two hours and years off my life.
- Maybe she just got confused. - She did get confused.
Confused about what her profession should be.
Anyway, I fired her. That should help clarify things for her.
Third ring of hell, party of one.
Mom, how could you fire her now? Who's gonna run the wedding?
Luckily, Marilyn came into town early for the ceremony...
and she offered to help out.
You know that Marilyn was a very intimate friend of Cecil Beaton.
He named an end table after her.
And on top of all that, even though we managed...
to get the Sheldrakes out of the Rose Room...
the women's club that owns this place...
has their still-life painting class at 4:00 today in the salon...
- and they refuse to give it up. - Are you using the salon?
Of course we're not using the salon.
What on earth would we use the salon for?
- Luke, you're here. - Yeah, have been, actually.
Richard, did you see Luke?
No. Why, Luke, there you are.
Hi, Mr. Gilmore. Best...
- Nice suit. - Thank you, Luke.
I can have my tailor steam out those trousers for you.
Richard, that's not what he's wearing to the ceremony.
I'm sure he's going to change.
All right, girls, let's go get settled.
- Are you okay to hang here for a while? - Sure. I'm fine. You go.
Emily!
Your florist is here, and everything looks fabulous.
- Really? - No, but it will.
Lorelai, you look divine.
And, Rory, that skin.
Gorgeous. I can't find the words.
And who is this?
Marilyn, this is Luke. Luke, this is my cousin, Marilyn.
- Nice to meet you. - You, too.
Is he a gardener?
No. He owns a diner.
I've always wanted to have an affair with a gardener.
Apparently, that's very "in" now.
Marilyn, we're going to the bridal room now.
And I have gardenias to deal with.
I'll see you in a little while.
I'll be the handsome one holding the ring.
My favorite kind of man.
[Richard hisses]
Lorelai. I need you to do something.
- Spy voice. Cool. - Focus, please.
I am a camera.
I want to give your mother a present...
but I don't know what her dress looks like.
So, I need you to take these...
wait till she's not looking...
hold them up to the dress, pick the one that looks best...
bring it back to me, and I will give it to her.
- Got it? - Got it.
Go.
Which one do you want?
That one. The other for my birthday.
Look at that. It's so fancy.
Your grandfather has perfect taste in necklaces and earrings.
It's very important to find a man who can pick out your jewelry.
Or steal it.
- Where are you going? - To give Dad back the necklaces.
- Hang your dress up first. - I'm gonna go change.
Great. Come back as Thora Birch.
Lord, look at that.
Pierre has his work cut out for him today.
Stop it, Mom. You look gorgeous.
Lorelai, why am I doing this?
Yes. It is pretty, isn't it?
It's pretty freaking awesome is what it is.
Oh, my God, I'm so nervous. I haven't eaten a thing all day.
Do you want me to whip up a little pasta for you, Mom?
Stop that. Maybe I should take a Seconal.
Excellent idea, Judy. All right, my dress is hung.
Make sure you hurry back. Lizette will be here to do your hair any minute.
- My hair's already done. - Don't worry. She can fix it.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. I'm just so nervous, I can't think.
Why are you nervous?
- I'm getting married. - For the second time.
Mom, it's a pretend wedding. J-Lo has them all the time.
It certainly feels like a real wedding.
After all, we've been separated for months.
I'd almost forgotten what it was like to have a man around the house.
God, I missed him.
It's a wonderful thing to have a husband, a partner...
someone who's always there.
Lorelai, don't you think you'll ever want to be married?
Actually, I do.
Well, that's nice.
Best man in the house.
Oh, my goodness, Rory. You absolutely look adorable.
Aren't you the Culture Queer Eye guy?
Ignore her. You look dashing.
- Yeah. Now go buy me some earrings. - I like it.
It's not fair that she gets to dress like that.
Your dress is beautiful.
But she gets to wear, like, a costume.
Can't I dress like your maid?
It'll be whimsical, and I can wear flats.
Go get the necklaces back to your father.
You so like her better.
[Ceremonial chamber music plays]
So, tell me, Luke, have you ever considered being a gardener?
I'm not much good at growing things.
[Laughing]
Luke, that's the least important part of being a gardener.
Will you all be seated, please?
I have known Emily and Richard Gilmore for 20 years now.
I know them to be two of the most formidable opponents...
the world has ever seen.
They complement each other.
They defend each other.
They were made for each other.
And today, in front of friends and family...
Richard and Emily have chosen, once again...
to say to each other, "I choose you."
How many of us in a lifetime get chosen even once...
for something we really want?
Richard and Emily, will you please face each other?
Please repeat after me:
- I, Richard Gilmore... - I, Richard Gilmore...
And over here, we have the Romanov table.
Wow. Look at those flower arrangements.
