LORELAI: I love them. SOOKIE: I love them, too.
With unbridled passion. Good one, huh?
I love horse humor.
These guys are the best I've got. 'Cause they're so sweet.
Michel, come on over. Meet our two new employees.
You know that I do not care for the animal kingdom.
Want me to hold them for you? I've got a couple of others interested.
Yes, definitely hold them.
It's Rory. Talk please.
Hi, Rory, it's me. How's school? You learning stuff?
Listen, we have the horses, Desdemona and Cletus.
And the first two rides have to be me and you.
Hopefully you're over the time that I took you for the pony ride, the pony was old...
and it stopped and laid down, and you rolled off into the ditch.
It's really not likely to happen again.
I promise. So, call me.
Tom, how do you like our new horses?
Very fragrant. Follow me.
He's real busy. Don't judge him too harshly.
Guys, how's National Goof-Off Day going?
That's what I thought.
We got downstairs hardware being delivered on Wednesday morning.
- Yippee! - Yeah, it excites me, too.
It would be exciting to have one of you here to see if it's the right stuff.
Otherwise, things would come to a crashing halt.
I got back-to-back meetings on Wednesday and one of them is in Hartford.
I can be here.
No, I can't. Davey has a checkup that morning.
- Can you move it? - This doctor's really booked. I can try.
- Michel? - I'm at the Tally Rand...
making the money that keeps me from having to stand at expressway off-ramps...
selling bags of cherries.
Okay, I guess I can move some things around...
[Phone ringing]
- What is that? - That's your phone.
Whose phone? Our phone?
I installed it this morning.
You wanted your phone running, right? To take reservations?
- Oh, my God. - Our first reservation.
Quick, answer before they hang up.
- Hello? - Dragonfly.
- Say "Dragonfly Inn." - I mean, Dragonfly Inn.
Hello.
Why, yes! We are taking reservations.
Our opening day is May 6.
May 8 and 9, okay, great.
Let me just check.
Okay.
You got it, and you're getting our best room. Let me get your information here.
Yes. Okay.
And your number?
Okay, "7873."
Got your name. Got your number. Got you down for May 8 and 9.
Thank you, Mr. Turner. See you then.
We're up and running.
- But you wrote it down on a gum wrapper. - So?
It's embarrassing. This is an historical document.
Who cares what she wrote it down on?
Big Red wrapper.
Juicy Fruit would have been better?
MICHEL: Well, I'm going to go out and get a value pack...
for when things really start getting busy around here.
Mom, it's me. I left you a message at home, too.
I love that you got horses.
As far as that pony ride when I was a kid...
you're forgetting one little tidbit there.
That pony did not lie down. He died, okay?
And then the owner dragged him away by the back legs.
Every time I use glue I think of him. I'll watch you ride. How's that?
Call me back, bye.
- What are you doing here? - I live here.
But you have Game Theory class in 15 minutes.
I thought I would lie down for a while.
You were up too late last night. I should've said "Lights out."
- I had to finish my paper. - Your brain needs sleep.
- It can sleep when I finish. - And then there'll be another paper.
- Mom. - You know what I mean.
- You look out for me. - That's what I do. Go lay down.
- Yes, ma'am. - And stay off drugs.
What's that smell?
It's the smoke from my soldering iron.
I love it. I love burning things.
I love the hot tip of my soldering iron as it liquefies metal and singes...
Honey, how long you been doing that?
- Three hours. - Take a break.
Good, you're all here, so we can clear this up.
I found this lying around, and it must belong to one of you...
because who else would have clothing here? I ask you.
Anyone?
- Paris. - Anyone?
You know, maybe I misspoke. It may not be a shirt.
Anyone lose a car cover? Anyone?
Knock it off.
I'm just trying to find a way to tell you that your behemoth boyfriend...
is getting too comfortable around here. And I speak for everyone.
- Leave me out of this. - Me, too.
I don't want to walk into our bathroom and find him sitting on the john...
- shooting up steroids. - He doesn't take steroids.
Meaning that unsightly girth is nature-given?
- He must curse God nightly. - Enough.
And the shirt! Stick a pole in it, Cirque du Soleil could start selling tickets.
He's big, Paris. She got it.
Why does he have his name written on the back?
So it's easy to check when he forgets it?
Although if he checks it while he's wearing it he'd have to look in a mirror...
and think his name was Dlobeelk and get confused all over again.
Bitter little woman.
If he's gonna continue being an unwelcome guest in our place...
I emphasize the word "our," keep him penned in your room.
- Jealousy doesn't become you. - What jealousy?
- Break it up, guys. - Nor does makeup or a hairstyle.
- Can it, blondie. - You drove your own boyfriend away...
- so you hate that anyone else has one. - Please.
Why don't you go sit alone in your room and start getting used to...
how the rest of your life's gonna be.
- I'm not alone. - Really?
Who do you have besides your poster of Noam Chomsky?
- Who do I have? - Yeah.
That's what I thought. Very sad.
