Luke, hello?
Luke!
My door is chained!
Especially funny, since I don't have a chain on my door.
- Luke! - Lorelai?
No.
Land shark.
Candygram.
Here's Johnny.
Luke, open the door!
Stay there.
Oh, oh, okay.
God.
Ow. Ow, I have a cramp. Luke, I have a cramp.
Sorry.
I'm permanently stuck like this.
Get your arm out of the way so I can unchain the door.
Sure. Just yell "stand up!" to the guy in the wheelchair.
I chained it earlier to test the door. Here.
Oh, what an odd reward system you have.
Come with me.
What's going on?
We... are celebrating.
Celebrating what?
Listen.
Are you cooking?
Is that listening?
Well, I'm hungry.
Focus.
- I'm hungry. - Shh.
Fine.
I don't hear anything.
Exactly.
Okay, Simon, Garfunkel.
It's done.
- What's done? - The house. It's done.
No, it was supposed to take another week.
I know. I paid Tom a bonus to get the guys out of here early.
And he finished everything?
Yep! No more banging or sawing, no more paint cans lying around,
cigarette butts in the potted plants.
Well, they didn't put the light-socket covers back on.
They'll have to come back to put the light-socket c--
Light-socket covers are on.
What about the skinny, tiny, molding in the closet?
They have to fix the skinny, tiny molding in the closet.
Skinny, tiny molding is done.
Well, I'm sure they did not pick up all their tools.
They'll have to come back and pick up their tools.
You're not happy they're gone.
No, I am. I just wanted to say "goodbye."
Goodbye?
I wanted to have a "we're done" party, buy them some pizza.
More pizza.
And I had going-away presents for them.
I gave them a present-- a $2,000 going-away present.
That's got to bring some smiles.
But I bought paper hats and noisemakers.
The place was covered with dust. You were woken up at 6:00 a.m.
every morning by the hammering. I thought you'd be happy.
I am. I'm just sad at the same time.
You've never been with a woman before?
Okay, fine.
I've got another surprise for you.
- What? - Upstairs.
- Where? - Bedroom.
Upstairs in the bedroom? Whatever could it be?
Close your eyes.
I'm not scared of it anymore.
Would you please just close your eyes?
Okay.
You ready?
Ready.
Take a look.
Wow! What is this?
This is my grandmother's bedroom set.
It's in perfect shape. Can you imagine?
Wow!
Look at all the cherubs.
People have been trying to buy it off me for years,
but I always felt that I would eventually find the perfect place to put it, you know?
And then the room was done and just sitting there,
and I remembered the day you came down to that storage unit,
and you saw the furniture, and you said you liked it.
I did?
Yeah. And since I've been looking for a place to put it, I figured--
When did I come to your storage unit?
Five years ago. You needed to borrow that space heater.
Oh, right.
And look-- I haven't had a chance to put these up. Aren't they great?
Yes. Yes, they are.
I was tempted to get them reframed, but it just didn't seem right.
Oh. I've got one big eye. That's fun.
That's the original glass. You can't find that anymore.
So, you sure you like it?
- I love it. - Great. Okay.
Well, let's get downstairs, 'cause I am making risotto.
I just love it.
Sumatra, please get my granddaughter a plate.
That's all right, Sumatra. I'm just going up to my room.
Sumatra, please tell my granddaughter that all food is to be consumed in the dining room.
Sumatra, please tell my grandmother-- what?
That's the rule in this house, Rory.
I'm late for community service.
Food is meant to be consumed in the dining room or not at all.
What about when you take your tea outside on the patio?
That is in the afternoon.
This is the morning, and in the morning you eat at the table in the dining room.
Fine. I'll be back this afternoon.
If you expect that muffin to fly back to the kitchen, you'd better go get it a cape.
Hey.
- I have to go to China. - Enjoy your flight.
I need inspiration. I need ideas.
I'm tapped-out, boring.
You know what's on the menu tonight?
What?
Goose with oyster stuffing.
What?
I know. But that's all I could come up with.
And the only reason I thought of that was because Davey just learned "duck duck goose,"
and the ducks looked puny, so there you go.
Say hi to Yao Ming for me.
Will do. What is this?
This is a formal invitation, written by me
on the Dragonfly notepad about five minutes ago,
inviting you and Jackson to a housewarming dinner at my newly completed pad.
- It's done. - It's done.
Saturday night.
I've heard it's all right for fighting. Get a little action in.
Wow. Your house is done. This is so exciting! How does it look?
It, uh, looks great.
- It, uh, does? - Yeah.
Why do you hate it?
I don't hate it. It's beautiful.
It's just-- what if Jackson brought home a set of his grandmother's pots and pans?
Now, obviously, you need some pots and pans, and these are free and all,
but they're really old.
