[Whirring]
LORELAI: So, is this more or less fun than watching the same TV show...
at the same time?
I think it's more.
You know, if we died right now and decomposed...
it would vacuum us up, and no one would ever know.
Freaky.
[Singing Walking On Sunshine]
Hey.
- What? - Learn a new song...
or I'm tying you to a chair and putting Hotel Rwanda on again.
It's love, baby. Deal.
You're not gonna use that as a microphone, are you?
Oh, no, Reverend, has the town banned dancing and singing?
- I'm really happy. - Doyle, I assume?
You know, he calls me his girlfriend now with no visible shaking.
- I'm happy you're happy. - So, how are things with Logan?
You want to hand me that hairbrush?
Look at us. We're happy. We have boyfriends.
This is infinitely better than any mood stabilizer I have ever been on.
[Knocking on door]
- Oh, shoot. What time is it? - It's Hammer time.
- It's Logan. Hairbrushes down. - You got it.
- Evening, Ace. - Hi.
Nice. Very nice.
Hey, you want to see my room? It's far away from here.
Super idea.
- Hello. - Hello.
What are you thinking about?
Whether or not you've ever woken up with Paris standing over you with a knife.
Not recently. She's been in a good mood.
- Why's that? - Because she's in love.
With Doyle?
Yes, with Doyle. And do not mock or make fun.
Because when Paris is happy, the whole world is happy.
But when she's not happy, the whole world is deadwood.
- Got it. You hungry? - Yes, I'm starving.
Just let me get my sweater.
Hey. What do you think of this dress? Does it look newspapery enough?
- What? - I'm trying to figure out...
what to wear to my first day on the paper.
Ah. The internship rears its ugly head again.
I want to look professional, but not too Lois Lane-y.
And I don't want to look like a college kid.
- You are a college kid. - Not on Monday.
On Monday, I am a newspaperwoman.
And I have to look like a newspaperwoman.
- Whatever you wear will be fine. - I'm so excited.
I can tell.
Last night, I couldn't sleep, so I googled your father.
- Excuse me? - 12,053 items came up.
I could only pull up a couple of thousand, but it really helped.
He was born in 1953, Episcopalian.
Second of four children, oldest boy, Yale undergrad, star of the track team.
No grad school, interesting.
Then he had a couple of lost years, kind of a blank period.
A little Jesus thing going on there.
Worked as a reporter and editor for two of the Huntzberger papers...
before taking over as CEO of the company.
I mean, when you look at all of his accomplishments...
- the man must never sleep. - Well...
Four hours a night, just like Clinton.
You don't have a wall in a secret room...
with pictures of my father pasted all over it, do you?
Logan, I'm going to be interning for him.
I need to know everything about him.
Is he an egghead? Because he seems very roll-up-the-sleeves-y.
But he's written about everything. From foreign affairs, domestic policies...
He had a wine column, for God's sake.
I should learn more about wine.
- Look, Rory... - What are his politics?
He's unbelievably neutral in his writing. Right-wing, left-wing, middle-wing.
The man was short-listed for the Pulitzer for covering the Iranian hostage crisis...
- when he was 25. - Yeah, I heard something about that.
Twenty-five. How did he do that? Especially considering his lost years.
He's a born journalist. I mean, what does he read?
What papers, what journals? Come on, tell me something.
- He hates peas. - Logan, I need your help here.
Rory, my dad and I basically have two conversations:
"Logan, you're not living up to your potential."
And "Logan, when you're sailing close-hauled, wait until you gain..."
"That last bit of boat speed before you pull in the jib sheet."
- That's it. - But...
Ace. You've learned more about my father in one day...
than I've learned my whole life. Don't worry, you're gonna be fine.
Now, I thought we've established we're both starving.
Yes, we have. Let's go.
Wait. Your dad covered Haiti in 1985.
Must learn more about Haiti. Got it.
Okay, let's go.
Have you ever discussed Pinochet with him? Because one time he wrote...
- Peas, Ace, peas. - Right, sorry.
As we move on from the empiricists to the rationalists...
it would be good to start thinking about the difference...
between the a posteriori truths and the a priori truths of the rationalists...
which exist independent of experience.
So, for Wednesday, if you'd all take a crack at the first five chapters...
of Spinoza's Ethics.
That is, those of you whose entire weekend...
won't be consumed by books on wine and Haiti.
Yes, my interests are teasingly diverse.
Whatever. See you all on Wednesday.
[Cell phone ringing]
Hello?
Thank God! Did you return the blue sweater?
- Oh, no. - Answer, please.
- Two days ago. - Why?
Why? Because two days ago, you asked me to take it back.
Demanded me, in fact.
And suddenly, you're just so freaking reliable...
that you just hop to it and do whatever I say?
I've always been freaking reliable. It's how I was raised.
So, blame me.
I am not returning the blue sweater again. So, don't think about asking.
But I want it. I need it.
I've already returned the capri pants twice.
I've tried to return a couple of your other items that were all-sales-final...
which makes me look retail-simple.
And this is not the first but the second time...
- I will have returned the blue sweater. - The capri pants...
have you taken those back yet?
I can't show my face in any stores in New Haven.
They think I'm paper mooning them.
She was very cute in Paper Moon. You're very cute, too.
Calling me cute is not going to persuade me. And I have classes. A life.