I'm gonna grab Barbie's neck and squeeze until her hair falls out and she's dead.
Are you staying? I wanted to close my eyes for a while.
I should just tell her Asher Fleming's my man.
So she can compare her circa-1972 Lou Ferrigno with him.
Then tell her. Put this to rest.
We're keeping it on the down-low. You're the only person that knows.
Then you'll have to swallow stuff like that and not let it get to you.
He smells. That fat tub of hers smells.
Did you keep your notes when you took Major English Poets?
- I've got them somewhere. - Can I borrow them?
'Cause that means I can skip a class this week. Buys me two hours.
I taught Asher that phrase, "On the down-low."
- He called it delightful. - It's a delightful phrase.
Maybe it's not Janet's boyfriend that I can't be around.
Maybe I just can't be around boys, because I have a man.
Yes, that's it. Resting now.
[Phone ringing]
LORELAI: Wait.
I've got nothing cute to say for my message.
Puppies. There, that's cute. Now leave yours.
RORY: Hello? Pick up. LORELAI: Wait, I'm here.
I'm running as we speak...
to not be late for my first official day as a full-fledged food-hall card-swiper.
I'm no longer a trainee. After 90 minutes of rigorous training...
I am fully independent and in no need of supervision.
Whoops, sorry!
Just ran into somebody, and he's down.
I assume you're really proud of me. Later.
Wait, hold it. I'm coming.
Rory, I'm here.
Of course, you had to be in a big hurry.
- It's Rory. Talk please. - Hi.
Of course I'm proud. Card swiping, who knew you had it in you?
Not I! I'm sorry I can't be there to witness this moment.
It's certainly as big a moment as your first baby step...
and your first fall on your face, which came back-to-back.
Hopefully somebody's taking lots of pictures.
Call my cell or call me at Jason's. We've got to stop meeting like this. Bye.
Rory, if you're gonna ignore me, I might as well go hang out...
with my ex-girlfriend. It's the same thing.
- Sorry, Glen. - Everyone is going to be sorry one day.
Everyone.
You really gotta stop watching Taxi Driver, Glen.
Did you want me to... It works for me.
Hello.
Rory. Hi, it's Dean.
Dean, hi.
- Bad time? - No.
I just thought you would be my mom...
but my mom doesn't speak in a resonant basso prof undo.
- A what? - I'm babbling.
So I wanted to run something by you to see if it was okay.
- Sure. - You know the contractor, Tom?
- Grumpy-puss? - That's him.
He's offered me a job working on his crew.
It's good pay, flexible hours.
- Excellent. - At the inn. Your mom's inn.
- Is that okay? - The Dragonfly?
If it's not okay, I won't do it.
Why wouldn't it be okay?
It would put you and me around each other...
and I didn't know how awkward that would be.
No. Dean, it's fine. It wouldn't be awkward at all.
- You sure? - Tom knows quality. Take the job.
Good. I just didn't know where we stood after my wedding and all.
You guys didn't come.
I'm so sorry about that.
- It was short notice. - And we got jammed on some things.
But you got our gift?
Lindsay spins a salad in it every night.
That's weird, considering we got you a toaster.
- No, you didn't. - I'm joshing you.
I guess I'll take the job.
Are you still going to school?
Part-time, but everything's good.
- I've got a five-year plan. - Five years.
Cool. I've got about the next two-and-a-half hours planned...
and then there's just darkness and possibly some dragons.
I made the plunge. I got my own cell phone.
I thought you sounded a little cell-phoney.
Lindsay and her mom got a good deal on a family plan...
so I signed up.
It was time.
You know, I don't even know your number anymore.
- I can give you this one. - Actually, I can just save it.
- You are officially part of my phone log. - Good.
Well, I'll let you go...
- and I'll see you once in a while. - Inevitably.
You'll have to tell me what that bass thing was that you said.
- Something to look forward to. - Bye.
Come on. Step up. Don't be mice.
No, we did pick a tile for the bedroom suite bathroom, I remember...
Make it a semicolon before the clause about interest rates, keep reading.
Eight weeks ago? Ten weeks ago?
No, it is okay to end a sentence with a preposition. I read it in Safire's column.
I don't remember the tile. I do remember the color. White.
Safire, he came up with "nattering nabobs of negativism" for Agnew.
No, I meant the tile was white, but the guy was, too.
Agnew was Nixon's Vice President. Can you just please keep reading?
Over 200 shades of white? I did not know that.
With "sincerely yours," et cetera, forge my signature and get it out tonight.
- We'll look at the samples again. Bye. - I'll see you tomorrow. Thank you.
Okay, I am done.
Round two?
This is very romantic.
I'm over here arguing about tile...
you're over there arguing about William Safire...
whatever happened to the cigarette after sex?
Trust me, William Safire is much hotter.
We're the all-business corporate couple.
Brought to you by Marriott.
[Cell phone ringing]
- I gotta get that. - No.
I told Rory to call me here. Hello?
Guess who's demanding we all make an appearance at lunch?
