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Is she still asleep?

Yeah, so let's be super-quiet.

Super-quiet, Davey!

Super-quiet, son!

Like we're playing a game called
"let's be super-quiet,"

and you win a prize if you're super-quiet!

A prize! Let's get him out the door!
Let's get him out the door!

Lunches! Come on, Davey. Ohh!

Come on. Let's get your lunch.

It's fun.

Here you go. Go give it to daddy. Okay.

Come to daddy, son.

Shh!
We're still playing the "super-quiet" game!

So, did she say anything else
to you after I went to bed?

Not a word. We sat and we had tea,

but she was somewhere else the whole time.

Don't open the door, Davey. The door's loud.

Let daddy open the door!

I'm worried about her.

If she wanted to talk about whatever it is,
she would have talked.

I know what it is. It's Luke.
I just-- I don't know the specifics.

Let's go.

Be very quiet going out the door, Davey.

Super-quiet!

- You're gonna win the prize.
- It's gonna be a super-fun prize!

- Close the door for me?
- Got it.

Great job, son! High five!

- Morning, Taylor.
- Good morning. Some weather, huh?

If you don't like it, just wait five minutes.

Top of the day to you, Mrs. Harris.
Say hi to Maurice for me.

Will do!

♪ Her every wicked skill ♪

♪ To change a lot of weather ♪

♪ No room was spared ♪

♪ No mood, show no mercy ♪

♪ I was a tireless fool ♪

♪ I thought I could do better ♪

♪ I left in flames of paper shade
hanging from a light ♪

♪ And when it came to the victories ♪

♪ The genus names of all the flowers
that were feeding off of ♪

♪ Her amazing glow ♪

♪ Her amazing glow ♪

Oh, that's another good one.

- No, it's not.
- Hold it.

Yo, Alfred Stieglitz, stop with the pictures.

I prefer Cartier-Bresson.

My eyes are pale-- very
sensitive to the light.

You only graduate from college once,

and I will document it to my heart's content,
and you can't stop me.

At least I'm clothed in these.

Oh, yes, those shower photos will fetch
me a bundle on the internet.

I don't even know why I'm doing this.

Why am I doing this whole cap-and-gown thing?

Because the graduation ceremony
is not only for the graduate.

It's for the loved ones, too.
We talked about this.

No, you talked, and I disagreed.

And then I ruled, and that's that.

I'm taking that Stalin biography
away from you.

Come on. I don't want to be late.

You do realize you're putting
yourself in the cross hairs.

Meaning?

There will be all manner of Huntzbergers
in the audience.

Oh, I can avoid people with the best of them.

I didn't say "people." I said "Huntzbergers."

Don't you worry your pretty little head
about this. I'll take care of myself.

I just want you to be fully prepped.

Oh-ho.
I have outdone myself photographically.

Every one of these is a keeper.

Okay, that's a close-up of my naked butt.
That's not a keeper.

You're right. That's a screen saver.

The olfactory sense is the sense that most
strongly evokes memories of the past.

Well, screw the past.

♪ Genevieve wears Dior ♪

♪ Margaret wears Trésor ♪

♪ Mary Jo wears Lauren,
but you don't wear no perfume ♪

♪ Deborah wears Clinique ♪

♪ Maryanne wears Mystique ♪

♪ Judith wears Shalimar,
but you don't wear no perfume ♪

♪ That's why I want to spend
my life with you ♪

♪ That's why I want to spend
my life with you ♪

♪ That's why I want to spend
my life with you ♪

♪ No one likes talkin' to a drunk ♪

♪ Unless he's buyin' ♪

♪ Nobody says hello ♪

♪ When they're goodbye-in' ♪

♪ Unless they're Hawaiian ♪

Well, hey, there, Taylor.
Fancy seeing you here.

- I live here!
- Beautiful.

♪ Nobody eats eggs and bacon ♪

♪ When they're fryin' that'd just be dumb ♪

♪ You'd probably burn your tongue ♪

♪ And nobody laughs at a clown ♪

♪ When he's cryin' ♪

♪ Boo-hoo ♪

Is everyone seeing what's going on out here?

Lucas, have you eyeballed the chicanery
that's taking place outside?

What? Eyed what?

Balled-- eyeballed these hooligans!

How interested do I look in
talking to you, Taylor?

Not very.

And this is the very peak of my interest.

My god, there's another one!

I have a theory, Taylor.

Let's hear it.

Our usual town troubadour-- he was discovered
last week on these very streets.

Discovered?

Some big-time music manager
was limo-ing through town,

and he caught one of the troubadour's songs,

gave him an opening slot
on Neil Young's tour.

- Who's Neil Young?
- One of the Monkees.

Anyway, I'm guessing when word hit the
east coast troubadour community,

every one of them thought to come to Stars
Hollow for their shot at the big time.

There's an east coast troubadour community?

Oh, yes, our wandering musical storytellers.

It's an honored American tradition
going back to the puritans.