You don't want to hurt Jackson's feelings 'cause he feels very sentimental about the pans,
but they've got fat cherubs carved all over them, and you just don't want them.
Do the cherubs interfere with the cooking function, or are they just decorative?
Decorative is a wildly generous description, but function's fine.
What happened to my old pots and pans?
Gone. Thrown out.
Can I get them back?
Babette's nephew, Gary, is sleeping on them.
Sleeping on them?
We're not talking about pans, Sookie.
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about Luke's grandmother's bedroom furniture
that he set up in my brand-new bedroom.
And he loves this furniture.
And you don't?
No, I don't, but it shouldn't matter, right?
Why not?
Look at everything Luke has done for me.
He bought the Twickham house and then un-bought the Twickham house,
and then he almost bought it again, and then he decided to live at my house
because I wanted to live at my house.
Yeah, he did.
He has turned his whole life upside down for me.
He does everything in his power to make me happy and give me what I want,
so can't I give him this one thing?
Yes, you can.
No, I can't.
The bed is small and really low--
just perfect for tiny, shrunken limbs that can't be too far off the ground.
And then he has this ancient dresser with the original fun-house mirror in it
so that when I wake up every morning-- and I am at my most visually vulnerable--
I'll look in there and think I'm that kid from "Mask."
You can replace the mirror.
No. He loves the mirror and the bed and the dresser--
oh, and the paintings, did I tell you about the paintings?
- No. - Of sailboats?
There's six of them. Six sailboats waiting to sail me away to an old-folks home,
then, when the wind's right, drop me off at the pearly gates.
I'm hateful and selfish.
No, you're not.
I just want my new house to be perfect.
Half that crap in there was hand-me-downs to begin with.
I had that old bed that Mia let me snag from the Independence Inn.
I just wanted something new.
- You have to tell him. - I can't tell him.
Maybe it's not so bad.
Well, you'll see for yourself on Saturday night. 7:30?
Aye, aye, captain.
Emily, sorry to be so late.
Benson wouldn't stop talking.
The car will be here in 20 minutes to take me to the airport.
Remember, I'm not going to be back until Tuesday,
so you're going to have to deal with Alijandro yourself.
I will leave you the check.
All you have to do is hand it to him and tell him that if there are any problems
I will be back to talk to him on Wednesday.
I hope you told the maid to pack my raincoat.
Forecasts are predicting armageddon, apparently.
Now, I have a stopover in Las Vegas.
Is there anything that you want me to bring you back?
Your safe return, darling, is all I need.
Who the hell are you?
If I knew that, I could dismiss my therapist, couldn't I?
Though she's very hot.
I'm Colin McCrea.
How wonderful for you.
What are you doing in my house?
Put that box down. Both of you. Explain yourselves.
Mr. Gilmore, I'm Colin McCrea. You know my father, Andrew McCrea.
Yes, I know Andrew McCrea. What are you doing in my house?
Where's Mrs. Gilmore?
Don't know, mate. Rory let us in.
We came over to help her move her stuff.
Where?
To her new place of residence.
What do you mean?
Rory's moving out?
I hope so. Otherwise, she'll have nothing to wear tomorrow.
That's preposterous! A person doesn't just move out without a word.
Where is she? Rory!
She already left.
I want an explanation.
We'll have her call you.
You're-- What are you doing with that? That's my tennis racket.
I told you she didn't point to the closet on the right.
Then I have no idea what closet she was pointing to.
I suppose these humidors aren't hers, either.
Pity.
Any chance you're sick of them?
I promise to give them a nice home
and show them a picture of you every year at Christmas.
Very tall man, that one.
They're going to get cold.
Are they different?
- Different than what? - They seem different.
They're nachos. Now eat them.
You used baked chips.
What?
You did, didn't you? You used baked chips and low-fat cheese.
I did not use low-fat cheese.
- How can you tell? - How could you lie?
They taste the same!
Oh, the trust, Luke.
How are we going to make it if you're trying to keep me healthy?
Fine. Forget it. Die at 60.
Bring me a donut while I wait.
Hey, Lane. Yoo-hoo! Lane!
Whoo! Lane, seriously.
I'm landing planes over here.
Lorelai. Hey.
Hey. Fill me up here.
So, how's it going?
Good.
I haven't seen you the last couple days.
I've been working the lunch shift.
Oh.
Something wrong?
Wrong?
Yeah, you're giving me a Valerie Cherish. "I don't wanna see that!"
It's a great show. You should watch it.
- I will. - It's canceled.
- Oh, sorry. - Well, it's not your fault, so...
Wow, what's going on here?
Usually when I come in, you say hi, I say hi,
and you tell me what's going on in your life, and I tell you what's going on in my life.
It's not curing the bird flu or anything, but it's been a nice tradition.
Rory moved in with me.