This thing must have cost a fortune. They're real orchids.
- A little gayer, please. - I'm just saying.
Wasn't the ceremony perfect?
The candles and that judge...
I should've married him.
I was such a snob. Wouldn't have a civil servant.
You're saving a dance for me.
God, there's dancing?
Yeah, they were doing the one from Pulp Fiction.
Do you want to be Uma or should I?
- I'll meet you guys at our table later. - Table 5, hon.
Man, I've already seen 10 people I hate...
Twenty people I know, but whose names I can't remember...
and 40 people I don't know, but who'll expect me to know them anyhow.
A bar. Thank God.
I need you to run major introduction interference for me.
What?
You have the advantage. No one knows you here.
You can't insult them by forgetting their names.
- Vodka tonic. - And a beer.
When someone comes up, I'll take a drink.
My mouth will be full. I can't talk. How would that look, right?
Then you jump in, offer your hand, "Hi, Luke Danes. And you are..."
"I'm Mr. Vlockenfeffer." By then, I will have swallowed.
"Hi, Mr. Vlockenfeffer. I'm Lorelai. Remember me?"
"The bane of your mother's existence?"
"Exactly. Nice to see you again."
"Nice to see you again. And nice to meet you, Luke."
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Vlockenfeffer."
"You kids have a lovely evening."
"No, you have a lovely evening. Our love to Mrs. Vlockenfeffer."
- Look. - What?
My aunt Totsie. Lovely woman.
She hugs you, you'll smell like her for a month.
- Keep these coming. - Thanks.
WOMAN: I never quite understood how that works.
MAN: Actually, it's not that difficult at all. WOMAN: Really?
MAN: You just start with the siblings and count down even generations.
The children of siblings are first cousins...
the grandchildren of siblings are second cousins, and so on.
That makes you and Cici third cousins...
because Memaw and your great-great-aunt Mary were sisters, see?
Now, if the generations aren't even, that's where you indicate with "removed."
For example, you're Trip's second cousin.
But Trip's daughter is your second cousin once removed.
So if Cici ever has grandchildren...
they will be your third cousins twice removed...
whereas they will be my second cousins thrice removed...
and my great-grandchildren's fifth cousins. You see, it's...
I'm Bruce McAlister and this is my wife, Susan.
LUKE: It's very nice to meet you, Bruce and Susan.
Hi, Bruce. Remember me, Lorelai?
- Yes, it's nice to see you again. - We should find our table.
- We'll talk to you later? - Okay.
- Bye, Bruce. - Bye, Susan.
BRUCE: Come on, hon, let's go.
That's what I'm talking about.
LORELAI: Marilyn's getting Totsied.
How are you doing? You having a good time?
It's okay.
[Chuckling] Good. I have to tell you something.
- You okay? - Yeah.
Christopher's here.
- I guess he knows your parents, so... - Yeah, but...
So, Christopher's father died a couple weeks ago...
and he took it pretty hard.
He had a terrible relationship with the man, and...
I went over there one night.
The night before the re-enactment.
I brought tequila, and we talked and drank...
just two old friends hanging out, that's all.
- You went over there? - To comfort him.
I know I should've told you about it.
I just didn't, because I didn't want you to read anything into it...
or think anything weird.
I'm only telling you now because he's here and it might come up...
and I don't want you to feel shanghaied.
Yeah, that would be bad.
I'm sorry, Luke. Nothing happened. Please believe me.
- Hey, Lore. - Hi, Chris. You know Luke?
No, not really. I'm Christopher.
- Yeah, I've heard a lot about you. - You, too.
- The coffee is legendary. - Luke and I are dating.
That's great.
Have been for, what, four months now?
Man, time. It flies when you're having fun, huh? Big fun.
Nothing sexual intended, although...
Sorry about your dad.
Yeah, thanks.
I told him about your dad and the tequila.
Yeah, it was rough.
Lorelai helped me a lot, just being there.
She's a very considerate person.
Who likes my dress, 'cause...
man, you should've seen the one my mother wanted me to wear.
- You're cutting off my circulation. - I'm sorry.
So, where's that kid of ours?
EMCEE: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to present to you...
for the first time this century...
Mr. and Mrs. Richard Gilmore.
[Applause]
We should take our seats now. See you later, Chris.
- We'll have a drink. - That'd be great.
- Something wrong? - The coffee sucks.
Thank you.
On behalf of myself and my second wife, Emily...
I would like to thank you all for coming here to help us celebrate.
You are good friends and we are very, very lucky.
Now, in planning our traditional first dance...
I gave a lot of thought to the song...
that would represent the next phase in our marriage.
The best phase in our marriage, I believe.
I went over all the greats, Bennett, Sinatra, Chuck Berry...
and a story popped into my head.