Gierke Schoonhoven delighted his fellow
pilgrims with his timely songs.

His most popular was "A beaver ate my thumb."

It was quite catchy.

I wonder if Neil still does "Last train
to Clarksville." I love that song.

♪ I drive an '89 Volvo ♪

♪ Have you seen it anywhere? ♪

♪ 'Cause I can't seem to find it ♪

♪ And no one seems to care ♪

♪ I don't know how it happened ♪

♪ I've never lost a car ♪

♪ I might have to retrace my
steps back to the bar ♪

♪ I stepped into a puddle ♪

♪ I'm bleeding from the lip ♪

Excuse me, uh, bohemian people!

May I have your attention, please?

I'm kind of doing a song here.

It won't take long.

Please, people, your attention!

I would just like to say that there
is no bigger fan of music

than the man standing before you.

No memory is more precious to
me than the one of my father

taking me to the Hartford civic auditorium
to see the great Pat Boone.

But you, my friends,
do not have the talent of Pat Boone.

And if you insist on loitering and
playing your hippie doo-wop music

to the obvious detriment of the mercantile
interests of this town,

our authorities will forcibly remove you--

with water hoses and canine
units if necessary!

Thank you for your time, and, uh...

goodbye.

Can you say "BTK"?

Oh, shoot.

You're grounded.

Ha. Sorry, mom.

Kimmy saw this guy at the mall
who was a total chachi,

and he bought us a slurpee,
and we totally lost track of time.

I called you twice. I left messages.

I called the national guard, who didn't
answer because they're all in Baghdad.

Well, I just checked my messages.

I won't be ignored, Dan.

I know. I'm hiding my rabbit as we speak.

So what's the deal?

No deal. I, um,
spent the night at Sookie's last night.

Why?

No reason. We were talking and it got late,

so I crashed on her couch and
woke up covered in jam.

Is everything all right?

Everything's fine.

How's it going with you?

Well, Logan graduated.

Oh, that's right-- the graduation. Wow.
How was it?

I'm here now. It was nice.

Logan looked great-- very dignified.
He didn't trip. He remembered to wear pants.

He's quite a catch, that guy.

I was very proud of him.

I'm just waiting for him to extricate
himself from those people.

Oh, his parents are there, huh?

Yep, they are with Logan,
and I am standing a good 50 feet away.

As per the restraining order.

They're dragging him out for drinks,
30 minutes top,

we're meeting back at the apartment,
and then he'll be all mine.

I've got the afternoon planned out.

Oh, you're such a girlfriend.
You should take him to the mall.

I'll think about it.

So, you take pictures?

Only about a thousand.
I'll bring my camera tonight.

Oh, listen, just a heads-up--

I might have to duck out after drinks.

No! Why?

I made reservations at this really
crappy Italian restaurant

with Chianti bottles hanging
from the ceiling,

and the husband and wife that own the place

wind up screaming at each other
after 8:00-- we love it.

Sounds great.

Well, it's our last night together for a
while. I want it to be really special.

Sounds perfect.

Okay, I better get back.
I'll see you tonight?

Okay, hon. See you tonight.

Hello! Babette!

Hi, buddy. Where's Babette?

Oh, she had to go, honey.

I told her I'd take the morning shift.

She told me to tell you that
everything went fine.

Paul Anka ate all his food,

and then he did something weird
with your nightgown.

Oh, are you cross-dressing again?

I got here at 7:30.
I gave him a little kibble and a new hoof,

and he ran around the house a few times
and then passed out in the corner.

He's been quiet ever since.

Thank you guys for doing this, Patty.

Paul Anka's never spent the
whole night alone before.

Oh, it's our pleasure, sweetheart.

So, you're staying out all night, huh?
Anything illegal?

Oh, no, no. Just a little girls' night out.

Or in, I should say.
Sookie and I had a slumber party.

Oh, that sounds fun.

Do you want some coffee, Patty?

Oh, no, sweetheart. I need to get going.

I'm teaching a cardio striptease
class at 10:00.

I have to make sure those poles
are screwed in tight.

Okay.

Lorelai, you here?

Tell him I'm not here.

- What?
- Patty, please.

- Tell him I'm not here.
- Lorelai?

No, no, but I--

Luke, hi.

What the hell are you doing here?

Oh, if I had a nickel for
every time I heard that.

- I'm looking for Lorelai.
- Well, she's not here.

Her jeep's right out front.

Well, all I know is that she called
to have me come and feed Paul Anka.

Called from where?

I don't know. The Inn, maybe.

No, she's not at the Inn. I tried the Inn.

Well, uh, I-I don't know.

You know, half the time people speak to me,
I'm thinking about Baryshnikov.

- Did you see "Turning point"?
- No.

- Oh, that man was so beautiful.
- Yeah, I'm sure.

Pure sex walking.

Flying, actually. That man could fly.

Have you ever thought of taking dance?

Me? No.

Well, maybe you might want to think about it.