She... but why? What happened?
I don't know. We haven't had the in-depth conversation yet.
She just said she moved out of her grandparents' house and needed a place to crash.
Wow, that's pretty big.
Yeah.
And she didn't tell me if I could say anything to you, so I just assumed I shouldn't.
Right, I get it. I heard nothing.
So, it's nice of you to let her crash.
She's small. How much room can she take up, right?
Did she bring her books?
Good point.
Are you okay?
Me? Sure. I'm fine.
A little curious, but I'm fine.
- Well, when I know more... - Right.
- Okay. - Okay.
Lunch is served.
Such service.
I'm just in it for the tips.
Underwear first, then pants.
What a shame I'm away from my snare drum.
- Want a soda? - Please. Soda me.
Shampoo's looking low.
I'll get more tomorrow.
Four people in the house sure makes the shampoo go away faster.
I brought my own shampoo, Zach.
Hey, not a judgment, just an observation.
Two paper towels, huh?
Relax, Zach.
Hey, it's cool.
Paper towels don't grow on trees. They cost money.
Use two a day for a month, that's like 60 paper towels.
You're looking at 24 rolls per year.
I'm not staying that long, Zach.
Hey, Lane's casa es su casa, apparently.
Oh, cool! Don't have to strain myself by lifting a full box.
Excellent.
I'm not staying that long, Zach.
She's not staying that long, Zach.
A couple of days, tops.
Yeah? Remember Don?
He came for a couple days, tops, once. Six weeks later, he's still here.
Ate all my cheese nips, but when I confronted him with the box,
he said they were just settling.
Dude had cheese-nip breath as he told me they were just settling.
Oh, my God, Zach, I am not staying that long.
Hello.
Rory Gilmore, please.
This is Rory Gilmore.
Rory, this is Stuart Woltz of the Stamford Eagle Gazette.
Mr. Woltz, yes. Thank you so much for calling me back.
No problem. I got your message.
I'll be happy to give you a reference. I'll even make it a great one.
Really?
Look, I don't really know what happened with you and Mitchum, but from me to you,
you're a sharp kid, and you got a lot going for you.
Anybody would be lucky to have you working for them.
Thank you so much.
I know this'll shock you, but you're not the first person
who couldn't get along with Herr Huntzberger.
It's a pretty big club, actually. Ignore him.
I plan on doing just that.
Good. Okay, so, just have whoever you want call me, and I'll sing your praises.
Sorry I can't hire you at the gazette,
but we don't have any openings right now anyhow, so...
That's okay. The reference will be plenty.
Good luck, Rory.
I expect to hear great things about you someday.
I promise not to let you down. Goodbye, Mr. Woltz.
Yes!
Good news?
References are now officially in order,
which is a relief because I've already sent out 125,000 resumés.
Oh, listen-- I forgot to tell you. I may have done something stupid.
What?
Well, I kind of told Lorelai that you moved in here.
I'm sorry? "Moved in here"?
Zach, there must be something else you can do.
When did you see my mom?
This morning at Luke's. I'm sorry.
I didn't know what to say, if you wanted her to know or didn't want her to know.
It's fine that she knows.
Oh, good.
It's time to get dressed and hit the pavement.
Wait.
Your sandwich.
Thank you.
Sure, just leave your computer plugged in, sucking up all our energy.
Zach.
What? I'm just writing a song.
I can't believe you didn't do anything to the kitchen.
What are you talking about? Look at the brand-new napkin holder.
It used to be a cow. Now it's a much bigger cow.
Fine. Forget it.
Chicken and dumplings going in.
You do know the pile of burgers sitting in the refrigerator
is intended for human consumption.
I never go anywhere without a casserole.
Must make dining out rather awkward.
Look, if by some chance Luke happens to burn the chicken
or overcook the burgers, then we won't starve.
If everything turns out perfect, then you can freeze the casserole
and eat it for the rest of your life.
- Perfect plan. - Forget it.
There is no shame in using a charcoal chimney.
It's a gadget. I don't do gadgets.
It takes twice as long.
You got someplace to be?
No, you just go right ahead and rub those sticks together.
I'll just go learn a language or something.
Bernardo. Riff.
And a real man doesn't use a charcoal chimney.
Oh, so now I'm not a real man?
He is too. I have pictures to prove it.
Do you have a spray bottle?
For what?
To spray the flames down if they get too high.
Or do you just use a hose?
No, he blows them out with his man-breath.
And then he challenges them to an arm-wrestling contest.
And then he insults the flame's mother and sleeps with its girlfriend.
And the next time you come back, you better be carrying food!
Okay, boys are busy. The chicken's in the oven.
- Show me the bedroom set. - Sookie.
I want to see the creepy granny bed.
Oh, I'm trying to rise above it.
Rise above it later. Let's go.