- Mom. - Your grandmother is coming back...
- from Palm Beach. - What are you doing?
Your father has to run over to her house to open it up for her.
And then she will be coming here for the evening...
to berate me and tell me that my couch has some sort of smell.
- That sounds fun. - She wants to have lunch...
sorry, a luncheon, the day after tomorrow.
You, me, your father, and apparently she wants to meet Jason.
All we need is that filthy Eminem fellow to make it a perfect afternoon for me.
I tried to track to him down, Mom, but he might be on tour.
Just be here on time, and get your hair cut.
You looked like the bird lady from Mary Poppins the last time I saw you.
I've been very busy lately.
I don't care how busy you've been, Lorelai...
if your hair looks a mess, it will be my fault...
and I don't need that responsibility. I'll see you at noon.
- What are you doing? - Getting undressed.
- You were already undressed. - My mother called.
- So? - I can't talk to my mother naked.
- How would she know? - She'd know.
Is it, like, a super power? She can hear naked people?
Yes, she can.
She can hear sin and depravity and all sorts of lustful things.
Boy, do I wish I could get bitten by that radioactive spider.
Please try to work me in.
My hair is long and unmanageable, and I need that scalp-massaging thing...
that Cindy does after she washes my hair.
It makes me think I'm in Tahiti.
They put pipes in the kitchen. We're almost able to run water.
Sookie, give me a second here.
Is Cindy there? She's usually able to work me in.
I'm not trying to go around you. Cindy and I are old friends.
They are beautiful pipes. The pipes are really big.
- The pipes will be there in two minutes? - Sure.
It won't take long. It's an easy cut. I'm very low maintenance.
I might not seem like it now, but I'd be a delight to have in the place...
and I'll even dry my own hair. I'll bring my own blow dryer.
Yes?
Tomorrow? Yes.
11:00, I'll be there. Thank you.
Hi, Lorelai.
- Dean. So you're working here? - Yeah.
I thought Rory would have told you.
- Rory and I keep missing each other. - I'm here, and your hair looks fine to me.
You're very kind.
Lorelai, can I talk to you and Sookie over here for a minute?
- See you. - Bye.
Sook?
- Tom, I gotta tell you, these pipes! - She's very thrilled about the pipes.
They're terrific pipes. And you got that fancy sink coming in tomorrow morning.
They can't install it until I see it, because I have very specific sink needs.
They won't even leave it without your approval.
Can you guys give us a little space here?
You okay, Tom?
- Now this is kind of tricky. - What is?
- You know I like you two, right? - We know that.
I gotta deal with jerks in my business, yelling at you when it's not your fault...
bugging you about budget increases you got no control over. You don't do that.
You always smell good, too. That's a plus.
So maybe the checks are getting lost in the mail. I'm guessing it's like that.
What checks? Our checks?
It's just, in the last few weeks, we've been having some cash flow issues.
This is hard.
- Are we not paying him? - I've been wanting to talk to you, Tom.
- We're not paying him? - We are, just not the way we should be.
It's been an avalanche lately.
You got a lot happening here, all at once.
I feel very antsy right now...
like I just ate some dark chocolate and drank an espresso.
Let me talk to Tom for a second.
We'll clear it up, really. Go.
Boy, I'm sorry about this. It's just been a deluge.
It's the home stretch, that's usually when a deluge hits.
I was talking to the bank about a line of credit...
- but they didn't go for it. - Banks suck.
I meant to talk to you sooner.
If I don't get paid, I can't pay my guys, then they tend to stop showing up.
- Do you have to shut down? - I can keep it going a while longer.
For the jerks, I'd shut down. You guys, no.
Thank you.
Thanks, Tom.
- Now, hug? No hug. - I'm kind of dirty.
How about if you whistle at me later in front of the guys when I walk by?
- Drive them nuts. - You got it.
I should have talked to you sooner.
- Are we dead broke? - Getting there.
We will start cutting corners.
I don't need that big, fancy stove from France.
- We'll skip that. - No way.
It's too expensive, and I don't want it that much.
You have four pictures in your wallet.
One of Jackson, one of the baby, and two of that stove.
You're getting that stove.
- We could drop the horses. - Desi and Cletus? Over my dead body.
The upkeep is astronomical.
- Maybe if we drop one of the horses. - Who's making that choice, Sophie?
How about Jackson? Would he be willing to put up anything?
He just bought a bunch of farm equipment. He's strapped.
Are you suddenly on super fantastic terms with your parents?
If by fantastic, you mean are we as close as that one-armed surfer girl...
and the shark, then yes.
- Then what about Luke? - What about him?
- He's offered before. - Out of pity.
We're pretty damn pitiable right now.
- He's our friend. - He's more than that.
And he's a hermit, so we know he's got money...
and if he didn't want to lend it to you he would tell you.
That would be embarrassing.
More than Tom almost crying 'cause we're not paying him?
No, I guess not.
I'll put my thinking cap on, you put yours on...
and if we come up with someone better, we'll talk.
