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It's me, and your father.
We're home.

I don't know if you forgot,
but we've been in Paris,

and we flew across oceans and
oceans just to see you again.

And, so, we would really
like to see you again --

today, tonight, A.S.A.P., okay?

So please call me.
Call me back.

S.T.A.S.A.P --
sooner than as soon as possible.

Okay, honey, call me.
Call me. Call me.

Call. Okay. Bye.

Okay, that was your last one.
I'm cutting you off.

She will call you
when she wakes up.

Now sit.

I need an open mind.
Are you giving me an open mind?

Okay, it's open.

Wide open?

Yeah, yeah, blue skies, green grass,
vistas as far as the eye can see.

Good, because I want
you to picture,

on this wall,

a waterfall.

You know, one of those wall waterfalls--
they're really soothing.

- Slam --
- What?

The sound of my mind closing.

Come on. We could get
a barcalounger right here

and just lean back and listen--
it'd be like living in Hawaii.

Are you serious--
a barcalounger?

Soft leather, button back pad
adjustable footrest.

You know what else
would be awesome?

Not having a barcalounger?

Flat-screen TV here--
high def, day and night.

You know what else might work?

One of those electronic fish--
what do they call it? --

the big-mouth billy bass.

You know what they are, right?
When somebody walks by,

they flap their mouths
and sing songs like

"Don't worry,
be happy" and "Take me to the river."

You're kidding.

I'm totally kidding, except for the
flat-screen. We need a flat-screen.

No! I'd rather have the
big-mouth billy bass fish.

What's wrong with
the flat-screen?

It's so "meet Georges Jetson,
his boy, Elroy" -- Leroy?

Elroy -- and it's not.

and give the mailman a
real chipper "howdy-do."

- Don't you dare.
- But there's a line.

I'm not gonna cobble my own shoes,
churn butter,

or watch a TV from 1976.

What? This baby has a remote
that has 19 buttons on it.

You do have running water,
don't you?

Hardy Har Har.

Oh, you can say "hardy Har Har,"
but I can't say "howdy-do"?

Life's not fair.

What's your problem with a giant
flat-screen? I mean, you love TV.

Yeah! But just because
I love something

doesn't mean I want
it to be giant.

I love grapes, you know,

but I don't want to sit down
and eat one humongous--

No, that would be fun.

Hello?

Hey. Welcome home.

Finally! I have been
calling and calling.

Yes, I know, since 5:00 a.m.

Well, that's noon
parisian time.

Well, then you should call
your parisian daughter

because your american
one was asleep.

- Hi, honey.
- Your dad says hi.

Hi dad, how was the trip?

Tonight. I'll tell you everything
when you come for dinner tonight.

I can't come tonight.

What? You have to.

I have a study group.

My major english quotes
professor's trying to kill me.

Well, all the more reason
to stay away from him.

Seriously, he sounds dangerous.

I'll come over the weekend.

No, Rory, it has to be tonight.

Why?

Uh... s-snails.

Snails?

W-We --
your dad and I brought back snails.

For eating?

Yes, and if we don't
cook them tonight,

they'll go bad.

Mom.

Well, it's true.

It has to be tonight. Please.

- Fine. I'll be there.
- Good!

I'm going back to bed.

Oh, what? At 1:00 in the afternoon?
Lazy girl.

My parisian daughter's
such a go-getter.

She's been up and
around for hours.

See you tonight.

All right, she's coming.

Snails?

Well, I just --
as long as she's coming.

So you said snails?

Well, I had to say something.

Well, at least we
have a plan now.

We'll sit her down in the kitchen,
feed her snails,

and tell her we got married.

Oh, my god.

I just hate that
she doesn't know.

She's gonna know tonight
when we tell her.

Y eah.

- Lor?
- Yeah.

She's gonna be happy.

Her parents just got married.
It's the dream.

Yeah.

Maybe I should tell
her by myself.

Together -- we agreed.
We're gonna tell her together.

Yeah, no, you're right.
You're right. I'm sorry.

I'm just so used to it
just being me and her.

I'll feel better
when she knows.

Well, she'll know tonight
when we tell her...

- Yeah.
- ...with snails.

Now we have to get snails.

- We'll find snails.
- Where do you get snails?

- Maybe Doose's has snails.
- Doose's doesn't have snails.

Well, then, we'll go
to a snail store -- emporium.

We'll find snails.

And a recipe.

They will have a recipe
at the snail emporium.

- Really?
- Yeah.

All right.

So you really liked
the chamber music?

The part I was
awake for, anyway.

And then, after that,
we went to see a basketball game.

Slightly less obscure.

Yeah, right? A lot of people seem
to be into the sports thing.