Most of you know my daughter, Lorelai.
When Lorelai was three...
she went through a period of having chronic ear infections.
It was terrible.
Screaming all night long...
we couldn't keep a nanny longer than a week.
Yeah, that was the terrible part about it. The searing pain was just a side note.
So it fell to Emily to sit with her all night long.
She tried everything to calm her down.
Finally, she found a song that seemed to soothe her.
It was a popular song on the radio, and it soon became Emily's favorite.
Of course, it drove me crazy.
Some woman complaining about...
how she wanted to marry a man named Bill.
Not exactly Cole Porter.
Emily would tease me, saying...
"If only your name was Bill, then this could be our song."
Emily, for tonight...
and tonight only...
my name is Bill, and this is our song.
Hit the button, Johnny.
Your hand, madam.
I cannot believe you remembered this song.
[Wedding Bell Blues by the 5th Dimension playing]
- We should separate more often. - Bite your tongue.
EMCEE: At this time, if you're in love...
we'd like to invite you to join Emily and Richard on the dance floor.
- You wanna dance? - No, thanks.
Please?
I promise I will dance just as spazzy as you will.
I do not dance spazzy.
Then I will be the only spaz on the floor.
Please.
I do not dance spazzy.
Thank you.
You want some company?
Hey, kiddo. Have a seat.
Quite a party, huh?
I'd expect nothing less from your grandparents.
- Pretty flowers. - Yes, not at all fake.
- Do you like my suit? - I do. It's very Bugsy Malone.
So, how you doing?
Me? I'm fine.
I'm just...
Did your mother ever tell you about our first kiss?
No.
We were 14.
It was after school, in the parking lot of the A&P...
and she just walked right up and kissed me.
- Really? - Yep.
Said she just wanted to know what it would be like.
I hope you at least bought her a MoonPie.
You know, it never would have crossed my mind to do something like that...
just walk up and kiss someone 'cause you wanted to.
But Lorelai, she always knew what she wanted.
And she'd go out and get it.
She never told me that story.
No, probably wanted to make me seem more manly.
Did you...
Did I what?
Did you like it that she kissed you first?
Who could not like being kissed by a Gilmore girl?
It was the greatest day of my life.
I'm gonna get a refill. Can I get you something?
Nope. I'm fine.
Okay, I'll see you back in the center ring.
Okay.
[Swing music playing]
Okay, there's a touch of spazzy in there.
Can we stop dancing now?
We can, but Marilyn is standing right behind you...
and if we swap, she's gonna swoop in.
There's nothing I can do to save you.
Funny how Marilyn's been standing right behind me...
where I can't see her for the last two songs.
I know. That woman is spooky.
This wouldn't be some under-handed ploy of yours to keep me dancing, would it?
Why, Luke Danes, I'm appalled at the insinuation.
I should walk off this dance floor right now...
and leave you to your fate.
But I'm much too sweet a person to do that.
Much better. Lowers the spaz quotient.
[Moon River by Henry Mancini playing]
I like the suit. Cashmere?
I didn't know you were going to be here.
Really? I thought you put my name on the list.
Nope.
It must be your grandparents invited me. My parents are around here somewhere.
- So you came with your parents? - Yep.
- And... - And what?
- Where's the blonde? - She's at the bar.
- She's pretty. - Yeah, want me to hook you up?
- No, I was just saying... - What are you just saying?
That she's pretty.
That you brought a pretty girl. She's pretty...
and the two of you look pretty together, in case you were wondering.
Jill's a friend of the family. I've known her forever.
She's visiting her parents in town, and she had nothing to do...
so she asked to tag along.
We're not dating.
Do you want to dance?
After you.
What's that?
Totsie alert. Move.
What?
Why did you come?
Open bar.
Quite a draw for a guy with an American Express black card.
- Live band, salad, butter pats... - Logan...
little net bags full of those Jordan almonds.
Are you ever going to ask me out?
You flirt with me...
you act like you like me a little.
You show up here with a friend, not a date.
I mean, aren't you ever...
You do like me, right?
Okay, no problem. I'll just let you go back to your table...
and I'll start burrowing directly into the ground.
- Rory. - I should be in China by midnight.
- Rory. - You called me Rory.
- I want to be clear. - Good.
I have thought about asking you out several times.
I just don't think it's such a good idea.
Why not?
Because you're special.
Special?
Like "stop eating the paste" special?
You're beautiful, you're intelligent, you're incredibly interesting.
You're definitely girlfriend material.
I, however, am definitely not boyfriend material.
I can't do it. I can't do commitment. I don't want to pretend to you that I can.
If I were to date you, there would be no dating.
It would be something right away, and I'm not that guy.
But I'm not looking for anything something-like.
- Rory. - I'm not.