Here it is.
Huh.
It's terrible, right?
- Well, it's... - Terrible?
- ...Really terrible. - I told you.
Ow. Oh, my god.
You can't sleep in this.
Don't worry, I won't-- I'm convinced it's haunted,
and one night Luke will come back from the bathroom
and find nothing but a bloody hook hanging from the cherubs.
Oh, my god. I just saw the cherubs.
Okay, let's think-- maybe if you stripped the wood.
And lit a match?
Throw on a little gasoline.
I can't tell him I hate it.
Yeah, you have to. It's horrible.
Yes, but Luke loves this furniture.
Right. Luke loves this furniture.
Luke loves this furniture.
Luke loves this furniture?
Yes.
Has he seen it?
Has he seen this?
And that-- has he seen that?
Come on.
Oh, now, I know he hasn't seen that.
I'm going to check on the chicken.
Hey, Lore-- haven't said that in a while.
- Is that-- - Anyway, hope you're good.
Hope Rory is good. I wanted to talk to you-- nothing terrifying.
I think I have good news. In fact, I know I have good news.
Anyhow I'm hoping you'll call me back and--
Hey. How's the food coming? I'm starving.
Who was that?
It sounded like Christopher.
Bye-bye.
If you knew who it was, why'd you ask?
Were you going to tell me he called?
Luke, yes.
Then why'd you turn the machine off when I walked in?
- It was a reflex. - Reflex?
Yeah, I panicked. I didn't think. I looked up, and you were standing there.
How long has this been going on?
What?
You talking to Christopher. It's just talking, right?
Yes-- no, no. No talking, no anything. There's nothing going on.
Fine.
Are you leaving?
Burgers are done.
Let's talk about this.
I don't want to argue in front of guests.
Last time we were over, Sookie breast-fed Martha during appetizers. We owe them.
I won't discuss this with people in the house. It's rude.
No, it's rude to silently sulk through dinner and make them feel uncomfortable
because they know we're fighting and we're pretending we're not fighting.
We're not fighting... yet.
So, we're standing in a giant pile of manure, and I am screaming,
"I asked for extra fish heads!"
And he's like, "no, you did not ask for extra fish heads."
Oh, I tell you-- it was hilarious!
And of course all the celery guys are staring,
and then "tomato" George-- we call him "tomato" George.
He's got a loy of extra time on his hands right now 'cause tomatoes are out of season.
Anyhow, he steps in and says,
"I don't want to hear another thing about the fish heads."
He's from Kansas.
The burgers are delicious, Luke.
Oh, yeah, I like them burnt.
You can't get anyone to really burn a burger anymore.
The chicken and dumplings are good, too.
What?
Nice snort.
I didn't snort.
People in Kansas talk funny.
Did I miss something?
Always, honey.
It's nothing, Jackson.
Oh. I bet I know what's going on.
Nothing's going on, Jackson.
Oh, yes, it is.
It is not lost on me that the burgers with my world-famous rub are almost gone,
while your butter burgers are still sitting there on the plate.
You a little humbled now, my friend?
Jackson.
My burgers are better-- admit it! I demand satisfaction.
Sorry. He's just so excited to be around grown-ups.
Hey.
No, it's fine. He's right-- his burgers are better.
Thank you.
I crown thee burger king.
I can admit it.
I have no trouble telling someone something
no matter how uncomfortable it might make them.
Wow. They'll be debating the subtle complexities of that comment for years.
Okay, I did miss something.
- Lorelai and Luke are fighting. - We're not fighting.
No, we don't fight in front of company.
- It's rude. - We wouldn't want to be rude.
It's fine. Just eat.
What's that?
Chicken and dumplings?
Who the hell made chicken and dumplings?
Sookie, our guest, who we don't want to be rude to.
I'm not the one who started this.
I'm sorry. Are we talking about this now?
- You knew how I'd feel. - You have no reason to be upset.
- I don't? You were hiding-- - I wasn't hiding anything.
- You hung up the phone just as I came-- - Didn't let me explain. I was about to tell you.
At that moment, it was not appropriate to talk about it--
So you'd rather just sit and stew and be mad for no reason?
So, it was just a weird coincidence that I walk in
and Christopher happens to be leaving a message,
and it happens to be the first time you've had contact with him in a month?
In a year, Luke! The last time I saw him was the last time you saw him!
Well, I don't believe in coincidences.
This is not fair!
I have a right to expect a little honesty from my fiancé!
You want honesty? I'll give you honesty.
I hate that bedroom set. It's old and creepy, and I hate it.
You told me you loved it.
I have absolutely no memory of coming to your storage unit five years ago
and telling you I love that furniture.
Thank you very much for your honesty about my grandmother's furniture.
Too bad you're not more forthcoming about the other men in your life.