Monday afternoon, that's your free time. Right?
I remember some bragging to that effect. Go back on Monday.
Oh, well, Monday used to be free.
Used to be? It's not free anymore?
I guess we haven't talked in a couple of days.
- I actually got an internship. - Really?
Kind of an important, high-profile one.
Wow! That's great!
It's for a newspaper in Stamford that Logan's dad acquired.
- He offered me the spot himself. - Logan's dad.
Yeah. It was kind of out of the blue.
So, when did you hear?
Just a few days ago. I forgot I hadn't told you.
I start on Monday.
Wow. Congratulations.
- It's a pretty amazing opportunity. - Yeah, sounds like it.
You'll be having lunch with the op-ed editors from the Times...
hanging out with Peter Jennings.
Dan Rather will be valet-parking your car.
Yeah, it's more likely that I'll be pulling
wire reports off the AP machine, but sure.
Good. So, no worries on the blue sweater front.
It's off my radar screen.
Really? So you're really not gonna make the effort?
I'll see if I can swing by on Tuesday.
Just send your assistant. You're getting an assistant, right?
Oh, I'm sure. I'll see you Friday night.
- Bye, hon. - Bye.
Taylor?
Hello? Is someone out there?
Where are you, Taylor?
Over here. I can't move.
I have got to get a camera.
How the hell did you do this?
I was doing a little light dusting and was toying with the idea...
of repositioning the horse's hindquarters, and the whole thing came tumbling down.
You can't leave anything alone, can you?
Are you going to help me or not?
I feel like I've been lying here for days.
You have not been lying here for days.
Kirk came into the diner two hours ago.
You waited two hours to come and get me?
I have a business.
I can't come running every time...
a family of mannequins decides to attack you.
Ow!
- Just lie still. - This is so humiliating.
- Taylor, don't you think it's time? - Time for what?
You've been trapped under the Jebediahs for two hours...
and no one has come in here.
- What's your point, Luke? - My point is, the museum's a bust.
I'll admit, attendance is low.
No one is coming.
I was reading an article about the power of bus-bench ads...
for getting the word out. Very big in the music industry.
Apparently, the rapper Fiddy Cent swears by them.
Taylor, come on. Isn't it time to sell?
Let somebody who really wants this place have it.
I guess it is. I had such dreams.
- There'll be other dreams. - I guess.
You can resume your attempts to get me out of here.
You're definitely ready to sell the house?
Yes.
Then let's get you out of here.
Tennis lessons. That sounds great, Grandma.
I've always liked tennis. And I have to say...
I'm excited by the prospect of getting some good, healthy exercise.
I'm excited by the prospect of those fetching tennis costumes.
Richard, not in front of Rory.
Oh, I'm fairly worldly now, Grandma.
She was a heck of a tennis player in her day.
- And very competitive. - I wasn't that competitive.
This woman was kicked off the field hockey team at Smith...
for elbowing Ceacy Evertz in the neck.
She got in the way.
This happened in the parking lot after the game.
Now, now.
Rory, tell us more about this internship. It sounds very exciting.
Well, all I really know...
is that I'm going to be shadowing Mitchum Huntzberger...
just to sort of learn and observe, plus pitching in here and there.
You are going to learn a hell of a lot.
It was very sweet of Logan to arrange this for you.
Well, actually, Mitchum Huntzberger offered it to me himself.
Really?
How about that? He just called you up?
Your reputation for excellence preceded you?
Well, he came by Yale, actually. I had met him when I had dinner at his house, and...
Dinner? What dinner?
Just a dinner that Logan took me to.
- At the Huntzbergers' house? - Well, yes.
- When? When? - About a week ago, I guess.
Good Lord.
- Richard, it's already been a week. - We need to invite him right away.
- Who? - Logan, the ball's been dropped.
I put an invite in the mail first thing tomorrow.
We really should've had him over first. We probably should call him as well.
We could messenger an invite tonight. It isn't even 8:00.
Well, it's really nice of you to want to have him over. Really.
But you don't need...
Rory, if you could mention it to him yourself...
preferably tonight, I'll get a note over to him tomorrow.
- He'll need a choice of dates. - I'll get my book.
I'll get mine, too.
Rory?
I'll call him now.
- Right now. - Okay.
[Phone ringing]
Hello?
Listen. You're going to be getting a note from the Gilmores sometime soon...
maybe in the mail, maybe hand-delivered tonight.
For all I know, a carrier pigeon is heading for your room as we speak.
You might want to open your window.
Why is a carrier pigeon heading here?
They want to have you over for dinner.
[Exclaiming in surprise]
They're flipping out about it.
She's sending an apology...
for being so remiss as to wait one whole week...
since I had dinner at your house to extend an invitation.
I mean, they're losing it.
So, I'm calling to warn you, and I want you to know...
I didn't suggest us having dinner with them...
or encourage it in any way.
And I definitely did not refer to you as my b-word...
in front of them, or even imply it in any way.
'Cause you know, I'm really happy with the way things have been going...
and I don't want any pressure put on us.
And I'm sorry, and I think I already said that. And that's it.
What are the odds of getting out of this?
- Pretty much zero. - Then let's do it.
- Really? - Yeah, it won't be so bad.
Wow. You are a true gentleman.