There's nothing sexier than a man in tights.

Yeah, I'm sure that's true.

Look, can you just tell Lorelai I came by?

Oh, of course I will, honey.

Thanks. Stop imagining me in tights, Patty.

It's a free country, honey.

- He is so easy.
- Thank you, Patty.

Something going on with you and Luke?

It's nothing.
We had a little fight-- nothing big.
I'm just...

Punishing him. Good for you.

The longer the freeze-out,
the better the makeup.

Yes, exactly.

Listen, thank you for doing this.

Oh, sure, any time.
If you need anything else,
just give me a call.

I will.

Oh, and, honey,
don't freeze him out too long.

Luke is a much better man
than my first husband...

or second husband.

But he's neck and neck with
the third one, though.

Okay.

Bye, Paul Anka! Thank you for letting
me scratch your butt for an hour!

Just like husband number four.

Bye.

Pete Michaels will be there for
at least the first two months.

He runs the department,
so he's the one to see.

He's a good guy. I got to go.

Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

Yeah.

Yeah?

- Hey.
- What happened?

It took longer than I thought.

Way longer. And I've got to leave for
my grandparents' like right now.

To top it of,
just as the family thing is winding down,

a bunch of dad's business automatons came by,
and he made me stay to talk shop.

To talk shop?

Synergy and new media ventures in
increasing shareholder value.

I could hear my soul dying.

- He's doing this on purpose.
- I wouldn't put it past him.

Why is he doing this?

Look, don't think about him. Just go.
Go to your thing.

Get it over with. I'll wait for you here. Go.

Okay.

No more thoughts about Mitchum.

- You're right. No more thoughts.
- Go.

Yeah. At this number.

Here, call me back. Bye.

Oh. Hello, Rory.

Were you at the ceremony? We didn't see you.

Yeah, I was there.

We didn't see you.

Well, I was there.

Did you know that Logan and I had plans
to go out after the ceremony?

I mean, were you aware of that?

- No, I was not.
- Yeah.

'Cause why would your son want
to go out with his girlfriend

- the last day before he leaves, right?
- Rory--

And this gathering of yours-- it turns into
a business meeting on his graduation day?

As if Logan's not gonna have enough
time for that during the year

you're forcing him to do in London.

It wasn't exactly a business meeting.

- Why are you doing this?
- Doing what?

Why are you taking him away from me. Why?

Do you hate me that much?

- I don't hate you.
- Yeah, right.

Why would I hate you?

Because I'm dating your son.

Logan's love life is his business.
I don't get involved.

Oh, please.
You have done nothing but get involved.

How?

You're sending him away-- 5,000 miles away.

What other reason is there
but to separate us?

Well, you flatter yourself if you
think I put that much energy

into thinking about your relationship.

Here's the lobby.

Wait. Let's get this clear right now.
I'm sending Logan away for one reason--

because it is time. It is time for him to
stop jumping out of planes in a gorilla mask

and crashing boats and getting plastered
every night and ending up in the hospital.

It's time for him to stop being a
child and to start being a man.

It's time for him to start
focusing on his future,

and the only way he is gonna do that
is to get him out of his environment

and away from those dopes, Colin and Finn,

and the Life and Death Brigade
and get him on a path.

Logan is talented. He's talented.
He's my son.

I want him to achieve something.
And he needs a push.

It's what my father did with me.

He pushed me, I grew up,
and now Logan is gonna grow up.

Anything here you're not agreeing with?

I didn't think so.

♪ And we tried ♪

♪ We tried with all our might ♪

♪ We tore the playhouse down ♪

♪ We ran ♪

♪ Headlong in our way ♪

♪ Yeah, we tried so hard ♪

♪ We stared at the sun too long ♪

Got your mail here, Taylor.

Thanks, Cliff.

I guess the last group of miscreants
didn't get word

that troubadours are persona
non grata in Stars Hollow.

Just one more rat I have to exterminate.

See ya, Cliff.

Gerta, you're half my age.
Why do I always beat you to the door?

- Hi, mom.
- Hello, Lorelai.

So, just you tonight?

Well, I know how mad you when I bring
the insane clown posse with me.

So no Luke?

- Luke's working.
- All right.

So, how are we?

We're good. Fine.

We're starving. We'd love a drink.

Your father's making martinis
in the living room.

Oh, now your legs work.

Here, hang these up.

And eat something with sugar!

That's it. I'll take care of the rest.

Just say whatever it takes and get him out
of there about 9:30. I trust you, Finn.

No, it's not a surprise you've never
heard anyone say that before.

Just get Colin and get him out of there. Bye.

Sorry, everyone. I'm off it for good now.

- Hello, Lorelai.
- Thanks, dad.

- Hello. What's this?
- Don't touch that!

He slapped my hand earlier.

It is top secret.

Oh, my god.
It's the weapons of mass destruction.

Quick-- get the president on the phone.

Lorelai...

If he's not in the oval office,
try the ice-cream room.