Oh, my god. Enjoy Wisteria Lane, you major drama queen.
I'm done.
Wrap yourself in a towel and trip over a hedge on your way out!
Are you okay?
I'm fine.
I'm sorry, you guys.
Give Paul Anka the burger.
Was it because I brought up my meat rub?
Yes, it was.
Come in.
Okay, see...
Once we're married, you're not going to be able to run away to your clubhouse anymore.
You're going to have to join a rotisserie baseball league with the rest of the men.
When we're married, huh?
Gee, when's that going to be?
I brought you something to eat.
You're going to need sustenance if we're going to go another 10 rounds.
I'm never going to be okay with Christopher being in your life.
I'm always going to have Christopher in my life.
Yeah.
He is... Rory's father. I can't change that.
Today was the first day I heard Christopher's voice in a year, and I would have told you.
We can't hide things from each other.
I know.
I'm not going to like it when Christopher calls, but we have to tell each other everything.
Agreed.
That's the only way this is going to work.
I know.
You really hate the bedroom set?
Oh, I really hate the bedroom set.
But I'm sorry I told you like that.
Yeah, well...
So, how are Sookie and Jackson doing?
I think they enjoyed watching a show for once that didn't have La-La playing the guitar.
Come here.
I want a barbie and a pony and roller skates
and roller skates for the Barbie and for the pony.
No secrets?
Cross my heart and hope to die.
Oh, I hate that saying.
No secrets.
- Luke. - Yeah?
When I was in fifth grade, I told everybody Erik Estrada was my boyfriend
and that we used to make out on his motorcycle.
Stamford Eagle Gazette.
I'll transfer you.
Stamford Eagle Gazette.
I'll transfer you.
Stamford Eagle Gazette.
I'll transfer you.
Stamford Eagle Gazette.
I'll transfer you.
Did Bergman call?
Stamford Eagle Gazette.
Try the New York Times.
What?
Trust me. You want the times.
What are you pointing to?
She's pointing at me.
Stamford Eagle Gazette.
Rory Gilmore.
As you live and breathe.
Uh... I'm sorry. Did we--
No, we didn't have an appointment.
I thought I would come down here and talk to you about a job.
A job?
A beginning staff writer job, to be exact.
I think maybe we got our signals crossed earlier.
I thought I was clear. I don't have any jobs available.
No, you were very clear.
You said you didn't have any jobs available, and I heard you.
I have excellent hearing, among my many other qualifications,
which I have listed here on my resumé,
and my portfolio-- samples of all my writing,
all my work from the Yale Daily News,
plus a couple spec pieces that I've just recently finished,
ideas, potential pitches, theater reviews.
Well, I'm sure this is all--
I know this is very spur-of-the-moment,
but I thought you could find a minute to sit down and talk with me.
About what?
About a job.
But I don't have any job openings.
I know, but earlier, when we were on the phone,
you were so positive and optimistic.
You said so many complimentary things.
I mean, frankly, you made me sound great,
so great that I thought, "hey, you should hire that girl."
I know most of the staff, the rhythm of this place, how it runs--
I know where you keep the pens.
I have personally fixed the copier in that coffee room on more than 10 occasions,
but the bottom line is... Mitchum was wrong.
I am a very good writer, and I have great organizational skills,
yes, but I know how to come at an article.
I have a point of view, a voice, and--
big selling point-- I am a huge bargain.
Rory, these are wonderful points, but I have nothing at this moment.
If you could sit down and talk with me, I bet we could work that out.
I have no time to sit and talk to you today. I'm sorry.
Look, I have sent my resumé to several other papers.
I'm not worried about finding a position.
I'm worried about finding the right position, the right place for me.
I think this is the right place for me.
Well, it's not the right place for you, because there is no place for you.
I have no job openings.
Give me 10 minutes of your time, and I bet I can change your mind.
I don't have 10 minutes.
I would be invaluable to you here.
If I gave you a job, I'd have to fire Harry.
- Five minutes. - Sorry.
That's okay.
I can wait.
Steaks and eggs, tuna melt.
I ordered onions on this.
Yes, you did. I'll be right back.
Caesar, I got onions coming.
This is not rare/medium-rare. It's more like just rare.
Caesar, onions. Gimme.
Add a little medium to this rare.
The stove is going blinky.
No excuses. Let's go, go, go.
Cobb salad, no avocado, no bacon, no blue cheese, Italian dressing on the side.
- Something to drink? - Iced tea, two lemons.
Got it. Caesar, cobb salad, no cobb, just turkey. Where's that burger?
- The stove is going-- - Blinky, I know. Use the broiler.
Luke Danes?
Excuse me. Are you Luke Danes?
Yeah, grab a seat. I'll be with you in a moment.
Iced tea, two lemons.
- But I didn't-- - You're Luke Danes.