[Slamming]
Oh, my God. What was that?
Carrier pigeon. Poor thing. Should've opened the window.
- Not funny. - Kind of funny.
- Bye. - Bye.
Burger rare, cheddar cheese, barbecue sauce on the side.
- Hey, save Rory some lemon pie. - Rory's coming in tonight?
Yeah, she's going to see Lane's band play at Plaza Duplo-4th Street tonight.
They have the coveted 3:00-in-the-morning slot.
I hear that's how Zeppelin started.
Yeah. Her genius plan is to come home, go to bed early...
set the clock for 2:00, get up, and go rock.
- Solid plan. - Yes, except that when...
the clock goes off at 2:00, she will be dead asleep and won't hear it.
I, however, will.
I will then proceed to get up, drag myself downstairs...
recreating a classic Zucker brothers' moment...
and then I'll shake her awake.
She'll get up, throw on some jeans, a T-shirt, no makeup...
and look like a Neutrogena ad.
Whereas, once she leaves, I'll pass out on the couch...
too exhausted to make it all the way upstairs.
And in the morning, I will have bags under my eyes...
that should have "Tumi" stamped on them.
I love being a mom.
[Chattering]
Are the guys in town unusually lonely these days?
They're from the museum. I think they're getting ready to close it.
Close it? No. Why?
Well, you know, no one was going.
- I was going. - You went once.
No, I was gonna go again just as soon as the nightmares...
about the "I love Jesus" mannequin subsided.
You saw it once.
I guess.
Here's your sweater.
And I hope you're happy, 'cause the saleswoman called me a name.
Where's my pie?
Luke, pie!
- What do we think? - It's great.
- Huh. - No.
- I thought it was light blue. - No. It was dark blue.
Did they have one that was light blue?
You are officially banned from ever shopping in New Haven again.
Thank God I have you to do it for me.
Hey, Luke. You're the only one I like around here at the moment.
Right back at you.
Okay, so, other than your stylist duties...
what else is going on in the life of the young and hopeful?
I'm considering taking Russian.
Very practical. How's Logan?
He's fine. Grandma and Grandpa invited him to dinner.
You're kidding.
It was actually less of an invite and more of a freak-out.
- They heard about the dinner I went to. - Heard how much?
- The Reader's Digest version. - Got it.
Apparently, they've already exceeded the polite reciprocal-invite window...
and if he doesn't come to dinner soon, Grandma has to give back her pearls.
Wow. So, when is this dinner happening?
Three dates were proposed.
Logan's picking one of them.
- Should be an interesting evening. - Yep.
- I'll take notes and pictures. - Cool. Okay, you do that.
- I want to go to dinner. - Where's the clock?
I mean, you said that I could meet Logan properly...
and you know how good I am when there's food involved.
12:30?
I mean, is there a reason I wasn't invited?
Can't we talk about this tomorrow?
It is tomorrow.
I just don't think it's right that they get first dibs on him.
I am your mom, and we are very close, in case you haven't heard.
I should get to know him first.
Grandma and Grandpa already know him.
Okay, so they have a head start. Fine.
But I bet they don't know him know him...
like I will know him if you let me go to dinner.
I didn't think you'd want to come to dinner.
Why not?
Well, it's at their house, first of all.
And I don't know how you feel about the Logan situation.
Hey. This guy is in your life, and I want to know him.
- Don't you want me to know him? - Of course I want you to know him.
- Okay, so? - I'd love for you to come to dinner.
Great. Good. You call Grandma for me.
- No way. - Why not?
You want to come to dinner, you call Grandma.
But I'm not talking to Grandma.
Well, you're gonna have to talk to her if you come to dinner.
- No, I won't. - Mom!
No, I am there to talk to Logan. To get to know him.
I mean, other than the fact that he's blond, rich, and straight, I'm out.
You're not gonna come to dinner and ignore Grandma.
I won't be ignoring her. I just don't think I'll get to her.
- What? - I've heard through the grapevine...
that Logan is so chatty, that once you get him started, there's no shutting him up.
Mom, forget it. If you want to go...
then you're gonna have to call Grandma and tell her that you're going.
Now, I have to get up in two hours, so if you don't mind, beat it.
- But... - Hey. Sleeping.
- Mom! - Sorry.
Can I help you?
I was just trying to figure out if I'm in the right place.
Were you hoping to be in some sort of newspaper office?
Yes, I was. I'm Rory Gilmore. I'm an intern.
Mitchum, Mr. Huntzberger hired me, for nothing, of course.
'Cause an intern makes nothing, and they're happy to do it.
- I'm new. - Here's a temporary ID.
Sometime today, stop by and see AI Carson.
He'll take a picture and get you a permanent one.
I've never had a picture ID before. I'll take very good care of it.
- Is there a fine if you lose it? - No fine.
I still won't lose it. I promise.
Okay, you need to go talk to Harry. He deals with interns.
[Phone ringing]
Good morning, Eagle-Gazette. Please hold.
Good morning, Eagle-Gazette.
Where do I find Harry?
I'm sorry. Mr. Wolowitz won't be in until this afternoon.
Harry?
- Who called Harry? - I did! I called Harry!
Hi! I'm Rory Gilmore. I'm an intern.
I have ID. And...
Okay, this is basically the newsroom, reporters, support staff.