Just tell them what it is, Richard.

Well, it looks like we're going to
receive a tidy little settlement

from the charlatan that botched
your mother's eye surgery.

A very tidy settlement.

And we've decided to add it to the
money we're donating to Yale.

Oh, thank god.
Finally a hot meal for the lacrosse team.

We're adding it to the money we're
donating in Rory's name.

Oh, goody. They didn't forget.

And with that extra money, we can now afford

what is on the table right in front of you.

Richard, do the honors.

All right.

Miss Rory Gilmore, may I present...

your building.

What?!

Your science building.

On the Q.T., a friend of mine who knows
the architect snagged the model for me.

It's a beauty, isn't it?
Built perfectly to scale.

Very sleek. And there's plenty of
wall space inside for a portrait.

Of who?

Of you.

And look right here.

My friend attached a placard to
the front of the building.

The Rory Gilmore astronomy building.

Um, grandpa--

They're going to start construction
this summer,

so it should be up and running by Christmas.

Is this the actual lettering?

I mean, is this the scale?

I don't know.

Although the style is very dignified.

I'm sure we can request this
lettering if you like.

It's your building, so why not?

Because the lettering would be 30 feet high.

Well, honey, it's the astronomy building.
You have to be able to see it from space.

I don't know whether it's to scale.

Is there someone we can call to check?

Relax, Rory. She's so modest.

Relax, Rory. Remember when you wanted
a personalized license plate?

So much better.

We're going to try to get
them to add another floor

so that it's taller than
everything around it.

Make it stand out a bit more.

More than this?!

I love the portrait idea.

Who's not helping?

Excuse me, everyone.
Christopher Hayden has arrived.

Christopher, how wonderful. Come in. Come in.

- W-what are you doing here?
- I was invited.

Shut up! Me too!

We promised Christopher a homecooked
meal last time we saw him,

and since we're leaving for Europe
for the next two months,

this was the last chance we had
to make good on that promise.

You can call a Gilmore many things,
but you can't call him a welsher.

What are the things you can call him,
just for future reference?

I'm very grateful for the invitation, Emily.

- Martini, Christopher?
- Sounds good.

What's this?

- It's Rory's building.
- It's not my building.

It's got your name on it.
Wow, are those letters to scale?

- Oh, boy.
- 'Cause it's gonna be huge.

Yeah. Okay, dad, you can take my seat

because I have to go legally change
my name and transfer to Brown.

Honey, now come on. We have teased
you way worse than this before.

Remember when you were 10 and
thought you discovered U2?

I should get going.
Logan's leaving in the morning.

Oh, that's right.
Tell him to have a safe trip.

I will.

My goodness.
It's grand central station here tonight.

Come on, Rory. I'll walk you out.

- Bye, honey.
- Bye.

- Christopher.
- Thank you.

So, he's leaving, huh?

Yeah, he's going to London
to work for his dad.

She should be very proud of that boy.

She should.
She should buy him an observatory.

Well, look who I found outside.

Oh. Carolyn.

Hello, Richard. How wonderful to see you,

especially standing so close to a martini.

Oh, Carolyn, that sense of humor of yours.

One martini coming right up.

Carolyn, this is my daughter, Lorelai.

Lorelai, this is Carolyn Bates-- "Lynnie"
to those in the know.

- Oh, am I in the know?
- You are now.

- Nice to meet you.
- You too.

And, Lynnie, this is Christopher Hayden.

Nice to meet you.

Lynnie, olives or a twist?

Olives, please.

Lynnie's mother and I go so far back,
I'm embarrassed to talk about it.

Lorelai, you remember my talking
about Marie Randle.

We were roommates in college.

Well, Lynnie is her daughter,
and she just moved to Hartford,

so, of course, we promised her a dinner.

And since we're going to be out of town
for the next couple of months,

tonight seemed like the perfect opportunity.

Tonight she's settling up all old debts, huh?

Lynnie, I've got your two olives.

Thank you very much, Richard.

- Move.
- What?

- Move.
- Ow!

Mom, the arm is supposed to be connected
to the rest of the body!

Lynnie, you come sit down next to
Christopher. Lorelai's gonna sit with me.

Okay.

You know, Lynnie is a psychologist.
Isn't that fascinating?

I do a lot of work with family
counseling-- runaways and drug recovery.

Arm-yanking rehab. Ow!

Lynnie just moved here from Maine.
Isn't that interesting?

I've never been to Maine.
Christopher, have you ever been to Maine?

Uh, no, but I like lobster.

Well, then, you're in.

I tell you, Lynnie, you're a card,
just like your mother.

Christopher, you should meet her mother.
She's a stitch.

Isn't Lynnie's mother a stitch, Richard?

She's an entire seam, Emily.

It's so important to find someone
who can make you laugh.

I was always so envious of
Johnny Carson's wives.

I just thought these women must do
nothing but laugh all the time.

How's your drink, Lynnie?