And I can see why --
the fastpace, the school spirit.

You liked it?

Again, the part
I was awake for.

Wow, a real
basketball fan, huh?

Ah! Oh, my god!

What is wrong with you!

You're not happy to see me.

Well, of course I am,
but why do you insist

on scaring me half to death
every time you're in town?

Well, besides the fact
that it's really fun --

well, actually, that's it.
It's just really fun.

Oh man. Just once, you could call
me and tell me you're coming home,

like a normal person.

Normal's borring.
Normal's overrated.

Normal's not why you love me.

So, what's going on?
Why are you here?

You know that space we've been
trying to book for our launch party?

- The Orchid room.
- Yeah.

The problem is,
it's booked till 2008,

or it was until Nadine Maybrooke
broke up with Jamie Erman,

thus canceling their engagement party
and freeing the space up tonight.

Poor Nadine and Jamie.

Hey, I invited them.
The more the merrier.

So, it's gonna be huge.

So, you're having your
launch party tonight.

Well, actually,
it's our prelaunch launch party.

Our launch party will take
more than 48 hours to plan.

It starts at 9:00.
You can be there, right?

Oh yeah,
I'm having dinner with my parents,

but I can stop by right after.

When did they get
back from France?

Last night. I would juste skip it,
but my mom really wants to see me

and, apparently,
make me snails.

Okay. Well, then,
I guess I'll see you post-snails.

It should be a pretty good time.
We've got a huge guest list.

Bobbi's pulled
out all the stops.

She's contracted five of the
hottest P.R. agents in the city

and has them hunkered
in a war room.

I'd be surprised if she lets
them take bathroom breaks.

You can't stop Bobbi.

Ace.

What? No, I like Bobbi. I do.

I don't like the fact that
she's not a big, swarthy dude.

But I recognize that my issues with
Bobbi have nothing to do with her.

She's lovely.
She's your colleague.

It doesn't matter that her
legs come up to my nose.

"A big, swarthy dude"?

With a cheesy goatee.

Well, maybe she'll
agree to the goatee.

And, hey, you want to come with me
tomorrow and check out apartments?

Apartments? Like, to live in?

I know it is cliché, but, yes,
I intend to live in my apartment.

In Manhattan?

Unless I strike you as
Staten Island kind of guy.

- You're moving to New York.
- Pretty much.

Which is an hour away?

Actually, an hour
and 20 minutes.

That's so much
closer than London!

You've been brushing
up on your geography?

No, I just can't believe it.
I mean, it's huge.

It's amazing. I --

Are you happy?

I'm so happy!

Come on.
Let's get something to drink.

But why do you have to
get your own apartment?

Why can't you just
live here with me?

I'd love to, Ace, but I think I'd
end up seeing more of the I-95

than I would of you.
I mean, my hours are gonna be crazy.

If I live near the office,
I can crawl home at 3:00 in the morning

- and crawl back to work at 7:00.
- It's a lot of crawling.

It just doesn't make
sense logistically.

So it's just gonna be me here?

Well, you were gonna live
here by yourself anyway.

I know, but if you're gonna
have your whole new apartment,

then you're gonna
need all your stuff.

Don't worry,
I'm not gonna clean you out, Ace.

I'll be fine. Take your stuff.

It's not gonna happened.
New apartment, new stuff.

Really?

Yeah. I-I want a fresh start.

Hey, well,
you should take some of your stuff,

like your favorite stuff.

Like what?

Like, you know, you can't live
without your suit of armor, can you?

I mean,
you really want to take that.

You don't like Henry?

Well, it's not that I don't like him.
It's just that he creeps me out.

Oh man,
now you just hurt Henry's feelings.

Well, he's gonna have to grow a
little tougher chain mail then

if he's gonna make it on the
mean streets of New York.

You're heartless, Gilmore.

You hungry?

You want some juice?

Notice my hair is green?

- Uh, hey?
- Diner's ready.

Five more minutes?

After dinner --
wash your hands.

What's so interesting, anyway?

Hyperphagia.

Oh, right. Cool.

That's just a fancy
term for overeating.

It's what bears do in
preparation for hibernation.

Oh hey, did I tell you about the time
I saw a grizzly bear on a camping trip?

- Are you serious?
- Yeah. 500 pounds, easy.

Turkey burgers,
sweet potato fries, broccoli.

Thanks. So, what did you do?

Just backed away real slow,
avoided eye contact --

that's how you show
you're submissive.

Really?

Yeah, it's all
about body language.

And you've got to
try to stay calm.

Were you?

No.

I forgot to tell you what happened
with Rachel at school today.

Did she apologize to Melissa?
Are they talking again?