Over there is the composing room where we do paste-up.
It's called paste-up because it used to be done with...
- Scissors and paste. - Right, but now we do it on a Mac.
In that cabinet are all our back issues. '95 to present are on CD-ROM...
earlier on microfiche.
If you use the microfiche reader, make sure you turn it off...
because the bulb is too hot and melts the stuff.
I sure wish I had a pencil.
This is Tom Firth's desk. He writes "Firth Things First" on the op-ed.
That's Ed Rose. Circulation, advertising.
In case of fire, stairs are that way.
This is the kitchen. Coffee, stale donuts. If you finish a pot, you make a new one.
MAN: Harry! HARRY: Be right back.
- Huntzberger's here. - Fine.
- Huntzberger's here. - Where?
I think he's one of those guys there.
Yeah. In the middle, striped tie.
- You know Huntzberger? - Yes.
Really? What's he like?
Episcopalian, second of four children.
Oldest boy and hates peas.
This is Stan Mercer, circulation, Les Cavanaugh, city beat...
Stephanie Fitzsimmons, photo editor.
And this is Patel Condraseskar. He's our resident computer whiz.
Okay, lot of people, lot of names. And I promise I'll learn some of them.
We'll talk more about this at the general meeting...
but I want you people to understand that the Huntzberger Publishing Group...
isn't going to change what you do.
We're going to help you do what you do better.
I want all the department heads gathered in the conference room in 10 minutes.
Someone make some coffee. Rory?
- Yes, sir? - You ready to shadow me?
- Yes, sir. - Let's go.
Did you see where they went?
[Phone speed-dialing]
[Clearing throat]
EMILY: Hello?
Hello?
Who are you looking for? Did you dial the wrong number?
You know, it's very rude to dial someone and just sit there on the phone...
without so much as a grunt or a moan.
I mean, as far as perverted phone calls go, this is a very poor one.
Mom, hello.
Lorelai? Is Rory okay?
- Yeah, Rory's fine. - Did somebody die? Who died?
Nobody died, Mom. Everyone we know is fine.
- Then why are you calling? - Well, I was wondering...
- Yes? - I just wanted to give you a heads-up...
that I was thinking I might come to Friday night dinner.
Mom, hello?
When?
Friday night.
- This Friday night? - Yes.
- The night Logan Huntzberger's coming? - I guess, sure.
Well, that's quite a coincidence, isn't it?
That Logan's coming to dinner the night that you're suddenly free.
Well, I guess so.
Do you really think it's going to work this way?
- What way? - That you just check the itinerary...
and pick which Friday night dinners you'll deign to come to and which you won't.
I am not picking. It just happened that...
That you wait till we have...
a guest like the Pope for dinner and then say, "Oh, yes. Now it's worth my while..."
"To have dinner with my family. I get to meet the Pope."
You're protestant, Mom.
You do not get to cherry-pick which Friday night dinners you attend.
It does not work that way. It's never worked that way.
- I wasn't cherry-picking. - If you come to this dinner...
you come to them all. That's the deal.
I'm really not sure that I'm free...
every Friday night, from now through eternity.
If you come to this dinner, then you come to them all. That's the deal.
As I said before, I'm just not sure about my schedule.
Well, I'll tell you what. You go check that schedule of yours.
If you show up on Friday night...
the night Logan Huntzberger happens to be here...
then I'll assume you've discovered that your Fridays...
at least for the foreseeable future, are free.
Goodbye.
[Dial tone sounding]
I'm saying it's these little costs...
that had you dropping your Hartford correspondent.
How much are you paying for syndicated features?
You run "Dear Abby" and "Ann Landers" and "Ask Vicki."
How many different ways do the people in this community need to hear...
"Honey, he ain't gonna change. Dump his ass"?
Charlie, I'd like to get that physical plant tour in before 5:00.
Hang on. Let me call Dan Gerson and see if they're ready for you.
Well, if we're in a holding pattern...
why don't you start getting into those circulation issues.
Wow.
The ability to be able to run a four-minute mile...
would come in pretty handy right about now, huh?
Sorry?
A four-minute mile?
I don't follow.
At Yale, track and field, you ran a four-minute mile.
Right.
That's fast. Four-minute mile. Woosh.
Dan's gonna need another 10. Why don't I take you into Ron Stone's...
- we'll talk some advertising. - Let's do it.
If you're looking for Huntzberger, he went in there.
Thanks.
[Phone ringing]
- Hello? - Help, help, help!
What's the matter, Ace?
Nothing. I've just won the "spaz of the year" award.
I believe it will be on the front page of the Gazette tomorrow.
I'm sure it's not that bad.
I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I don't know where anybody is.
I can't walk in these shoes. I got a run in my pantyhose.
- I ran into a file cabinet. - Slow down.
I didn't even know if I was supposed to go to lunch when everybody went to lunch...
so I just stood in the break room for, like, 45 minutes.
And then I ate an Altoid.
It's the first day. It'll get better.
- Your father must think I'm an idiot. - I'm sure he doesn't.
I need some help. I need something to say to him...
other than, "Yes, the bleeding stopped. Thanks."
- I think that's pretty good. - Logan, please.
Give me something. Something I can use to connect with him.
I don't know.
You do know. This is important to me. Logan, please.