Very potent. Thank you, Emily.

Well, potent is good because
tonight is a party.

Which reminds me--

Christopher, Lynnie once threw her mother
the most wonderful birthday party.

I think she made the cake herself,
didn't you, Lynnie?

Oh, these days a woman who can bake
is a rare treasure, isn't she?

And Lynnie is a Leo.

♪ Give me hollow stimulation ♪

♪ It's so sleazy to be free ♪

♪ Lots of lust in all creation ♪

♪ This silly cheap legacy ♪

♪ What a waste ♪

♪ You're so chaste ♪

♪ I can't wait ♪

♪ To taste your face ♪

Stop! Oh-ho!

This is private property.
Stop that jumping right now!

There's no jumping in the town square!

Officer Ruskin, what took you so long?
I called you hours ago.

Well, I'm here now, Taylor. What do you need?

Handcuff these ruffians and take them away.

In what?

In your car.

Well, I came on my bike.

Why?

Fred took the car.
Plus my handcuffs are broken.

Well, then, find an appropriate
vehicle to haul them away.

My sister has an S.U.V..
But she's out of town, though.

Well, then, line them up and have
them follow you to jail.

I could do that,
but it's a single cell, though.

It holds two-- maybe three
if they're not fat.

And we don't have any food.

Oh, forget it... Barney Fife.

My brother has a pinto.

Patty, don't do that.

But they're hungry.

If you feed them, they won't go away.

Taylor!

How'd you let this happen?
This is my turf, Taylor!

How did I let this happen?
This is your fault.

You had to go off and make
it in the big time,

and now they're all copying you.

The big time? I made 700 bucks and got booed.

And I never even met Neil Young.

Heart of gold, my ass.

I suddenly feel very tired.

Would you like a tiramisu?

No, I think I'd just like to go to bed.

Tell everybody to try and keep it down.

God, I hate music.

♪ A beaver ate my thumb ♪

♪ A beaver ate my thumb ♪

♪ A doctor gave me rum ♪

♪ 'Cause a beaver ate my thumb ♪

- How old?
- 4 going on 40.

And a doll-- a living doll.

Enjoy them while their legs are still short
enough for you to overtake them.

That's good advice, doc, thanks.

Excuse me. I'm just gonna go to the restroom.

Well, hurry back. Dinner's almost on.

Yes, ma'am.

My sister just had twins last week.

Twins? Wow, that sounds--

- Loud?
- Exactly.

I'm sorry-- I know I'm being very forward,

but the picture of the two of you sitting
there so young, so beautiful--

it's almost like looking at a shampoo ad.

Oh, my god. What are you doing?

What do you mean what am I doing?

I thought "restroom" was code for "follow me,

and we'll talk about how
to get you out of this."

What the hell kind of spy
school did you go to?

Oh, I'm here now, so let's figure
out how to get me out of this.

Out of what?

What do you mean, out of what?
This is a setup.

So it seems.

I can't believe Emily would do this.

You're talking about Emily Dickinson, right?

'Cause Emily Gilmore was made to do this.

I thought I was having dinner
with you and Rory.

I didn't realize I was going on a date.

Well, luckily you didn't get ugly overnight.

- Thanks a lot, by the way.
- What did I do?

Nothing! You're sitting there,
you not saying anything.

What are you talking about?

When mom said, "doesn't he look like
Cary Grant?" I said, "yes."

- You're just letting this happen.
- I’m not just letting this happen.

You can't see that I'm miserable out there?

No, I can't. You seem fine.
You're talking to her.

She’s talking to me. What am I supposed
to do-- slap her in the mouth?

That would be a conversation stopper.

I assumed at some point you'd
jump in and try and save me.

- By doing what?
- I don't know--

deflect, detract,
get the conversation off her and me and us.

I'm sorry. I didn't know you needed saving.

- Oh, come on.
- "Oh, come on"?

How do I know you don't want to date her?
You're single. She's single.

You're pretty. She's pretty.
It's how all great divorces start.

How did I used to get out of here?

- What are you talking about?
- In high school, I'd be in your room.

I had several ways of sneaking out of here.

Chris!

Which drainpipe was it that
I used to crawl down?

- Christopher! - I think he used to
get to it from the attic windows.

Does the attic window still access the
drainpipe that drops you off by the garage?

You do know you're grown up now.

You can just walk out the front door.

If I just leave, I'll insult your parents.

But vanishing into thin
air-- way more polite.

It's only 8:00!
This night's gonna last forever.
We haven't even had dinner yet.

Relax. Now that I know you're
not interested in her--

- I'm not!
- Okay.

Now that I know, I can help you out.

- You will?
- Yeah, I got your back.

- Okay, thank you.
- You're welcome.

- I know you always got mine.
- Always.

So, it wasn't code, you know. I got to...

Yes, right.
I'll see you back in the living room.

Yeah.

Very interesting dinner, Emily.

It's paella.
I got the recipe from Hilde Maclntosh,
whose son married a Spanish girl.