- But we'll keep Luke as a last resort. - Last resort.
JANET: This is ridiculous, Paris. PARIS: He can sit in your room.
- I'm getting ready. - He can sit in the hallway.
- What's your problem? - I'll tell you my problem, Andre.
Last time you sat on our couch, your mesomorphic frame carved a crater in it.
- It was like sitting in a bucket. - You're so full of it.
Kids were skateboarding up and down it.
Gandalf the Gray is still falling down it. It was a big hole.
- What does "mesomorphic" mean? - Means you've got a fat ass.
- Just ignore her and sit, Klee. - Do not sit, Klee.
- It's my place, too. - Yours, not that Brobdingnagian twit's.
Everybody I bring here has to pass your anal standards?
He has to pass through the door without damaging the frame.
- Forget it. Just come into my room. - Good.
- Got another hot night at the library? - He's still in here.
There's nothing like the bitterness of the lonely.
Nice addition, Potsie.
Go put on your spinster dress.
I'm moving. Or she is. One of us has gotta go.
- I really hate when you guys fight. - Calling me a spinster.
I should stick a javelin in her brain.
- You should tell her about the professor. - What?
What did you say?
Just that she thinks you're not dating. You are, aren't you? Asher Fleming?
So, busy-busy. I know you are, too. I think I'm coming down with swipe wrist.
It's like carpal tunnel, only swipier. Call me if you have suggestions...
on how to combat this, or if you have Jerry Lewis' number...
his next telethon should be for me.
- Rory. - Paris, you scared me.
- You told... -Come here. - I'm working.
- Swipe them yourself, people. - What?
- You told Lane about me and Asher? - What?
That was a secret between you and me. You're the only one I told.
- I just told Lane. - She was blabbing it around our suite.
That doesn't sound like Lane.
She probably told everyone. Who else did you blab it to?
- I didn't blab it, I just told Lane. - That's blabbing.
I told her before she had any connection to Yale.
- She wasn't living here. - She shouldn't be.
- What? - She knows too much.
- Are you going to kill her? - No one else knows?
- No. - Your milkman, your minister?
Just Lane. I can tell her not to bring it up ever again...
especially at Yale, especially in our room.
- She shouldn't be here. - It's temporary.
The suite's crowded enough with the four of us plus the Jolly Green Giant...
and everyone else passing through.
- You're mad at what she said. - Janet and Tanna think so, too.
- No, they don't. - We've talked. Ask them.
- I will. After my shift. - I know you like having her around.
That she brings back memories of those sunshiney Stars Hollow days...
when you would skip through fields of flowers and sing Carpenters songs.
But she doesn't belong here, she belongs there.
And do me a favor and stop blabbing.
Hi.
- Hi. - Hello.
Janet?
Could you stop sit-upping for a sec?
I'm done. What's up?
- Well, Paris... - Don't talk to me about Paris.
I know, she said some stupid things.
- What a tremendous shock. - Yeah.
And I'm a little mad that she dragged you two into it.
What did she drag us into?
She said that you guys weren't happy that Lane is still staying here...
which is weird because Lane has been practically invisible.
When she's not cleaning the bathroom...
or picking up out here or bringing us coffee.
And that's not true, that you're tired of her being here, is it?
- That's just Paris. - It is a little weird.
It is?
- It's kind of close quarters in here. - I know.
- She doesn't go here. - I know that, too.
JANET: It's weird.
- You guys have all talked about it? - We thought she'd be gone by now.
TANNA: I'm not good at confrontations.
Personally, I'd vote Paris out over Lane in a heartbeat...
but Paris goes here.
I see.
- Are you mad? - No.
Carry on.
How was work?
Fine. Dull.
- You gonna study some more? - I'm gonna have to.
- You look very serious. - Yeah.
- Paris talk to you? - Yeah.
- She was very mad. - Yes.
I'm out, aren't I?
It's okay. It couldn't last forever, it's time.
It's not time.
- Let me talk to them again. - No. It's time.
I can't be here forever. I don't even go here.
The janitor's always here. He doesn't go here.
- He works here. - So get a job here.
- Jobs here are for the students. - The janitor's not a student.
- You know what I mean. - So enroll.
- Go to Yale. - Or be a janitor.
Yale, janitor, in 100 years, we'll all be dead. It's all the same.
This hasn't been fair to anyone here. I need to go.
I'll go tomorrow morning.
We used to talk about living together. Remember, when we were little?
I know.
It was going to be a house made of cheese.
We had much debate about that.
It was down to chocolate, cheese, or Brillo Pads.
- Why Brillo Pads? - I think that just made us laugh.
- You brought Stars Hollow here. - I'll visit. I promise.
Good.
Maybe one day we'll live in a house made of cheese.
I hope so.
I love shampoo sinks.
They're like a hot tub for your head.
Leanne, don't tell Cindy, but you're better. Much better. Those hands.
[Cell phone ringing]
Not now.
- Ignore it. - It could be my daughter.