Yeah, but they won't be as
soon as Melissa finds out

that Rachel asked Joanna to
come with her to Florida

to visit her grandparents.

Hey, did you remember
to wash my jean skirt?

It's hanging in the bathroom.

Cool. I want to wear
it to Sabrina's party.

I was going to wear
that purple dress,

but last time I wore it,
Adam called me "purple Nardini" all day.

Yeah, it's a pretty
uninspired insult,

but the way he said
it was so annoying.

And now,
since he knows it bugs me,

he's probably just gonna
keep saying it all night.

"All night"?

At Sabrina's party.

Why would Adam be at her party?

Because he was invited.

To Sabrina's birthday?

Well, yeah.

- Sabrina's a girl, right?
- Yeah.

- And Adam's a boy?
- Yeah.

And he'll be at her party?

Yeah, it's a boy-girl party.

What's that mean?

It means there will
both be boys...

and girls at the party.

Yeah. All right.

I just didn't know you were going
to boy-girl parties. That's all.

It's my first one.

I only got invited
'cause Sabrina's parents

made her invite
the whole class.

But I'm not about to look
a gift horse in the mouth.

So, you're mom's okay with
you going to a boy-girl party?

Of course. I'm 13.

So, um, listen.

This is probably a
stupid question, but...

is there gonna be
kissing at this party?

Okay! Ew, dad!

- What?
- Oh, gross!

What's gross-- kissing?

No, you talking about kissing.

What? All right, all right,
I won't say "kissing."

Ew, ew, ew, ew, ew, ew!
Stop! Stop!

All right! All right! I'm not saying
it at all. Done -- new topic.

I promise.

- The fries are really good.
- Good.

Good. Then eat your
broccoli, too.

Hello?!

Honey!

Oh, hi!

And that's how we do
it on the continent.

But of course. Hey, dad.

Hi, honey.

Come on. Come in! Come in!

Okay. What are you wearing?

I hear it's called an apron.

Interesting. Why are
you wearing that?

- Because I've been cooking snails.
- You're kidding me.

And cooking snails
and dealing with snail spatter.

- She really cook those?
- She did.

What do you mean?
I told you I was gonna cook them.

Yeah, but I thought it was just
something you say, like a euphemism.

A euphemism for what?

A euphemism for "I'm
ordering a pizza."

Come on, sit, sit.

So, how was your trip?

Oh, no.
First, a glass of wine --

we went to the chateau du
Nozet in the Loire valley,

and this is Pouilly fumé.

It's supposed to be one
of the best in the land,

and after trying 10 varietals--
note the use of "varietal"...

Noted.

...believe me,
you tend to believe them.

We were drunk by the end of the tour.
We bought a case.

Cool. So you went to a winery?
What else. What else did you do?

Um, here.

Try a snail.

Uh, no.

Please? Come on. I made them.

You try one.

I'm full.
I've been snacking on them all day.

Well, see, I had a lunch of bugs
and lizards, so I'm good, too.

All right, I'll try one.

You sure you don't want
a lime and some salt

so you can do it
like a tequila shot?

I'm good.

All right, you ready?

One, two...

- Well, how's it taste?
- Well?

Sort of like a
buttered gummi bear.

Pass.

So, whatelse?
Tell me -- France.

Okay, here it is.

While we were in France,
your dad and I --

we got married.

What?

We got married.

You got married married?

- Married married.
- Really?

Wow. Wow. Um...

Hey, congratulations.
T-That's-- That's so great.

Thanks. We're so excited.

Um, how? When?

Two days ago, in Giverny.

It's a little town about
an hour outside Paris.

It's where Monet had his studio,
where he painted the water lilies.

Oh, so you guys just went
there to get married?

Oh, no, we just went there to
walk around, to see the lilies.

And, um,
then it started raining,

and there was this little church,
and, uh...

it was so beautiful,
and we were so happy,

and we got married.

Wow.

The ceremony was in french,
so there's only a 90% chance

that we're actually married.
There's a 10% chance

we were issued a very
expensive dog licence.

Wow.

Wow. Um...

Oh, I'm --
I'm so happy for you guys.

Really?

You know, we need champagne.
Do we have champagne?

Uh, in the cooler in
the garage, maybe.

- Okay, I'll be right back.
- Okay!

Well?

What?

What do you think?

Um, what do you mean?

I mean, what do you think?

I don't know, mom.

I can't believe
that you did this.

- You're mad?
- Yes, I'm mad.

- Rory...
- Just stop, okay? Don't.

- Okay, but --
- I can't do this right now.

Because dad is about to come
back in here, and I just can't.

Okay.

Unfortunately, we went
all the way to France

and didn't come back with
a bottle of champagne,

so we're gonna have to make
do with California's finest.