God knows how long it's going to last,
but the food at their wedding was wonderful.

- Do you like it, Lynnie?
- I do.

- Not too spicy?
- I like spicy food.

Do you?

Well, Christopher, did you hear that?

Lynnie likes spicy food, and so do you.
Isn't that something?

Uh, yes. Small world.

Hey, Lynnie, I have a recurring dream
where a walrus waddles up,

lies down on me, falls asleep,
and I can't breathe.

- What do you think it means?
- Lorelai...

What, dad? Lynnie is a psychologist.
She should know.

It's okay.

It could mean a myriad of things--

too much stress at work,
something in your life is strangling you,

you've read "Alice in Wonderland"
too many times.

Touché, Lynnie.

She's got wit and wisdom, this one.

You know, Christopher does the Sunday New
York Times puzzle every single week.

Hey, what's it called when
you're afraid of spiders?

Arachnophobia.

- You have arachnophobia?
- No.

My goodness.

What's it called when you're afraid of people
who are afraid of spiders?
'Cause that one I've got.

Oh, lord.

I don't think there's a technical
term for that yet.

How about arachnophobiaphobia?
'Cause that makes sense.

You know, Christopher, Lynnie--

Voices in your head-- totally normal, right?

- Excuse me?
- There's only two... that speak English.

Lorelai, eat your paella.

So, Christopher, how's business going?

It's really been picking up lately.

What do you do?

Oh, I'm in computer software.

That sounds exciting.

It can be. It's a lot of traveling, actually.

I love traveling.
It's one thing I really miss about my job.

You know what I think is even
better than traveling?

Time-traveling. Do you think that's possible?

I would have no idea.

Lorelai, are you having
some kind of breakdown?

You're very quiet, Christopher.

Well, I, uh--

Lynnie, as a psychologist,
tell me what do you think of "The Sopranos"?

Actually, I miss Adriana.

- Oh, so do I.
- Lorelai!

What? I was serious about that one.

That's it. No more talk until dessert.

- Come on! One more stop!
- I can't.

But tomorrow you'll fly away to London,
and we will forget all about you.

I'm touched,
but Rory will be back in a minute.

You know, I'm starting to get the feeling
you'd rather be with her than with us.

Impossible.

I appreciate the drinks and the diversion.

Your friendship over the years is worth
at least a couple pages in my memoir.

But as of now, it's goodbye.

I'm spending the rest of the
night alone with my girl.

Hello, governor. Chips?

I'm sorry. I was looking for my girlfriend.

Oh, I'm sorry, mate. No girlfriends here.

Just us birds and blokes taking
the piss out of each other.

Your accent is terrible, by the way.

Just go with it, you geezer.

Now we have heard that you're about
to fly away to old blighty,

and word 'round the pub has it
you're not happy about it.

Well, I'm leaving a couple people
I'm pretty fond of...

and some people I'm a little afraid of,
but all in all...

Well, we're just going to have to change
your mind, because London, you see,

is a place of fun and musical excitement,
the queen, Hello! Magazine.

You're gonna break into a chorus of "chim
chimney" any minute, aren't you?

Shush, now. None of that talk.

Because tomorrow,
brilliant things will happen--

a new life, a new adventure.

You like adventure, don't you, mate?

Well, London is certainly the place for that,

and we, frankly,
would not be the fine chaps we claim to be

if we did not send you off in a proper way--

with the bash of a lifetime!

Come on. Someone get this chap a pint.

See, if you can't be happy,
at least you can be drunk.

Kiss me, Mary Poppins.

I thought it was more Gwyneth Paltrow,
"Shakespeare in love."

Kiss me.

- To the queen!
- To the queen!

Well, that was a complete waste of time.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Christopher and
Carolyn leaving separately.

Well, come on, mom. What did you think?

They were gonna throw down and consummate
it right here in the foyer?

No, I didn't think they were gonna throw
down and consummate it in the foyer.

I just thought they could go out for coffee.

- You served them coffee.
- So what?

So you can't be shocked when you
serve people 3 cups of coffee,

and they don't feel like going out
for coffee. Not everyone is me.

I just thought they would have
hit it off better than that.

You never know with these things.

I was just so sure.

Oh, well. Maybe next time.

Absolutely.

Christopher's probably too immature
for Lynnie, anyway.

I'm sure he is.

The way he was going on and on
about that motorcycle of his.

I half expected him to start talking
about his tonka truck

and announcing to the room he wanted
to be a fireman or a cowboy someday.

Sure is nice when it's not me.

All right, bye, mom. Have a nice trip.

Goodbye, Lorelai.

Gerta, did I fire you?

No.

Really?

Everything's off tonight.

You also know that it is one meal,
and one meal does not a lifestyle make.

That's okay, Sandra.

All right. Okay. Call anytime.
I'll talk to you on Monday.

Sorry. I'm blocking you in.

No, no, that's okay.

So, you do sessions over the phone?