We've been missing each other for days.
- Sorry. - Okay.
Hello?
No, this is she.
No, Sookie's there. Yes, it was all arranged.
You've looked everywhere? In the kitchen, near the pipes? Did you look there?
No, don't leave, please.
I'll get someone down there to sign for it. Just please don't leave.
I know. Ten minutes. Okay.
Sookie, where are you?
SOOKIE: Hi, this is Sookie and Jackson and Davey. And Davey wants to say hello, too.
JACKSON: Go ahead Davey, say hello.
Come on, say hi.
JACKSON: He's licking the phone. SOOKIE: Don't lick the phone.
JACKSON: Little Peepers, does the phone taste good?
For God's sake.
SOOKIE: I think it tastes like candy.
JACKSON: Do you want to say it tastes like candy?
SOOKIE: He waved!
Okay, so here comes the beep.
Shorten it, de-cute it, and call me back.
MICHEL: Tally Rand Hotel, may I help you?
Michel, good. Listen, emergency. Can you...
You are not going to believe this.
Celine Dion is here. I'm not five feet away from her.
Cool, spiffy, is there any way you could...
My heart is pounding through my chest.
She's so beautiful.
She's very pretty. Listen!
She's lovelier in person than she is on TV, and so nice.
I've only heard good things about her. Can you please...
And I have a pimple today. Of all the days to have a pimple.
Michel, listen. Can you get to the inn? It's really important...
and Sookie didn't show and I'm desperate.
- I can't get away. - I've got wet hair.
She sneezed. I should give her my hanky.
Forget it. I'll talk to you later.
Leanne, what can you do for my hair in two minutes?
I figured.
[Banging at door]
Coming. Okay, I'm coming.
You said you would meet the sink guy at the inn.
- I did? - Yes, Sookie, you did.
You said you would meet him to approve the sink and sign for it.
- Tom could have done that. - No, Sookie, Tom couldn't have done that.
Because you insisted that you had to approve the sink before it was installed.
- I did? - Yeah.
I did, didn't I?
Shoot! Oh, sugarfoot.
If there was ever a time to use the real word, this would be it.
Just call them, and have them deliver the sink tomorrow.
No, Sookie, they can't deliver the sink tomorrow.
- Why? - Because they sent it back to Canada.
- Why would they do that? - Because that's where its mother is.
I'm sorry, I got no sleep last night. Davey
cried forever. I finally got him to sleep...
and I must have fallen asleep with him.
Sookie, I was counting on you. Now they have to reship it back here...
which means we have to repay the shipping fee.
- Why didn't you call Michel? - I did. He couldn't come.
You want coffee? I am so tired. This is so typical.
He's always complaining about not being included and then...
he finally gets a chance, and he won't come.
Sookie, Michel has a job. We're not paying him.
- I know, but still. - Sookie. Stop, turn, look.
- What do you think of my hair? - Too much product.
Sookie, for the past six weeks, I have taken every meeting.
I have been at the inn around the clock. I haven't had a second for myself.
All I asked for was just one hour to get my hair done...
and two seconds into the shampoo, I get a call from a guy who sounds like...
a Kids in the Hall character telling me to get to the inn to okay a sink...
that I don't know how to okay because I don't know what makes it okay.
You know what makes it okay, that's why you said you would...
- be there to say if it was okay. - I'm sorry I missed the meeting...
- but I have a baby here. - Yes, I know, believe me.
- That's all I've heard about lately. - Excuse me for procreating.
- We have a business we're launching. - I missed a meeting.
- Every meeting. - I said I'm sorry.
I don't need you to be sorry. I need you to be there.
What do you want me to do? I have a baby.
Sookie, we're drowning here. I wasn't supposed to do everything by myself.
- That's why I have a partner. - I didn't know I was gonna be pregnant...
- when we decided to open the inn. - If you'd known, we wouldn't be partners?
No! I mean... This isn't the stuff I'm supposed to help with, anyhow.
- What are you talking about? - The planning, the decision making...
I've never been any good at that. My part comes later, when we open the inn.
- I need you before then. - I'm doing the best I can.
Fine. I have to go.
What are we gonna do about the sink?
[Davey crying]
- Hey, Luke. - Lane, you're back in town?
- Well, yeah. As of today. - You're not staying with Rory anymore?
It was kind of time for me to move on, considering I don't actually go to Yale.
- You need some help? - Nope, I'm good.
- I've been waiting for 10 minutes. - Sorry, not even close to the record.
Listen, I was wondering if I could maybe get my job back.
I know I was wrong to take off like that. I totally left you in the lurch.
I'm willing to work overtime hours for nothing, if you'd give me another chance.
- Sure. - Really?
My God, thank you, Luke. Should I start right now?
- Yes. - Your shift tonight will be fine.
Okay, my shift tonight. I'll be here.
Lorelai. I really want to thank you.
- You're very welcome. For what? - For letting me stay with you.
- You're staying with me? - Yes.
- And I knew this? - Rory told you.