It's okay.

And she showed me her ring,
this huge canary diamond.

Looked like something
Paris Hilton would wear.

- Hey, you made it.
- I made it.

You look beautiful.

How was the diner?
Did your mom really make snails?

Not only did she make snails,
she got married.

- What?
- In France-- to my dad.

- Wow.
- Yeah.

- Wow!
- I know.

How do you feel about it?

You mean besides really bad?

Do you want a drink?

No, I'm good for now.

Let's go outside
and talk about it.

No, I'm okay.
I mean, I will want to talk about it,

but right now I'm
still processing.

Well, it's a lot to process.
Don't feel like you have to stay

- if you don't want to.
- Oh, no. I want to be here.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Little-known fact --
I am quite the compartmentalizer.

In fact, I have a blister on my heel.
I've been ignoring it all evening.

All right. Well, if you change your
mind, you want to talk about it...

I'm fine. This is your night.

So how can I help?

Just be your charming,
blister-ignoring self.

I can do that. So, who's here?
Or, rather, who's not here?

We got a pretty
good turnout, huh?

Yeah.

All right, see that guy right there?
He's a Rockefeller.

He doesn't like you to talk about
the fact that he's a Rockefeller,

but we wants you to know he's a
Rockefeller, so if you talk to him,

make sure he knows you know,
but don't say you know.

I'm gonna try to work in
the phrase "Standard Oil."

Behind us --
Boykin and his fiancée, Celery.

And, no, I'm not kidding.
Those are their real names.

"Meet my boyfriend, Boykin."
Try saying that five times fast.

- Rory, you made it!
- Yeah.

Hey.

- Hey, Rory.
- Hi.

Oh, you look beautiful,
absolutely beautiful.

Careful, man, you're drooling.

How are things at Yale? Only six months
until you're sprung free, right?

Yeah. Don't remind me.
I'm so not ready to be sprung.

Stop to be brilliant.
Can I get you a drink?

- Oh, thanks.
- I'll be right back.

- Hello, Rory, darling.
- Hi.

I'm so happy you made it.
That dress is so cute.

Oh, thanks.
Um, your dress is cute, too.

Thank you, sweetheart.

So, bit of exciting news--

"Page Six" is here.

Really?

Wow. Congratulations.

- It's all Bobbi.
- Oh, rubbish.

Oh, before I forget, you sent a
case of champagne to Joe McMillan.

His website's trash,
but we need him to write

- something smashing about us.
- Sounds good.

Oscar Schroeder's limo didn't show.
I've got to find him another one.

The gentleman can't be expected
to walk three whole blocks.

Ooh, Tripp Cavanaugh?

Tripp! Hey, man,
glad you could make it.

- Bobbi, you know Tripp.
- Hi, sweetheart.

And this is my girlfriend,
Rory Gilmore.

- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you, too.

Tripp's just back from Tortola.

He's building an
incredible house there.

Wow, congratulations.

Well, we'll see. Construction
on the island is such a joke.

I mean,
try getting anyone to meet a schedule.

Yeah, I've heard that.

Plus, my property's
totally isolated,

which will be great once
the house is built,

but it's a
construction nightmare.

Turns out,
the bridge that accesses my land

can't take the weight of the
truck carrying the supplies.

We had to off-load the supplies
onto a smaller vehicle.

That necessited
two fork-lifts.

None of this is covered
in the estimate, of course.

It never is.

Anyway, so we finally got
the materials -- finally.

Oh, great.

Yeah. Unfortunately,
that's when the real trouble began.

Without consulting me, they decided
to move the pool over 10 feet

'cause the excavation crew needed
more room for their equipment.

Of course, I flip.

Who ever heard of a pool right
in the middle of the backyard?

Well, not me.

I told them that was unacceptable
and they'd had to move.

Can I get a picture
of you guys?

Absolutely.

I've got correct
names and spellings.

- Where was I?
- Your pool.

Oh right. So we shifted the
thing back 10 feet, thank God,

but when they started
digging in the right place,

we found out that
the soil in Tortola

is far more porous than
we initially thought.

- Oh, god.
- Bummer.

Yeah, bummer, that's right.
So we had to lay down a drainage sysm.

At least, that was the plan.

But it turnes out that Tortola have
these building codes that specifically --

Tripp, have you
met Natasha Wolfe?

No, I don't think so.

Oh, God, you have to meet her.

She has a house in Tortola, as well.
Come come.

- Oh, will you excuse me?
- Absolutely.

Nice meeting you.

Um, can we please
never go to Tortola?

I don't even want to
meet John Turturro.

Or eat tortellini.

Hey, you'll actually
like this guy.

Hugo.