He likes jazz, but not when it gets too experimental...
and he hates when they quote My Favorite Things.
- What? - My Favorite Things...
from The Sound of Music.
Okay. Good. Go on.
He lets people go at 7:00, but he keeps going till 8:30 or 9:00.
And he notices the people who stay.
He hates double talk, but he's really good at it.
And he has high blood pressure, so he switches to decaf after 4.:00.
That's good. That's almost something.
Don't worry, Ace. I'm sure you're doing fine.
I don't want your father to be disappointed in me.
Rory...
in order for my dad to be truly disappointed in you...
your name would have to be Logan.
- I'm sure that's not true. - Uh-huh.
- Thanks, Logan. - Go get 'em, Ace.
My God, this smells good. What is this?
It's nothing. Just some soft-shell crab amandine...
on a bed of wild rice.
There's no sentence in the English language...
that begins "It's nothing" and contains the word "amandine."
Happy.
[Cell phone ringing]
Oh, my God, your girlfriend is so important.
Hello?
- Lorelai? - Hey, Dad.
Something very remarkable happened today.
I got a call from someone...
wanting to know if I was Lorelai Gilmore's father.
Really?
Outside the context of trouble at school...
that's the first time someone has ever asked me that.
And why did someone ask you that?
Well, one of our clients is the Durham Group.
- You know them? - They own hotels?
They own boutique inns.
The CEO, Mike Armstrong, is good friends with Twee Silverman...
who is the publisher of American Travel.
It seems there's quite an article coming out about you and Sookie...
and your success at the Dragonfly.
According to Twee, it's the cover story of the May issue.
The article's coming out.
Dad, did your guy happen to talk about what's in the article?
I don't think he'd read it.
Twee clued him in because she knows he's always looking for up-and-comers.
Apparently, you are an up-and-comer.
[Whispering] I'm an up-and-comer.
Long story short, Lorelai...
Mike Armstrong would like to take a meeting with you.
- Why? - Well, he's in the inn business.
I assume he wants to offer you some sort of job.
Dad, I have a job. Apparently, you can read all about it in May.
He asked if you traveled much.
He wants to know where I go on vacation?
He was referring to business travel. Perhaps the position involves travel.
Do you travel? I wasn't really sure.
Well, the liquor store's a little further out than I'd like, but...
Lorelai.
- Yeah, Dad, I travel sometimes. - Well, good.
I'll have my secretary fax the contact information...
to your home fax tonight...
and you can call him in the morning.
Dad, I don't have a home fax.
I don't see how you do business on this level and not have a home fax.
We're all confounded by that, yes.
Call my office in the morning.
I'm quite proud of you, Lorelai.
Thanks, Dad.
They're running the article.
Good. I'm glad they're running the article. I never liked that you pulled it.
Yes, well, if you recall, I pulled it only after I suggested...
my mother might have been personally responsible...
- for global warming. - Are you seriously worried...
that things might get worse between you and your mother?
Good point.
What's all this stuff about you traveling?
Some guy my dad knows wants to offer me a job...
- and apparently there's travel involved. - You have a job.
I know, but companies like this would probably want to buy the inn...
and keep me on to manage it or send me out as a consultant.
- Buy the inn? You just opened the inn. - I know.
- You don't want to sell the inn. - I know.
I mean, who are these people, coming in out of the blue with this stuff?
I don't know. Just some guy who called my dad and wants to meet me.
Well, this is crazy. You don't want to meet with this guy.
Luke, I'm not interested, so it doesn't matter.
I have no intention of meeting with this guy.
- I'm happy with what I've got. - Good.
You know what?
You should meet with this guy.
My daughter, my sister, my daughter, my sister.
I'm serious. Even if you're not interested...
it's good people are talking about you and your business.
And you just... Take the meeting.
It's contacts, it's networking, right? That's the right word, "networking"?
- I think. - Well, then you should network.
- All right, well, I'll think about it. - Good.
Good.
- Beatrice? - Yes, ma'am.
- Do you know what these are? - Lilies.
Fragrant lilies.
Would you like to eat dinner with fragrant lilies in the room?
- Yes. - Well, then you're insane!
I don't know how you think my guests are supposed to enjoy their dinner...
with this floral reek wafting up their noses.
Move them to the living room and bring the peonies in here.
- Yes, ma'am. Sorry, ma'am. - Everything looks lovely.
- Does it? - Yes, and so do you.
What's on the dinner menu tonight?
Roast beef.
I hope Logan's not some kind of vegetarian.
His grandfather owned 10,000 head of cattle.
I sincerely doubt it.
You know, I've just been thinking.
The Huntzbergers will all be transferring down to Martha's Vineyard soon.
Mid-June. Every year like clockwork.
- I'm sure Logan's there for some of that. - They have six acres there.
That's quite a spread.
They've held their share of functions down there, too. Graduation parties, weddings.
- Maybe it's time for us, Emily. - Time for what?
Time to acquire our own acreage.
A compound for the extended family.
- A place on Cape Cod! - Our own Kennebunkport.
Get it all ready for the next generation.
The Cape's as good as the Vineyard for a wedding.
- Some would say better. - Sandier beaches, too.
Children love sandy beaches, just love running and playing on them.
[Doorbell ringing]
Damn. I forgot to fill the ice bucket.
Go get it. I'll get the door.