Yes, kid, I'm Luke Danes.
What the hell are you wearing?
A bike helmet.
For what kind of bike?
A schwinn.
Okay.
When you fall off your bike, you fall on your face.
You could lose your teeth or hurt your neck.
Whatever. What do you want to eat?
- Nothing. - Then I need the stool space.
You told me to sit here.
I thought you were going to order something.
- Burger, rare! - Where's my onions?
- I forgot the onions. - Get my onions!
Look, kid, whatever you're selling--
I'm not selling anything.
I know, but I'm working. Will you take that thing off?
Okay...
it takes a minute.
Okay...
it's off.
Can I talk to you now?
Talk fast.
I need your hair.
Excuse me?
With the roots.
For what?
I go to Martin Van Buren middle school over on Woodbridge-- do you know it?
No.
Well, every year Samuel Polotsky wins the science fair.
Now, it's very important that I beat him this year because I hate him.
This year I have the perfect project.
I'm going to take hair samples from three men, run DNA tests,
and figure out which one's my father.
What?
My uncle works for a lab in Hartford.
So he's going to oversee me, but I'll be doing the work myself.
I'm sorry. Did you say your father?
See, science fairs have gotten so political lately.
It's no longer the simple act of science being appreciated.
There's got to be a twist, a gimmick, something flashy.
I figure this is perfect--
real science, DNA testing, with a flash of human drama.
"Who's my daddy?"
Huh? Catchy, right?
I don't understand. I'm not--
I have the other two samples. This is my last stop.
I go to the lab tomorrow, and the fair's on the 16th.
And if I win, there's going to be a banquet on the 18th,
and you get to choose any two kinds of spaghetti you want.
There's going to be at least 10 options, though I know what I'm getting--
split order, half mushroom, half muenster cheese.
No.
Yes, that's what I'm getting.
No. I mean, no. I'm-- ow!
Thanks.
Wish me luck!
We can't print the letters, Harry.
What if they're true? What if Gonzalez really is taking these payoffs?
It would make the city-council elections interesting.
We have no idea who's making these accusations.
It could be a hoax, kids with too much time on their hands, no dates for the prom.
It could be a rival candidate. Wouldn't that be fun?
Yes, it would be fun.
Then let's have some fun.
- Hey, Rory. - Hi, Harry.
Okay, so, we don't print the letters,
but if we can track down the person who's sending them.
How?
We do a paper analysis, rummage through trash cans.
Very dignified.
Or call the guy, tell him we know he's sending the letters--
lie-- see if we can smoke him out.
You know, you can use language-analysis software to ID an author
by comparing his writing style to known writing samples.
What?
That's how Joe Klein was unmasked as the author of "primary colors."
Hell, it's worth a try.
Great.
Good idea, Rory.
Thanks, boss.
I'm not your boss.
Not yet, boss, but give me five minutes of your time.
I don't have five minutes.
Okay, I can wait.
Oh, boy.
You know where to find me.
More books.
What is wrong with people?
Don't they know the written word is dead?
Uh, books are back. Oprah says.
Did we order the new box slips yet?
Yes, and the envelopes.
And the linen-delivery service has been replaced
by one that actually has trucks that turn on.
And I hired a horse whisperer because cletus has been acting very needy lately,
and I get enough of that from you.
Well, you're just perfect.
And I got a call from someone who wanted a job reference for Rory.
What?
Don't worry. I said nice things.
I did not mention how she used to steal stamps and sit in my chair.
I said she was very responsible and a hard worker,
and now you owe me the weekend off.
A job reference?
- Yes. - From who?
Excuse me?
Who was calling? Who was inquiring? Who was asking?
Someone who needed to hire someone.
- What kind of job was it? - I don't know.
What was the name of the company?
He told me but I do not remember.
- Michel. - What?
I'm not an answering machine. I do not have "Sony" stamped on my forehead.
Michel--
Forget it.
Hello?
Lorelai, your mother's missing.
What?
I came home from Seattle, and she wasn't here.
The bed doesn't look like it's been slept in.
You have maids, dad. They probably made the bed.
Your mother fired the maid.
As far as I know, a new one hasn't been hired yet.
Plus, I haven't heard from her in two days.
I had a couple of phone calls yesterday, but they were fuzzy.
I couldn't hear the other person, and then they hung up.
Well, that could have been mom.
Rory's moved out. Did you know this?
Yes, I heard. What happened?
I don't know what happened.
I came home the other day and two strange boys were in my house moving Rory's things.
She didn't even tell me she was going.
Did she and mom have a fight?
How would I know? I don't know where your mother is.
Did you call her cell?
No, I did not call her cell.
In addition to losing my wife, I lost all control of my faculties.
Of course I called her cell!
Well, I don't know what to tell you, Dad. I haven't heard from mom or Rory.