Logan. Hey. How you doing, man?

Not too bad.
This is my girlfriend, Rory Gilmore.

Hey, Hugo Grey,
nice to meet you.

You too.

Hugo spent two years working at the New
York Times, another couple at Slate,

and then the Paris review
under George Plimpton.

Wow. Did you just
worship at his feet?

I tried, but he kept telling
me to get off the ground.

Hugo's starting a new online
magazine -- lots of buzz.

- It could mean nothing.
- Could mean something.

See why I like this guy?

You don't have to convince me.

Rory's the editor of
the Yale Daily News.

I was the editor. I just abdicated my
throne-- or, rather, my swivel chair.

That's impressive.

Your drink --
sorry it got waylaid.

I need your help, buddy.
Dan Cryer's about one drink away

from hitting on
Jerrickson's wife.

That would be bad. Excuse me.

I'm gonna monopolize you a little
bit longer if you don't mind.

Once you find somebody that can talk
about something other than stock quotes

at one of these things,
you hold on for dear life.

Oh God, I know what you mean.

It's pretty different
from parties at Yale?

Fewer drunken musing
on Roland Barthes.

Although, on the plus side,
I am learning a great deal

about the tackiness of
the canary diamond.

They're not teaching
that these days?

Tell me they at least have a
course in piloting the family jet.

Sadly, no.

Man. No wonder we're
falling behind the japanese.

Is it the chinese now?

We're definitely
falling behind someone.

So, what kind of pieces
you write at Yale?

A little bit of everything. That's
the great thing about being editor --

you can pretty much give
yourself the best pieces.

I got to interview Barack
Obama a couple weeks ago.

- He came to speak at campus.
- Really?

Did you ask your buddy Barack
if he's gonna run in 2008?

What kind of journalist
would I be if I didn't?

And?

Standard answer --
"no current plans."

But I saw a twinkle in his eye.

Well, you can't
quote a twinkle.

But you can describe it.

Good point.

Hey, listen. If you want to
submit something to my site,

I'd be happy to
take a look at it.

Really? Wow, that would be great.
What kind of pieces are you looking for?

Cultural and
social observations.

We're sort of Slate meets New
York Times' "lifestyle" section,

before they sold out.

You can definitely write
about a party like this.

Really?

I got Cryer talking golf --
disaster averted.

Good job.

I've got to take off, man.
I got an early morning.

All right, man. Thanks a lot for
coming out. I really appreciated.

No, thank you.
It was nice to meet you, Rory.

- You too.
- And here's my card.

- There you go.
- Thanks.

- Bye, I'll see you guys around.
- Bye.

Thanks. Look at you,
getting a card.

I know. He said
I should submit a piece for him,

like something
about this party.

Seriously? You have to do it.

I know. I am.

Logan, Rory,
I am so sorry I got pulled away.

Natasha Wolfe actually has a house
on another one of the beef islands.

Not Tortola. Still, she had an interesting
experience when she was building...

Okay, I'm just gonna leave
you one more message,

and then I'm gonna
start sending telegrams.

Honey, I know you think this
marriage was a big step, and...

and it seems impulsive to you,
and we talked about going slow,

and this seems like
the opposite of slow.

And, in some ways, it is.

And, in some ways,
it really isn't.

And I really want to
talk to you about it.

So, please, call me back...

or respond to any of my
forthcoming telegrams.

Okay. Bye-bye.

I don't know,
I think the piece is good.

I was just on a roll.
You know, I mean, I was hopped up.

I couldn't sleep.
I was just way too excited,

and I drank way too much coffee--
way too much coffee.

Oh, I should really stop talking
and let you finish reading.

One new message.

Okay, I'm just gonna leave
you one more message --

So...

What do you think?

I don't know what to say.

Oh, I know the ending is a
little convoluted, but I --

It's not convoluted.
You made your feelings perfectly clear.

What do you mean?

Just that it must have been
really hard for you at my party,

surrounded by all those people with --
how do you put it?

"Who can no more imagine a
world without trust funds

than a world without water --
imported and bubbly, of course."

Oh, no,
that was meant to be funny--

It sounds like it was torturous,
being stuck there

with "these overprivileged sons
and daughters of somebodies

who fail to grasp how out of
touch they seem to those of us

who don't have an errant
domestic employee

or a construction
problem on beef island."

- You're mad?
- You're damn right I'm mad.

But you were making fun of
these people all night.

I was joking. I wasn't standing
there judging everyone.

I didn't judge everyone.

The title of your article
is "Let them drink cosmos."

I was joking around with my girlfriend.
I wasn't comparing

a whole class of people
to Marie Antoinette.

I'm so sorry. I really didn't
think that this would upset you.