I do sessions whenever people need them.

Wow. That's quite a commitment.

Well, I've always been a good listener.

Excellent note-taker.

I have fantastic penmanship.

Good head-nodding abilities.

You found your calling.

I think I did.

So, it was nice meeting you.

Oh, you too. You too.
This was really very sweet of your mom.

Well, you keep thinking that.

Hey, it's been a long time since I've
been invited to such a blatant setup.

It made me miss my own mom.

Oh, I'll just let it go to voice mail.

Your work sure follows you around, huh?

When you're going through something, you
never know when you're gonna need to talk.

Sometimes it sneaks up on you.

Yeah, I suppose so.

- You okay?
- Me? Yeah, yeah, I'm good.

It was really nice meeting you.

Sorry if I talked too much during dinner.

Every now and then,
I just feel the need to re-enact

certain key scenes from "Purple rain,"
you know, for a captive audience.

The Lake Minnetonka scene
really bugs my mom, so...

I could analyze that one for you if you want.

That one, I've got a handle on.
Other things are more fuzzy, but that one,
I got.

Okay.

- Lorelai?
- Yeah?

Do you...
do you want to talk about something?

Me? No, no, I'm good.

It was nice meeting you. Bye. I got to go.

My parents have been married for 40 years,

and that's, like, mind-blowing for me

because there is no one worse at
communication than my mother,

except my father and most of my relatives.

It is not a chatty group, basically.

Everything in the Gilmore house was "don't
talk about it. Shove it aside."

Of course, I talked about it and shoved it
right in your face, but still, I don't know.

I never saw myself getting married.

Never?

Not until Max asked me... I think.

I mean, I guess I thought about marrying
Christopher when everyone was freaking out

because I was pregnant,
but I never thought about it in a longingly,
good way.

- That could be why.
- Why?

Well, marriage was just a
solution to a problem,

not anything romantic or because
you were in love.

Plus it came from your parents.

I love that I've got one more
thing to blame my mother for.

What about Max? Did you love him?

No, I didn't.

I wanted to, but... I didn't.

I don't think I ever really
loved anyone until Luke.

Did I tell you I proposed?

No. You didn't.

I did.

I saw this guy in front of
me who was a real... man.

He was solid, and he was strong.

He would protect me, but he-- he got me.

I knew all that when we started dating.

But that moment,
when I realized how much he cared for Rory,
that was it.

Suddenly I knew I was ready.

Did he accept right away?

Pretty much.

Hey, where's the weirdest place
you ever had a session?

Skull mountain at six flags.

- So, not this.
- Nope, not this.

Well, not only have I screwed up your night,
but it's not even a good story.

It's still a pretty good story.

Yeah, that's good,
'cause I like to entertain.

You know, I should have been a monkey
in Washington Square Park
with, like, a snappy hat.

I feel so stupid.

I really had myself believing
it was gonna happen.

I bought that stupid dress,
and now it's just hanging there, mocking me.

And the crazy thing is,
I am ready to get married.

I am ready to start the next phase of
my life. I want another kid, and I--

I don't want to wait anymore.
I don't want to be patient.

I've been patient long enough. I'm not happy,
and I feel crappy all the time.

And I just think I've had it.

So... what are you gonna do?

Only you can make you wait.

Nobody else can.

You need to decide what you want and what
you're willing to give up to get it,

and then you got to be okay with that,
or you got to be okay with waiting.

I could lose him if I push too hard.

You don't really seem to have him now--

at least not the way you want to have him.

You won't get anything unless you ask for it.

And if you ask for it and you don't get it,

maybe it wasn't worth having
in the first place.

Some things are just never meant to be,

no matter how much we wish they were.

I can only imagine what you could
do if you had a couch.

Want to put money on who nails the queen?

I think her highness is pretty safe tonight.

Why? I thought Jenny and Paul broke up.

They got back together this morning.

- Do the boys know?
- No.

- Are you gonna tell them?
- No.

Well, watching your best friends
waste precious scoring moments--

you can get kicked out of the club for that.

Yeah, well...

You know, I have given a lot of
great parties in my lifetime.

Oh, I know.

But I do believe that this
one has topped them all.

Hey, it's not over. We have hours to go.

There's plenty of beer left,
and no one's slugged Finn yet, so...

- Thank you.
- My pleasure.

You want more beer?

No.

More twiglets, cadburys?

I'm good.

Do you want try the frug again?
‘Cause I think my cramp has gone away.

Tell me not to go.

What?

Tell me not to get on that plane.

Tell me to blow off my father, the paper,
the whole Huntzberger destiny.

Just tell me I can figure something else out.
Just tell me not to go.

Well, I can't do that.

Hey, you afraid the teacher's
gonna see or something?

No, I can't just charge you
for half a cup of coffee.

But I'm not gonna drink the whole cup.

Seems like a gyp.

Hey. I need to talk to you.

- Where have you been?
- It doesn't matter.