Richard?
Picture his blond hair and her blue eyes on a little baby.
Incomparable.
- Hi, Mom. - Oh. Come in.
Thanks.
Beatrice, take my daughter's coat.
Thank you.
- What are you doing here? - I don't know. I just followed you.
Richard, come out here and sit with Lorelai.
- Coming. - Mom, it's okay. I can sit by myself.
- You need me to sit with Lorelai? - I'm fine. I swear.
I have been sitting without any help since I was two and a half.
It's all right. I don't mind. Come along.
Please, sit.
- A lot of pressure to do it right now. - So, did you ring Mike Armstrong?
I did. We have a meeting set up for tomorrow.
Good. I'm glad. Mike is very big in that business.
- I think you'll find him a valuable... - Richard? I need help in here.
I'm sitting with Lorelai, Emily.
Dad, really, it's okay.
I promise not to stick my finger in any sockets.
All right. Here I come.
What sort of help do you need, my dear?
You know, you're not obligated to be polite...
until we're actually inside my grandparents' house.
Good. Then I'm gonna use this brief moment in time to make...
- some disgusting noises with my armpits. - Would you?
So, this is going to be quick and painless.
Believe me. My grandparents like you better than they liked Ronald Reagan.
- Wow. High praise. - What are those?
Hostess gifts. Never a bad idea to bring hostess gifts.
- Well-played, Huntzberger. - So what about your mom?
- Is she gonna be cool? - Of course she'll be cool.
She's the essence of cool. "Cool" is her street name.
She's got it monogrammed on her towels and everything.
Well, if she's got it monogrammed on her towels, there's nothing to worry about.
What'd you bring, anyway?
Cigars for Richard, chocolates for Emily, and Mrs. Eleanor Shubic's silver lighter.
What's that for?
- Rory, Logan, welcome. - Come in.
- Hi, Grandma. - Hello.
And our guest of honor.
L'invité d'honneur.
How are you, Richard, Emily?
- Wonderful now. - Yes, wonderful.
Look at you two. You're just perfect.
- Aren't they perfect, Richard? - Perfect.
- We're not perfect. - Nonsense. You're perfect.
No, she's right. I've got split ends like you wouldn't believe.
And a sense of humor.
Emily, these are for you. A small token of my gratitude.
Wunderschon chocolates. I absolutely adore these.
I picked them up last time I was in Switzerland.
Well, aren't you clever?
And here's a little something for you, sir.
Romeo y Julietas.
You are a good man, Logan Huntzberger.
Come. Let's all go in the living room, shall we?
I just adore this jacket you're wearing.
- Isn't this a fine jacket, Richard? - I like how the lapels are cut.
- Aren't those nice lapels, Rory? - Sure, Grandpa, his lapels look great.
Most modern tailors cut lapels too low.
It's so sloppy...
having one's lapels hang down around the chest...
like a basset hound's ears or something.
- But those are excellent. - They really are.
- Hi, Mom. - Hey, how am I sitting?
- Great. Mom, you remember... - Logan, this is Rory's mother, Lorelai.
Lorelai, this is Logan Huntzberger.
Yes, we've met, actually. Nice to see you again.
- Nice to see you. - Come on, sit.
Let's get drink orders.
- Logan, what would you like? - Macallan neat, if you have it.
- I adore a man who drinks his Scotch neat. - That is a fine drink indeed.
- Rory? - Just club soda.
- So demure. Isn't she demure? - The demurest.
One club soda.
Your usual, Lorelai? A sidecar?
- Sidecar? No. - Isn't that your drink?
No, my drink is a martini. It's always been a martini.
- Really? - Yes, pretty much every one...
of the other 8,000 times I've had a drink here, it's been a martini.
I would have sworn you were a sidecar girl.
Not even sure what's in a sidecar, Mom.
Well, Richard, apparently, Lorelai would like a martini.
Can do.
I just can't get over those lapels.
Grandma and Grandpa are very taken with Logan's lapels.
- They look fine to me. - You'll have to excuse Lorelai, Logan.
It takes a certain eye to be aware of this kind of thing.
One Scotch, neat, and a club soda.
- Thank you. - Thanks, Grandpa.
And one martini.
- That's with a twist, Lorelai? - Nope. An olive.
- In a vodka martini? - Not vodka, Mom, gin.
It's always been gin. Gin martini.
- Really? - Yes, always.
I don't remember that at all.
So, Logan. Where exactly do you live at Yale?
- Are you in Rory's building? - No, I'm at Berkeley.
- Is that far from Rory? - No. I'd say it's about 90 Kropogs or so.
Kropogs! Did someone say Kropogs?
Kropogs. Now, that is clever.
So fill me in here. What's a Kropog?
Years ago, someone at Yale started measuring...
based on the height of a kid named Kropog.
I can't believe that today's Elis are still using Kropogs.
Now, that is really something.
Maxwell T. Kropog was his name, class of '44.
Lorelai, I'm sorry. I forgot your drink. I made it and everything.
- You remembered now. - No, Richard, stay. I'll get it.
I'm glad to hear that Kropog is still part of the Yale vernacular.
Tradition is so important.
Why don't we talk about something other than Yale?
Nonsense. There's nothing better to talk about than Yale.
Because Yale men are the greatest.