You didn't think
it would upset me?

No. No, I was just writing.
I mean, I was worked up.

I was mad at my mom. Maybe that
kind of got into the piece somehow.

But, no,
this was meant to be funny.

I didn't think you would
take it personally.

I mean, you're totally
different from these people.

No, I'm not, and you know what?
I don't want to be.

Logan.

What? I'm a rich trust-fund kid.
I'm not ashamed of it.

No, and you shouldn't be.
That's not what I meant.

I mean, my point,
or the point I was trying to make

was that people use
connections to get ahead.

Oh, give me a break. You act like making
connections is something nefarious.

It's not.
It's just people meeting people.

Well, it's certain people
meeting certain people.

It's not like anyone's
meeting Joe bus driver.

- And you're Joe bus driver.
- Well, no, but --

Exactly. Where do you get off
acting all morally superior?

That is not what I
intended to say at all.

You clearly think you are. Why?

Because you read "Ironweed"?
'Cause you saw "Norma Rae"?

Wake up, whether you like it or not,
you're one of us.

You went to prep school.
You go to Yale.

Your grandparents are building a whole
damn astronomy building in your name.

That is different, okay? It's not like
I live off a $5-million trust fund

my parents set up for me.

Well, you're not exactly
paying rent, either.

Screw you, Logan.

So, you're getting ready
for the party, huh?

Yep.

I can get you some
real wrapping paper.

Did you not see "An
inconvenient truth"?

Are you okay?

Yeah, I just have a little stomachache,
that's all.

Okay, what do you think? I put this
article on darfur on the front,

to put things in perspective in
case Sabrina doesn't like the CD

- that I picked out for her.
- It looks pretty good.

So, I wanted to talk
to you about tonight.

Hey, are you sure you're okay?
Maybe you should get something to eat.

I'm not hungry.
Hand me the tape, please.

Sweetie, you don't
look so good.

That's not a nice thing to say
to someone who's on her way

to her first boy-girl party.

- Oh yeah. Sorry.
- Tape, please?

So, look, about the party.

Yeah?

I want to talk to you about that thing
we were talking about the other night.

I'm not gonna use
the "k" word, okay?

Instead, I'll just
use "juggling," okay?

- "Juggling"?
- Juggling.

Okay.

Okay, so here's the thing.

Even if all the other
kids are juggling

and you might feel like
you want to juggle, too,

I don't think you should
juggle before you're ready.

I know.

And I don't think you're ready.

How do you know?

Well, let's put it this way.
I'm not ready.

That seems kind of arbitrary,
since you're not the one doing it.

Yeah, it may be, but, still,

if I let you go to this party,
you have to promise me

that you won't
juggle with boys.

- Fine.
- "Fine"?

Yes. Fine.

Okay.

Shoot, where'd I
put Sabrina's card?

Oh, there it is.

Hey, are you sure you're okay?

- I feel fine.
- Come here, let me feel your forehead.

I feel fine.

April, you have a fever.

I swear, dad, I feel fine.

Yeah, you can't go to
the party if you're sick.

- I'm not sick!
- Yeah, you are, sweetie.

You're just saying that 'cause
you just don't want me to go!

- That's not true.
- It is! You don't trust me!

Of course I do.
Look, there will be other parties.

- No!
- I'm sorry, April. You're sick.

- I'm not!
- Yeah, you are, sweetie.

- I can go!
- No, you can't.

You suck as a dad!

You have no messages.

I think this is the
last of the clothes.

Ah yeah?

Aah! Come here. What is that?

What?

It's a shirt.
What's wrong with a shirt?

Let's start with the color.
It's peach.

I look good in peach.

Exactly. Men who buy peach
shirts buy it 'cause they think

they look good in peach, which
means they really thought about it,

which means they're
obsessed with their looks!

I'm not obsessed with my looks!

Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you a peach shirt.

Oh, just leave my stuff alone.

- Oh, my god, you dirty thief.
- Excuse me?

You stinking, lying,
stinking, ratty, dirty thief!

What?

This is my Police
"Synchronicity" t-shirt.

I have been missing
this for 22 years!

I asked you if you had it!

I looked you right in the face,
and you denied it!

I lied.

Oh, you lied! You lied!

Do you know how long
I looked for this?!

Days and days! And then I accused
my mother of throwing it out,

and she said she didn't, and,
oh, my god, I hated her.

Oh my god, I could have had the
best relationship with my mother

if you hadn't stolen my shirt.

Well, keep laughing, buddy,

because, I'll tell you,
the laugh's on you now!

You better get used
to seeing this shirt,

because I have to make up for
22 years of not wearing it.

Where do you think
you're going?