I'm calling the club.
If you hear anything, you must call me immediately.
- I will. - Don't be smart.
I'm not being smart. If I hear anything, I'll call.
Fine.
Hey.
What's wrong?
Is something wrong?
Are you upset? Did Luke bring home his great-aunt's living room set?
I don't want coffee.
Okay, well, that's your choice.
Something's going on, Sookie.
- What? - I don't know.
Rory moved out, and my mother is AWOL.
They must have had a fight or something.
Something happened there, something big,
and of course I don't have Rory's cellphone number
because I had to give her space like a big, stupid idiot.
I should have my head examined. Remind me to have my head examined.
Rory moved out?
And my mother is missing, and my father's a basket case, and I don't know what to think.
Hi, mom, it's Lorelai. You have got to call me when you get this message.
Dad is frantic, and we don't know where you are,
so just call my cellphone as soon as possible.
We just want to know that everything's all right.
Okay, bye.
What do you think all that's about?
I don't know, but I'm going to go find out.
- Hey, Lorelai. - Hey. Brian, I'm looking for Rory.
Oh, she's not here.
She is staying here, right?
Right.
And if you see her, you might want to mention that we're mysteriously out of dish soap.
We're also out of sponges.
We are? You didn't tell me we were out of sponges.
Lorelai, come on.
Come on what, Zach?
I'm just saying-- she's your daughter.
Maybe you should chip in a little rent.
Zach, didn't you guys use my garage as rehearsal space, rent free, for about two years?
Three, actually.
Three years. Thank you, Brian.
So, I'll tell you what, Zach. Why don't I give you $40 for Rory,
and you can give me $1,200 for the garage? What do you think? We got a deal?
Hey, whoa, relax. I was just joking. We're cool.
You want to come in and wait?
I'm good. Thanks for the offer.
Hello? Mom, thank god.
Have you called dad?
Where are you?
What? What are you--
Okay, just stay there, mom.
Now, what was the hangar number again?
Mom?
I'm in the cockpit!
Add that to the list of things I never thought I'd hear my mother say.
Hello, Lorelai. What are you doing here?
Oh, I was just in the neighborhood, you know.
How about you? What are you doing here?
I'm looking at a plane.
Because?
Because you don't buy a plane without looking at it first. I'm not Elvis.
My mistake. I thought you were.
I apologize for sending those policemen badges for Christmas.
Mom, dad is pretty worried about you.
He is?
Yes, he said you didn't come home last night.
I didn't?
He said the bed hadn't been slept in, and you're between maids.
For heaven's sake-- I did that.
People don't even think I can make a bed? I can make a bed.
I usually wind up remaking the bed after the maid makes it
because she made it wrong the first place.
I wonder if these seats could be moved around.
- Mom. - Yes?
You're not going to buy a plane.
Tell your father I'm fine and I'll be home in an hour.
Mom.
If you're not going to leave, then help.
Hold this up to the window.
This plane is a time-share.
We'll share it with three other people.
The pilot is always on call, which means we can go anywhere we want at the drop of a hat.
Where would you want to go at the drop of a hat?
Anywhere, everywhere.
I could travel with your father when he works.
You can do that now.
I can join him later if I don't want to leave when he leaves.
You can do that now.
Well, you and Luke can borrow it.
You can take it up to Maine for lobster rolls or down to Florida for some sun.
This fabric is just horrible. It all has to go.
Mom, you can't replace the fabric.
"Mom, you can't replace the fabric, mom, you can't buy a plane."
It's a time-share. You have to share it with three other people.
Then I'll buy the whole damn plane myself!
Okay, sorry.
You know what? I am tired of all this. I am tired of your attitude toward me.
You look at me as a thing of amusement...
I don't.
...Something to be pitied, to feel sorry for.
"Poor, out-of-touch Emily. She has nothing.
She lives to organize parties and frivolous affairs.
Who would want to do that? To be that?"
Mom, I've never thought that.
If I want a plane, I'll buy a plane!
Okay, good, go for it.
It's my fault that Rory dropped out of Yale.
It's my fault that she didn't go back.
It's my fault that she's with Logan, that she's not happy.
It's my fault. It's all my fault.
It's not your fault.
That's right-- it's not my fault!
I did nothing but take care of her.
I bought her clothes. I got her a job. I guided her.
I threw parties for her and introduced her to new people, new things, and she just...
The way she talked to me-- you would have been very proud.
- No. - Oh, yes.
She looked at me just like you used to,
with that defiant, "who are you to be telling me what to do?" sort of look.
Then she left--
packed her things and moved out when I wasn't even there to see her go.
No "thank you." No "goodbye."
You would have been very, very proud.
Mom.
Just let me buy my plane, Lorelai.
Let me be frivolous and shallow, won't you, please?