- Rory told me, yeah! - She did tell you, right?
- She said she was gonna call. - Hey, Mom. Lane needs to stay with you...
- I guess you're staying with me. - Is that okay?
- It's okay. Make sure your mom knows. - I will. See you at home.
- Thanks, Luke, see you later. - We'll be here.
- Sit down, Ed. Pigs, gluttons. - Customers.
- How can people eat this much? - This isn't all for one person, Luke.
It's disgusting. It's making me sick to my stomach.
Have you ever thought that maybe you're in the wrong industry?
I should get rid of the plates. Make them all strap on a feedbag.
Hang bells around their necks. Enter them in county fairs.
Come again soon. See you.
Listen, could you hit the pause button on the rant for just a sec?
What do you need?
I was wondering if we could have dinner tonight.
Dinner?
I need to discuss something with you, and I thought we could do it over dinner.
- Unless you and Nicole have... - She's in Boston this week.
- How about Silvano's? 8:00. - Why don't you come here? I can make...
No, this isn't diner talk. It's more official.
Are you being drafted?
- Yes, that's it. - You have to wear a tie at Silvano's.
No, just a jacket. You can take it off as soon as we sit down.
- Okay, 8:00. - I'll see you there.
- Love the hat. - Living on a prayer, baby.
- Hello, Lane. - Hello, Mrs. Kim.
- I'm staying at Lorelai's. - Wear socks.
Okay.
LORELAI: and I'll return your call as soon as possible. Thanks.
I'm on my way to my professor's office, to ask him a question...
about his last lecture, because my pen was giving out...
and I can't read my writing, which is not at all true.
However, it will give him...
a perfect opportunity to discuss my paper with me. I'm sure he's graded it by now.
I'm sure I'm in for a big, "Nicely done, Miss Gilmore, how about an A?" Call me.
- Come in. - Prof. Gilbert?
Hi, I'm Rory Gilmore. I'm in your Tuesday afternoon Game Theory class.
- I hope I'm not disturbing you. - Come in.
Thank you. I was wondering if I could go over...
a couple of things from your lecture the other day.
I wrote something down here, but I cannot for the life of me...
read my own handwriting. If I had this analyzed...
Charlize Theron would be playing me in a movie.
'Cause I'd be a serial killer, and pretty girls like to get fat...
and play serial killers. 'Cause they win an Oscar and... I'm sorry, should I go on?
Or you can wait to let me find your paper.
So we can talk about why you're really here.
- Okay. - Rory Gilmore. Yes, here we are.
Yes. Right. Okay. Good you came in.
- It is? - Yes.
In this paper, you were supposed to use a real-world example...
to compare and contrast Classical Economic Theory and Game Theory, yes?
Your paper dealt well enough with the Game Theory portion.
However, you then diverged into a discussion...
on the pollution problem in Mexico City.
It felt to me like someone using knowledge from a different course...
to pad their paper and thereby avoid doing research for mine.
- No, I just... - I've seen this happen before...
particularly to freshmen. Usually, it means they're overloading themselves.
That they don't understand the demands of a Yale academic curriculum.
I took the liberty of looking over your schedule. I think that's what you've done.
No. I'm fine, really. I just have a little trouble with Game Theory, that's all.
I blame my mother. She always made up games at home when I was growing up.
I begged her for Monopoly. But she insisted on...
- "Mimic your favorite Sweathog" so... - I talked to your adviser.
- She has the same concern that I do. - What concern is that?
You're taking too many courses. Your workload is too heavy.
- I'll try harder. - I think you should drop this course.
You have a couple of weeks before the end of the drop period.
You can take the course when you have more time to devote to it.
My grandfather took this same workload when he went here.
Different people work at different paces.
You shouldn't compare yourself to anyone else. You work at a slower pace.
- I don't. I'm not... - The choice is ultimately yours.
You can stay. But this is a D paper.
This is not a big deal. This happens to a lot of students.
Okay. Glad to be fitting in.
[Doorbell ringing]
- Hi. I'm... - Get in here right now.
My granny must be here.
Jersey, close the door and get those nuts in the living room.
I've been alone with that woman for over two hours now.
Real arm in the coat, Mom.
- Your father's late. You're late. - I'm not late, just in pain.
- Get in the living room. - I can't arrive before the nuts.
Don't start with me.
Here she is, Mom. Lorelai. The party just gets bigger.
Hi, Gran, how are you doing? You look great.
Emily, what is the matter with her hair?
I know my granddaughter. If she had received proper notice...
of my arrival, she would have done something about it.
- I told her in plenty of time. - She really did, Gran. I swear.
I think it is admirable of you to cover for your mother.
The importance of family loyalty...
simply cannot be measured. Sit, dear.
Other than your hair, you look well. Are you well?
Emily, perhaps the girl would like a drink.
- I am very well. - Good. How is Rory?
- She's just as healthy as I am. - And her hair is perfect.
And how is she doing at Yale?
She's doing great. Studying her butt off.