I dated a few Princeton men and a Harvard man back in my day...
and they had nothing on Yale men.
- They'd better not. - Here you go, Lorelai.
- Mom, there's an onion in here. - Is that not what you wanted?
- Olive. I said, "olive." - Well, I heard "onion."
- I said, "olive." - Let me get you an olive.
EMILY: The rackets have changed, too.
Honestly, people at the club must've thought I was there to play badminton...
when I showed up with my old wooden thing.
You have to get a new racket, Emily. The materials available today...
- make all the difference. - I told her the same thing.
I know this guy. He's one of the top manufacturers...
of ceramic rackets. Pete Sampras loves him. I could totally set you up.
Did you hear that, Richard? Logan can set me up.
- How about that. - Dinner is ready, Mrs. Gilmore.
Well, shall we?
I'm just going to pop into the kitchen to check on a thing or two.
- Richard, will you come carve the roast? - Certainly.
- Is there gonna be alcohol at dinner, Mom? - What?
You know, booze. 'Cause I haven't been able to get even a Kropog of gin...
since that first drink.
A Kropog is a unit of distance, Lorelai, not volume.
And there'll be wine with the meal.
There's always wine with the meal, Lorelai.
Honestly, you're acting as if you've never been here.
Sorry. Just wasn't sure.
Roast. Sounds good.
It does.
Yeah.
Who doesn't like a good roast?
- What are you doing? - A little life-and-death brigade business.
Every time we're in a rich person's house, I take a knickknack.
Then I leave the knickknack I took from the last rich person's house.
I've been doing this up and down the Eastern seaboard for years.
- Logan, no. - Trust me. They never notice.
- You're crazy. - It's fun to be crazy.
Grandma probably wants us here.
All right, the salads will be out in just a moment.
Everybody sit.
Wait a minute.
- What's wrong, Emily? - Well, I don't know.
Wait. My antique sewing box is missing.
Well, that can't be.
It is, it's gone. Was it here during drinks?
I can't say that I noticed.
You, hovering there. What do you know about this?
- Ma'am? - My antique sewing box.
Did you move it somewhere?
- No. - And yet it's not here.
Do you have any explanation as to why it's not here, Beatrice?
- I'm sure it's just a mix-up, Mom. - And...
what's this? What's this lighter?
Richard, is this from the pool house?
I don't recognize it, but you never know.
One of the guys might have left it after a poker game.
EMILY: Well, Beatrice, I don't know what to say.
I almost feel like I should go through the whole house...
and make sure nothing else has been misplaced.
Mom, I found it.
However, we have company, and I don't want to be rude.
Let's just leave it for later...
and you and I will have a very serious discussion.
- Mom, I found it! - What?
- Yeah, here it is. - Really? Where was it?
Behind the centerpiece. I guess the flowers kind of hid it.
Behind the centerpiece?
- What on earth are you smiling about? - I'm just glad you found it.
Would you please go into the kitchen and bring out the salad course?
- Rory, Logan, I'm so sorry. - Well, never a dull moment, as we say.
EMILY: Here we are, avocado salad with beet dressing.
RICHARD: Wonderful. I'm starving.
Believe me, Rory's the real star at the Yale Daily News.
- People hate her. - They hate you?
I'm not hated. Am I hated?
She's had more pieces printed above the fold this year than anyone.
Well, you are both enormously talented.
Because if you have one-tenth of your father's ability, young man...
you are going to go straight to the top.
A power couple. That's what you are.
We were thrilled to hear that Rory's going to be working with your father, Logan.
I'm not really working with him. Just near him, more like.
She's knocking him dead over there. Now if I can just get her to relax.
I'm relaxed.
Speaking of relaxation, does your family...
still have their place on Martha's Vineyard?
I think they bought it from Martha. They're not giving that up.
- It's not going anywhere. - It's lovely in the vineyard.
A few years ago, Richard and I attended a wedding there.
I thought there could be no more gorgeous a spot for a wedding.
It's beautiful.
But then we went to one on Cape Cod and it was wonderful, too.
Either place would be good for a wedding. Don't you think?
Sure. I've been to weddings at the Cape myself.
So you like Cape Cod?
- Yes. - We like Cape Cod.
- Great. - And I know Rory would like Cape Cod.
I like what I've seen in pictures.
You two would look awfully cute in Cape Cod.
Mom, did you get a job at the Cape Cod Chamber of Commerce?
No.
There are a lot of kids in your family, aren't there?
Yeah, the extended family's been pretty busy procreating lately.
They have, have they?
- Do you like kids? - Sure.
Kids love Cape Cod.
I think internships are a communist plot.
- What? - Forcing someone to work without pay.
It's a little pinko, isn't it? I mean, where's Roy Cohn when you need him?
- Have you lost your mind? - No, still sloshing around up there.
Would you like another apple, Rory?
No, thanks. They were really good, though.
How about you, Logan? Apple?
Thank you, but I don't think I could eat another thing.
And unfortunately, we should probably be going.
- I have an early day tomorrow. - Oh, Logan, an early day?
- I'm so sorry we kept you. - I wish I could stay longer.
An early day is an early day. Beatrice, get their coats.
I had a wonderful time.
- Thank you so much. - Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa.
- It was great. - Of course. We had a wonderful time, too.
- Bye, Mom. - Bye, hon.