What are you talking about "It
doesn't matter"? I've been
looking everywhere for you.

I tried your cell. I went by the Inn.
Patty was at your house.

- Let's elope.
- What?

Come on, Luke. Grab your keys. Let's go.

Elope?

You said that would be fine
at Martha's vineyard.

Didn't you say that would be
fine at Martha's vineyard?

Yes, I did. I'm just--

Come on, then! Let's go!
We can drive to Maryland.

What the hell, right? I mean,
you have to see Maryland eventually.

We can drive there, and get married,
and then come back here.

And you'll get your stuff,
and you'll move in.

Okay, hold on.

We have the plan already, right?

We just have to put the plan in motion.

Let's calm down.
We don't have to figure all this out now,
do we?

Yes, we do, because we've been waiting
and waiting and putting it off,

and I don't want to put it off anymore.

- But right now?
- Yes, now is the right time.

It's the best time because it's now!

- Come on.
- Your car or mine?

- Lorelai, let's just talk this through.
- No, I don’t wanna talk.

All we've done for months is talk.
I want to do. I want to go.

We can't just take off and get married.

- Why not, Luke? Don't you love me?
- You know I do.

But I love you, Luke. I love you.

But I have waited, and I have stayed away,

and I have let you run this thing,
and no more.

I asked you to marry me, and you said yes.

Yeah, I'm just trying to think here.

We fixed up the house, right?
We have a bigger closet,

and I didn't get the purple wallpaper because
you didn't want the purple wallpaper.

And if it's between you and the purple
wallpaper, I pick you! I pick you!

I didn't tell you not to get
the purple wallpaper.

- Oh, my god, you didn't like it.
- I don't care about wallpaper!

- Do you care about me?
- Yes!

Because I'm going crazy here.

I made a commitment to you,
and I need to make it happen.

It will happen, okay?
I just have April to consider.

But once we're married,
everything with April will be fine.
Anna said so.

Anna said so? What does that mean?

- When I talked to Anna--
- When did you talk to Anna?

- After the party--
- I didn't know you talked to Anna.

You weren't supposed to talk to Anna.

I know. I'm sor-- God, no!
I'm not gonna defend myself!

For months now, I've been skulking
around not saying anything,

not having an opinion on anything,
like I'm Clarence Thomas or something,
and I--

I'm done with that.

I-I've been waiting for a long time,
and I don't want to wait anymore.

- I have to think this through.
- No!

I have April.

You're gonna have to figure out how
April fits into our lives,
not the other way around.

I'm trying.

- Well, try married!
- Just wait!

No! I'm not waiting! It's now or never!

I don't like ultimatums!

I don't like Mondays, but unfortunately
they come around eventually.

I can't just jump like this.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

And I have to go.

♪ When I take a picture of
the city it disappears ♪

♪ It's only a photograph the city is gone ♪

♪ Places I go are never there ♪

♪ The places I go are never the-e-e-e-re ♪

♪ And nostalgia isn't what it used to be ♪

♪ I can only picture the disappearing world ♪

♪ When you touch me ♪

- Hey.
- Hey.

You okay?

Uh, I'm having a really bad night, and, um...

I just don't want to be alone.

- Okay?
- Yeah.

Uh, come on in.

Rory.

- Logan?
- Don't get up.

You're dressed.

Why are you dressed?

- My bags are already in the car.
- The car?

It's downstairs. I just wanted to tell you--

I'll be five minutes.
I just have to find the closet.

Relax.

- I'll just grab shoes and a coat.
- No.

- No shoes. Just a coat.
- You don't have to come.

You’re leaving.
I have to go with you to the airport.

No.

I have to go to say goodbye.

- Rory, no.
- Yes.

I have to wave to you at the gate.

They won't let you come to the gate.
They'll stop you at security.

Okay, well,
I'll wave to you at the metal detectors.

Rory...

- I have to go with you.
- No!

Yes. You are leaving for London.
Who knows when we'll see each other again?

I thought that was all set.

What was all set?

Christmas, Thanksgiving, Guy Fawkes Day.

That's so far away.

Rory, if you come with me,
I won't get on the plane.

I've paid for the apartment
for the next year,

so you don't have to worry about that.

There's still a few weeks left on the car
service, so use it whenever you want.

I know that you won't,
but just in case you need to.

I'll call you when I get in, okay?

What?

I keep trying to think of
fabulous things to say,

but all I can think is,
"say hi to William and Harry for me."

I love you, Ace.

That's so much better than "say hi
to William and Harry for me."

I have to go.

G.G., come get your coat.

Not that coat. The pink coat.

Miriam, where's the pink coat?

She doesn't have a pink coat.

G.G.! Come back here!

- Who is that?
- Shh! That's your aunt Lorelai.

- Is she sick?
- No. Miriam...

Sorry, Mr. Hayden.

I don't like to wear my nightgown
to bed when I'm sick, either.

I'll explain later. Have fun at school.

Bye-bye, hon.