I've done that.
As a matter of fact, I just did that, and that's not what I want.
I'm not saying you want that right now.
No, I don't want that at all.
No, I'm not expecting anything.
I just... I like you...
and I want to spend some time with you.
No strings attached.
No strings attached?
Girls just wanna have fun...
stringless fun.
- You may feel like that now, but... - I do feel like that now.
Okay, but...
- Where are we going? - How should I know?
What, do you think I have a plan or something?
Live in the moment, Huntzberger.
Coming?
Champagne?
[Logan sighs deeply]
Look, you sure you wanna do this?
I just...
wanna know what it would be like.
I feel like I'm kissing a guy.
And apparently, I had no idea what I was missing.
[All tapping silverware on glasses]
[Emily laughing]
[All clapping]
Here you go.
No! You've been Totsied!
- You left me alone. - I warned you about her.
I turn around and she's headed right for me.
- What am I supposed to do? - Man.
It's not that bad.
Of course not.
Thought I'd come by for that drink.
Man. You've been Totsied.
- Didn't you warn him? - I tried. He moved slow.
Don't worry about it, man. We all been there.
Lorelai and I went to a funeral. We got Totsied twice.
- You remember? - No.
No? Come on, it was raining.
You were wearing your "hell is for children" T-shirt.
Your mom flipped because we snuck that flask in.
Sorry, no memory at all. You wanna dance?
Dance? You'll get second-hand Totsied, Lore.
You should burn that suit when you get home.
How's the inn?
You know, we had lunch at the inn last month.
- I know. - The inn is fine. Everything is fine.
Honey, so sorry to interrupt.
Your parents want to take a picture of just the wedding party...
in front of the cake before they cut it.
Okay, I'll just go find Rory.
I think I saw her heading off that way with that darling blond boy.
I've forgiven her for not noticing that I was chatting with him earlier.
Really? Okay, I'll go get Rory and meet you back at the cake.
I'll go with you.
Listen, I think we need to talk.
I know, we will. Let me try to find...
Grandma wants a picture.
- Of this? - Rory, what are you doing?
- Mom... - You're at your grandparents' wedding...
renewal, vow thing, whatever.
They're right out there. God, Rory, I swear.
- Rory's in here? - Don't, Chris. It's all right.
What the hell are you doing in here with my daughter?
Get away from her! That is my daughter! I will kick your ass!
I will kick your ass, you little weasel!
- Get out! - What the hell's going on?
- Who's that guy, Lorelai? - Christopher, calm down! You're drunk!
Calm down? There's a guy in there pawing my daughter!
What guy? There's a guy in there with Rory?
Oh, my God! Luke!
Get your hands off her. I mean it.
Right now! Hands in the air! I wanna see hands in the air!
Out!
I think you guys better use the back way out of here.
- But Dad... Luke... - I will take care of Dad and Luke.
Please go, now. Go.
So, you must be Logan.
Yeah.
- I'm Lorelai. - Nice to meet you.
LUKE: I'm gonna kill him! CHRISTOPHER: No, I'm gonna kill him!
- Okay, I better... - Yeah.
It's none of your business what's going on with Rory.
- It sure the hell is my business! - Guys, please.
- Rory is my daughter! Mine. - Oh, really?
Then where the hell were you when she got the chicken pox...
and would only eat mashed potatoes for a week?
Or where were you when she graduated high school or started college?
Who the hell moved her mattress into her dorm...
and out of her dorm and back into her dorm again?
- Luke, this is not the time... - Where I was doesn't concern you.
Rory is my daughter and Lorelai's daughter and that's it!
- I'm with Lorelai. - For now.
What does that mean, "for now"? What is that, a threat?
Lorelai and I belong together.
Everyone knows it. I know it. Emily knows it.
What?
Look, I blew it, okay? I know that I blew it.
You waited and I didn't come through, and now you're with him...
- but it's not too late. - Chris, don't.
It's not too late. I know it's not too late.
Emily told me it wasn't too late.
That's why I'm here, okay? I know you're with him, but it's for now...
it's not forever. It's just for now. I know that.
Luke, I don't know what he's talking about.
- I got to get out of here. - Luke, wait.
- Please, just listen to me... - Christopher, get out of my way!
Please stop.
- Get away from me, Christopher. - I just wanna talk.
Get some coffee, Christopher!
This wasn't the way I wanted it to go down. I wanted to get you alone...
- What are you doing? - I'm going after Luke.
There you are! I've got her!
You cannot keep a roomful of Anglo-Saxons...
waiting for cake this long.
They start to form more clubs. Take her.
PHOTOGRAPHER: All right. Wonderful. There we are.
Okay, everyone in just a little closer.
That's perfect. Hold that.
You and me, we're done.
One, two, three.