How charming to hear. I'm glad she's doing well. She is a Gilmore, after all.
Gilmores have always excelled at Yale.
- They have quite a legacy to live up to. - Your legacy is safe with her.
Mom, here are the nuts.
Thank you, Emily, for that announcement.
How wonderful that you don't need some sort of amplification system...
in order to make sure that everyone in the area is informed...
- about the arrival of the nuts. - I'm sorry.
Strange woman. So excited about nuts.
RICHARD: I smell jasmine.
You smell impatience. Where have you been?
You know very well where I have been.
I had some work to get out of the way so I could devote my attention to you.
You look wonderful. Florida agrees with you.
Florida agrees with muscle-bound men who dress like women.
I am much happier to be back here where I belong.
Would you like a nut? They seem to be very important to your wife.
- I thought you liked those nuts, Mom. - I'm fine, Trix.
I have someone I would like you to meet.
Lorelai, have you been there the whole time?
- Yes, I have. - I didn't see you.
I had my cloaking device activated, so...
- Trix, this is my partner, Jason Stiles. - Jason, this is my mother.
It's a pleasure to meet you, Mrs. Gilmore.
You are very young.
No. Not so young.
I think I know if someone is young or not.
For God's sake, Jason. Just be young.
Cloaking device. Never leave home without it.
Richard Gilmore. You're growing a mustache.
I know. The Ferrari is arriving on Tuesday.
- I like it. - Thank you, Trix.
It makes you look like Adolphe Menjou.
Or Adolphe Menjou's cocaine dealer.
What is that?
Actually, this is a little present that I got for you.
- For me? - Yes.
- Why would you give me a present? - Well...
- It's not my birthday. It's not Christmas. - Yes, but...
- You don't even know me. - No. But you're Richard's mother.
- So I thought... - What is this present that you got...
for an old woman you've never met?
- It's a book. - What sort of book?
It's a book on French antiques.
- I heard you liked French antiques. - I do like French antiques.
You can just open it later.
[Cell phone ringing]
Absolutely not. I am company. You don't answer the phone...
when you have company. So put it away and turn it off.
Yes, Gran.
Shall we all take turns guessing how long it will be before lunch is served?
- I will say an hour. Richard? - You are bad, Trix.
Hi, this is Lorelai Gilmore. And you've reached my cellphone.
Leave a message and I'll return your call...
- Hey, you on the phone? - No, I'm just checking my messages.
- Anything important? - No, just a hang up.
Good.
You know, I should get a globe.
Every time you see a movie, and there's a really important character...
and then you go into that character's office, they always have a globe.
You're hiding from my grandmother, aren't you?
She is scarier than Nick Nolte's mug shot.
Come on.
Please, she's just gonna ask me why I got her a present again.
We have decided to just go sit at the table.
Perhaps the food will appear by sheer wish fulfillment.
- I'll check on it again, Mom. - Please don't. I wouldn't want...
to disturb your cook. She's obviously in the middle of a crossword puzzle.
- Lorelai, where did you go? - Sorry, Gran. I had to check my messages.
I've got all this construction going on at the inn.
Yes, your inn. Have you seen this inn of hers?
Not yet.
It's a mess right now. You'll see it when it's done.
- When will that be? - Soon.
- I see you measure time like your mother. - Just let me check on lunch, please?
Tell me, Lorelai. How much money have you invested in this inn?
- A chunk. - And I assume that you have...
a projected timetable for getting your chunk back out?
If everything goes as planned, we're hoping to break even the first year...
- and turn a profit the second year. - That's optimistic, yes?
Yes, but our town has a pretty regular tourist trade.
Small inns and bed-and-breakfasts can be real money factories.
Yes, and wonderful places to put all those French antiques.
We have very high hopes, and we booked our first reservation.
- When is the reservation? - May 8.
- Really? That soon? - You'll be ready by then?
We have to be. We had to add some extra construction guys.
We'll have to get the sink back from Canada, but we'll finish in time.
- How is the money holding up? - Excuse me?
The money. I was somewhat aware of your financial situation...
before you took this on. How much do you have left?
Plenty. Enough to finish.
- You're in trouble. - No.
You are hemorrhaging money. I see it in your eyes.
It must be costing a fortune, to get a contractor to stick...
to a projected completion date. And you're not working now.
Unless your partner is a Rockefeller, you are in serious financial trouble.
Mom, I don't think this is the best time to discuss this.
If we were eating, we would have something to do. But since we're not...
- How could you let this happen? - How could I let this happen?
She is your daughter. It is your responsibility to know...
when she is in deep financial trouble.
- I'm not in deep financial trouble. - Trix, Lorelai is a grown woman.
Ridiculous. This is a family.
It is a family's responsibility to make sure that this doesn't happen.
We have a reputation to uphold. How would it look if a Gilmore goes...
- out into the business world and fails? - I hardly think she's failing, Mom.
She looks like she's failing to me. And I am surprised at you.
After all, I helped you out when you had financial problems.