I'm dropping this stuff
off in Rory's room.

Actually, I guess
it's G.G.'S room now.

Wow, that's weird, huh?

Really weird.

A big sellingpoint -- the proximity
of this room to the kitchen.

I don't know why, but G.G.
was incredibly psyched about that.

Why? You feed her, don't you?

I knew there was something
I was forgetting.

W-What are you doing?

I'm juste seeing how heavy it is. I thought
maybe we could move it in the garage,

get G.G.'s coloring
table in here.

Yes, or we could just
leave it right here.

Nah, G.G.'s not gonna need
it for a couple years.

Oh, you know what
I was thinking?

- Trundle beds.
- Trundle beds?

For when Rory comes to visit.

Uh, okay. Wait.
I'm sorry. Slow down.

Why?

I just -- I don't want to change Rory's
room all around without consulting her.

She's not gonna care. She's graduating
from college in the spring.

Right, and lots of college
graduates end up back home,

where they need their desks.

Lor.

What? I'm just being
realistic, okay?

It's not like she's gonna be
an investment banker. You know.

She's gonna be a journalist,
and journalists get paid crap.

So, if she needs money,
we'll help her out.

Right. Okay. That's fine.

But, still, why not just
leave Rory's room as it is?

Give G.G.
something to aspire to.

Things worked out pretty well for Rory.
I mean, she went to Yale.

Lor...

Chris?

I know it's difficult,
but things around here are gonna change.

You think I don't know that?

I just, uh...

I don't want Rory to feel like the
rug's being pulled out from under her,

you know,
like she's being kicked out.

Rory's gonna be fine.

You don't know that.
She's already upset.

About what?

About you and me,
about the marriage.

She seemed fine
when we told her.

In front of you,
and then you left, and...

...she told me she
was really upset.

What? H-How could
you not tell me that?

Well, honey, I --

No, I'm her father, Lorelai.
We're married now.

Okay, well,
I'm telling you now.

Let's call her.
We should talk about it.

- I did.
- And?

And she's not
answering right now.

But it'll be okay, you know?
It'll be fine. It's just --

It's a sensitive thing,
and, uh...

and I-I just feel like
we should give it time,

you know, before
we spring trundle beds on her.

Yeah, okay.

I mean,
she just needs time to adjust.

- Okay.
- Okay?

There's a few more things I
got to bring in from the car.

He's the one who insisted
I move in with him.

Begged me practically.

And now he throws it back in my face,
like I'm some kind of leech.

- That's such a low blow.
- So low.

- I hate everyone today.
- Including us?

Well no, not you guys,
but don't cross me, sister.

Keep reading, Liv.

I'm practically homeless.
I mean, obviously, I can't live there.

You can move in with us.

- Is that allowed?
- Well, not technically.

But we have a hot plate, and we're
not allowed to have that either.

Will you finish reading that
article so I can read it?

Okay, okay.

Seriously, Rory,
you should just move in here with us.

We'll make a smaller common room.
We'll put up a temporary wall.

You know how to do that?

I don't,
but boyfriend's super handy.

Oh, right.

He put up those bookshelves, and
they're fine for, you know, paperbacks.

You know what?
Don't worry about me.

You guys are taking enough of
a risk with that hot plate.

I will figure something out.

Well, if you need to...

- Yeah.
- Thanks.

Here.

So, what did you think?

- It's a really great piece.
- You think?

- Yeah, you're an awesome writer.
- Thanks.

It was sharp and funny, and I could
totally see everything and
imagine everyone.

Thanks. And it's
not mean, right?

No, no, it's mean.

Yeah, it is mean,
and I'm only on the first paragraph.

Keep reading,
it get's meaner.

It's mean?

Sort of Lynn Hirshberg meets --

I don't know,
someone really mean.

What? No!
No, I'm Fran Lebowitz.

It's supposed to
be fun, frothy,

lighthearted satire,
social anthropology.

I'm Tama Janowitz.

A mean Tama Janowitz.

Oh, god. I'm mean?

I'm mean and judgmental,
and I didn't even mean to be.

I was just trying to sell an article.
No wonder he's upset.

Come on! He knows you.
It wasn't intentional.

That's worse!
I didn't even mean to be mean,

and I was mean.
Mean and judgmental and insensitive.

I really do hate everyone today,
including myself.

Great. The circle's complete.

You sure you don't want some ginger ale?
It'll settle your stomach.

- I feel fine.
- Okay.

How about a movie?
I could rent us a movie.

Come on, April.
Look, I know you're a little upset.

But, I promise you,
there will be other parties.

Come on, talk to me.

Wow! Okay,
you're really hot, sweetie.

Hang on a minute.

Hello?