Okay.
It's not the same, mom,
what happened with Rory.
It's not the same.
I lost her like I lost you. It feels remarkably similar to me.
You didn't lose her like you lost me.
She was never supposed to be there in the first place.
She was always supposed to be at school.
She just went back where she belonged.
And you didn't lose me.
Take that up with Mr. Abramson.
Hold, please.
Three sugars, nonfat milk.
Thank you, sweetheart.
God, you make good coffee.
I've had years of training.
You got someone on hold.
Right.
Thank you for calling. How may I help you?
Rory Gilmore.
Yes, boss?
Is this your portfolio?
Part of it. I've got more here if you need it.
Clippings and pitches...
You do not go into other people's offices and leave things on their desks.
I know. I'm sorry.
I'm the editor of this paper, for god's sake. My office is private.
And very tidy.
Stay out of my office.
Five minutes.
You read it?
I don't see you moving.
Did you like it?
I remember something about you being a bargain?
Oh, thank you, boss. You won't be sorry, boss.
Hey, you're not going to have to fire Harry, are you?
Hi.
What are you doing here?
Oh, I just came down to see the potato clock.
Hmm.
It's amazing a potato can do that.
Potatoes are extraordinary.
So, I guess, uh...
Yeah. It's you.
And you're sure?
Absolutely.
You want to see my report?
Uh, yeah.
Oh. It's big.
Wow, you... sure wrote a lot of... things here.
Hey, wait. There's a word in here I know.
So, you're, uh... smart, huh?
I've never been tested.
But you... you did all this, so you must be smart.
April Nardini? So, your last name is Nardini?
Yes.
So, your mom is...
Anna.
Yes.
Oh, Anna. Wow.
I haven't seen Anna in--
- About 12 years? - Yeah.
So, uh... how is she? Is she good?
Yes.
Well, you know, that's...
Anna Nardini.
Oh, boy. Uh, I think I... I have to sit down.
- You want my stool. - Yeah, thanks.
Thanks-- I'm just a little overwhelmed here.
You want a Capri Sun?
No, that's okay.
So, I'm your father.
Yes.
I didn't know about you.
I know.
If I did, I would have, uh...
Yeah, it's-- it's me. Hi.
I think I'm better now.
Are you sure?
Yeah. That's fine.
Okay.
So, sorry you didn't win.
It's okay.
I feel a little responsible.
The solar pizza oven took first. Environmentalism is very in right now.
Right, well...
Oh. Here.
Oh, you can keep it. I've got copies.
Okay, thanks.
So, you want to get some ice cream or something?
I can't. The winners have to give a presentation at 6:00.
Right.
Should I stay?
Why?
Right. Okay.
So, I guess...
I'll go.
Okay. Thanks for coming by.
Yeah. Thanks for the report.
I'll pick up a scientific dictionary on the way home, see if I can figure out what it says.
Norton makes a good one.
Norton-- got it. Okay. Okay.
Okay.
There are some graham crusts that people are not pre-baking
before the cheesecake batter goes in. So, this is getting to exactly--
Hey. Paul Anka.
Fetch.
Ah, that's it. Let it get a head start.
Yes, hello?
- Mom? - Rory?
- I got a job! - What? Where?
At the Stamford Gazette. It pays less than I'll spend on gas to get there,
but it's a job-- a writing job.
Yes!
And I'm going back to Yale.
I already called them and I talked to my dean, and it's all arranged.
I just have to find someplace to live, but I'll figure it out.
- And this is what you want? - Yes.
- Are you sure? - Yes.
Oh, Rory!
I moved out of grandma's house.
Yeah, I know, I heard.
- Are you home? - Oh, no, I'm not.
Okay, I know you're home, but can I come over?
Yes! Yes! Come over!
'Cause I'm staying at Lane's, and I don't know if you want me to, but--
Tell Lane you're moving out and get your butt over here right now.
Well, okay, if you insist.
Oh, my god.
What?
You look just so much more silver than I remembered.
Now, come on. Is it too much to expect after a lengthy separation
to get some sort of heartfelt greeting?
Oh, I'm sorry.
You're sorry? I'm sorry.
I was so mixed-up.
I should have pulled you out of there.
I was stupid.
No, I was stupid.
I was more stupid.
Oh, boy. Time to get you back to Yale.
I love you, mom.
Oh... kid, you have no idea.
Rory's back.
What?
She's back.
She's back at home, she's back at school,
she got a job, and she did it all on her own.
She's at Lane's picking up her things, and then we're going to pull a major all-nighter.
We need burgers, fries, onions rings, and anything else you can think of.
Oh-- I'm going to go next door and pick up some ice cream at Taylor's.
She's back.
We can set the date.
We can get married now because Rory's back.
Don't skimp on the fries. We don't want to lose her again.