- Trix. - You made that terrible investment...
in Dubliners Paper Corporation when you were first married.
I told you not to, but you wouldn't listen. And of course...
- I had to step in and bail you out. - Hold on here, Trix...
You would have lost this house if it weren't for me.
That is not true.
It is not true that you pigheadedly lost that money?
I was 27 years old. That is the time to take risks.
When you have my money to bail you out, taking risks is not a problem, is it?
You're making me sound like an incompetent child.
I have built two extremely successful businesses, Mother...
and both of them without your help.
And I do not appreciate you now, many years later, throwing in my face...
the fact that you once helped me out financially.
Do not raise your voice to me.
I will raise my voice if the situation warrants it.
No, not now.
You paid that money back in two months, also.
That's right. Two months. How deep in financial ruin could I have been...
to get that money back to you in two months?
- I'm leaving this table. - Let me help you with your chair.
- Hey, Tom, is my mom here? - I haven't seen her. She could be inside.
She sometimes slips in the back door.
Likes to surprise a bunch of guys with nail guns.
Thanks.
Mom?
- Rory. Hey. - Do you know where my mom is?
- No, did you check outside? - Yeah, I did. She's not there.
- She's not at home. She's not anywhere. - You okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine. I can't find her. - Well, maybe she's at Sookie's.
- Sookie's? Okay, I can try Sookie's. - Rory, what's wrong?
Nothing's wrong. I'm fine, I'm good. I'm just having some technical difficulties.
Get it? Technical difficulties? Very funny.
Yeah. It's very funny.
I am very funny and I'm getting funnier. Yale is doing that to me.
I'm just... It's developing, the hilarity. Where are we going?
- Outside. - Outside? Sure, I'm used to working...
a bigger room.
- What's wrong? - Nothing.
- What's wrong? - Everything's falling apart.
[Crying] I thought I had it all under control, but I don't.
What was under control?
Everybody else can handle the classes, but I can't.
And I'm supposed to. I'm supposed to take five classes.
Everybody else does. I mean, my grandfather did.
How am I gonna tell my grandfather that I failed?
- You failed? - I didn't even get a chance to fail.
I had to drop a class. I was told to drop a class.
- That's not a big deal. - It's a really big deal.
I'm not supposed to drop a class. I'm not the drop-a-class person.
- I get good grades. I handle things. - Hey, come on.
And Lane, she's not around anymore.
I know she had to go, but I miss her, and I liked her there.
I haven't talked to my mom, I need to talk to her.
And she's not around. And I'm failing everything.
I can't do it. I can't handle it.
I'm messing everything up.
- Just look at this. - Look at what?
You having to be nice to me.
I mean, you shouldn't have to be nice to me. I was horrible to you.
You're married to someone nice and who's not me and not a failure.
- You are so not a failure. - Yes, I am.
I just... I can't...
I need to talk to my mom, 'cause I just don't know what to do.
It's okay.
- Luke. - I was just coming to meet you.
I know. Could we...
I need to... I'm sorry, I need to reschedule our dinner.
- Sure. - Yeah, I'm just very tired.
I'm sorry that I made you get all dressed up.
It's good for me to do it every once in a while.
- It reminds me why I'm not an accountant. - Okay.
Everything okay?
- What? - You okay?
- Why? - Because you don't look okay.
- Take me now, sailor. - I mean, you look distracted.
Distracted, no. Well, maybe. Yeah. Distracted. Okay. Sure.
- I'm very distracted. - Anything I can do?
There are very few times in my life when I find myself...
sitting around thinking, "I wish I was married."
But today, I mean... I'm happy. You know?
I like my life. I like my friends. I like my stuff.
- My time, my space, my TV. - Yeah, sure.
But every now and then, just for a moment...
I wish I had a partner. Someone to pick up the slack.
Someone to wait for the cable guy.
Make me coffee in the morning. Meet the stupid sink...
- before it gets sent back to Canada. - What happened?
[Crying] I just thought I had everything under control. But I didn't and the inn...
is just falling apart.
This has been my dream forever. And I have it. And it's here.
And I'm failing. I can't handle it. I spend every minute running around...
working and thinking. And I thought I would have help...
but Sookie has Davey, and Michel has Celine, and I can't do it myself.
I don't even have time to see my kid. Hell, forget see her. Just even talk to her.
And I miss her. I sat there in my parents' house just...
listening to my grandmother basically call me a charity case...
I couldn't even argue with her. I couldn't even say anything.
Because I'm running out of money and I don't know what to do about it.
I was gonna ask you for $30,000 at dinner tonight.
- That's how pathetic I am. - $30,000. Okay. I mean...
I don't have want to talk about it now. I don't want to think about it.
I'm failing.
- I'm failing. - You are not failing.
I don't know what to do.
It's okay.
LORELAI: Hi, hon. I'm just seeing if I could catch you. But you're out.
Nothing much to report here. Just give me a call when you can.
RORY: Just checking in. Nothing big to report.
Okay, give me a call when you can. Bye, Mom.