- Good night, Logan. - Nice to see you again.
Nice seeing you again, too. I hope we can all...
Lorelai, don't keep them. Logan has an early day tomorrow.
Sorry.
Now, I'm going to hold you to your promise about that tennis racket.
Oh, absolutely. I'll call you this week or maybe I'll just shoot you an email.
"Shoot" me an email. That is so clever.
RICHARD: That's good business sense, too.
You have to utilize the latest technology or you'll fall behind.
[Door opening]
EMILY: Now, would you look at that?
What a cunning little car. I adore sports coupes.
RICHARD: Fine parking job, too.
- Well, goodbye, Grandma and Grandpa. - Thanks again.
Good night, you two. Drive safe.
- More coffee, Lorelai? - No, thank you.
What?
Nothing. Just on those National Geographic shows...
people are so sweaty after a mating ritual, but you two are powder-dry.
What on earth are you talking about?
They're just kids, and they're still figuring things out...
and they don't need you two dropping all these heavy-handed hints...
about weddings and babies and Cape Cod.
You should be thrilled by this match, Lorelai.
- Well, who says I'm not thrilled? - You're not acting very thrilled.
I'm annoyed at you, that's why.
Putting all this pressure on them. They are in their early 20s, for God's sake.
You're letting your own personal tastes cloud your judgment of this boy.
He's perfect for Rory, and you don't see it.
This is not about my personal taste.
You're uncomfortable around people like Logan.
He's not your type. That's well-documented.
That was a nice, not-so-subtle dig at Luke.
- Luke? - Who said anything about Luke?
- You're very sensitive tonight. - I'm not sensitive.
It's just you're busy marrying Rory off into a family that wasn't even nice to her.
- Who wasn't nice to her? - The Huntzbergers.
She went over there for dinner, and they treated her like trash.
- I highly doubt that. - Well, they did.
If the Huntzbergers were so horrible to Rory...
why on earth did Mitchum give her a very valuable internship?
He was buying her off.
- So the internship was like hush money? - Yes!
There's no money. It's an unpaid position.
It's a figure of speech.
Rory got this internship by making a contact...
in a way similar to me setting you up with Mike Armstrong.
- Is there something wrong with that? - No.
I concur.
There is still something wrong with this internship.
- My God, you're paranoid. - I am not paranoid!
And Logan did not have an early day!
What?
What 22-year-old has an early day on a Saturday?
Why are you so hell-bent on derailing this match?
They're perfect for each other.
Okay, that word, "perfect." He's not.
I mean, no one is, okay? But especially him.
I mean, at your wedding, I caught him...
and Rory in the back room... kissing.
- Kissing. - You have something against kissing?
- I never thought of you as a prude. - Paranoid, not a prude.
He stole your sewing box.
The sewing box is sitting on the table in the living room, Lorelai.
- No, he's just... - Are we done here?
- No! - Good. I have a call to make.
You might want that cup of coffee. Clear your head a bit before you drive home.
Or maybe you just had one too many sidecars.
So, it's not necessarily a diminishment of personnel?
No, that's the advantage of using pooled reporting...
through the whole syndicate.
By sharing resources, you're gonna have more options.
With more options, you're gonna be less reliant on the wire services.
People will only read so many flatly-written wire stories...
before they catch on, start reading something else.
Or worse, turn on the TV.
Coffee?
[Hesitating]
It's decaf.
Oh, well... Thank you.
It's good.
All right, let's take a look at that editorial budget.
What are you waiting for, Gilmore, an engraved invitation?
- Good. - Very good.
- I'd say it's a nine. - Nine-plus.
- What would make it a 10? - Another half a point.
Lemon juice and a handful of parsley.
Yes. A tart, fresh taste.
Manny, try it with a little lemon juice and parsley.
Okay.
How long are you gonna have them working here?
With that fancy-pants article coming out about us...
I want to make sure that the food stays top-notch.
- You know, Mike Armstrong called again. - Really?
That's the second time since the meeting, isn't it?
Yeah, he's, like, open to any option,
buying the inn or just investing in the inn.
We'd have money again. Remember what it was like to have money?
Keeping us on to run it. We could consult.
We could travel around the world, telling other people how to run their inns.
We could be bossy. We could travel and be bossy.
He mentioned the south of France. Apparently, they're making...
a huge investment there and they have a need for people like us.
I can picture us in the south of France. Topless!
At work?
- No, we're on the beach. - Much more appropriate.
And the casinos. And the cheese.
My dad traveled all over the world for work...
which drove my mom crazy, which was a little perk.
But he'd always say things like, "I'll be back from Dusseldorf on Friday."
When I was a kid, I always wanted to say "I'll be back from Dusseldorf on Friday."
That would be great.
To get into all those famous kitchens I've always read about.
We'd have expense accounts and travel luggage.
- It would be exciting, huh? - Yeah, it would.
But I can't do that.
I have Davey and little no-name here and Jackson.
Jackson wouldn't want to go topless in France.
Yeah.
- My life is here. - Yeah, sure.
But you could go.
- What? - Your kid's in college. You're young.
You love to travel. You look amazing topless.
You could go. I mean, what's stopping you?
- Well... - Snap peas.
Snap peas would be good in this.
- Manny, snap peas. Yeah. - Snap peas.