April's really sick,
and I don't know what to do.

She's got a fever, and it's her stomach.
And she's really pale, so--

Okay. Slow down.
Did she throw up?

No.

Did she eat something bad?

No, she hasn't eaten
anything all day.

Aw, where does it hurt?

- She's holding her side.
- Which side?

Her right side.
It seems to be getting worse.

Oh, you know,
it could be appendicitis.

Appendicitis-- Really?

Yeah, it's gonna be okay, but you should
take her right to the hospital, okay?

- Take her to St. Joseph's.
- Okay. Okay.

- We have five minutes left.
- No, we don't.

I checked my watch
before I fed the meter.

So did I.

You couldn't have.
Because we've got five minutes left.

No.

Five minutes have passed since you
started this inane conversation.

So if I were you, I'd put another
quarter in and call it a day!

You need to check
your watch battery.

This is a quartz Timex.
You wind it.

Hey.

- Oh, hey.
- How is she?

Okay. It was appendicitis,
like you said.

But she's okay.

The operation went
really great.

They got it out, no problem.
And she's gonna be fine.

And I'm gonna be able
to see her pretty soon.

- Good, good.
- Yeah.

You didn't --
you know you didn't have to come,

but thanks for coming.

There's nothing worse than taking
your kid to the emergency room.

You know,
I remember Rory had food poisoning,

and they had to hook
her up to an I.V.

and she just looked
so little and scared.

It made me feel like they were
gonna have to hook me up to an I.V.

Yeah, I was almost out of my mind,
I was so scared.

At one point,
I got so panicked,

I was thinking maybe I'd
give her my appendix,

if they could do some kind of
a transplant or something.

But I was a little
out of my mind.

- Well, I'm glad she's gonna be okay.
- Yeah, she's gonna be all right.

Mr. And Mrs. Nardini?

Oh, no. Hi, I'm Luke Danes.
I'm April's dad.

Well, she's a little
out of it right now,

but you and your wife
can go in and see her.

- No, she's not my...
- No, I'm not, uh...

Oh. Sorry. I just assumed.

So, would both of you
like to go in and...

- I'll just...
- You go.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Bye.

Trust me. Don't call him today.

He's going to put
his money down.

He just doesn't like
the aggressive stuff.

We have to sit back,
relax, let him come to us.

If we don't hear from him in a week,
then we panic.

Yeah. Nick,
I got to call you back.

All right. Bye.

Sorry.

I hope it's okay that I'm here.

Hey, it's your apartment.

Rory... I'm so
sorry I said that.

Yeah, well...

I was way out of line.
I just...

I love it that you're here. You know
that I love it that you're here.

Yeah. No, I know.

I was just upset.

Well, you had every right to be.
That article was awful.

- It wasn't awful.
- It was awful.

And mean and judgmental,
as you said.

I just--
I don't even know why I didn't see that

or what I was thinking,
except that maybe I wasn't thinking.

- Look, it's okay.
- No, it's not okay.

I was just trying to
write a clever article,

and I didn't mean to upset you,

but I should have thought about it.
I should have known.

But if that's the
way you feel...

But that's just it.
It's not the way I feel.

You don't have to approve
of everything I do.

I know that, but I actually do.

I mean, I have total respect for
everything that you're doing.

I'm so proud of you.

I know you are.

Do you?
Because I really need you to know that.

I really know that.

- Because I really am.
- I know.

- Promise?
- I promise.

And look, the truth is, I wouldn't be so
upset if you weren't such a good writer.

I mean, talk about the pen being
mightier than the sword. It's true.

That pen of yours
is a howitzer.

You don't have to say that.

I wouldn't if it wasn't true.

Can we talk about something
besides the article?

You got to compliment me.
Let me compliment you.

- We're complimenting each other now?
- If you'll let me.

I guess that's okay.

You're a really
great writer, Ace.

You have great hair.

You've got awesome teeth.
I've always admired your teeth.

Really? I never knew.

Yep, particularly
the bottom ones.

I love you so much.

I love you, too.

Um, but here's the thing.
I have to move out of this apartment.

- No, you don't.
- Yes, I do.

I always thought that you
would come back and live here.

But now that you're getting your own
place nearby, it's just different.

- No, it's not.
- Yes, it is.

It's just something
I have to do for me.

But you should know that I
plan on taking Henry with me.

You'll have to take that up with him.
You did insult him earlier.

Did I? Hmm.

- Hey.
- Hi. I'm sorry.

I would have buzzed up,
but I saw a delivery guy coming in,

so I slipped in with him.

Boy, they sure do
eat well over in 4-F.

- Can I come in?
- Oh, yeah. Sure. Come on in.

What are you doing here?

Well, I just--
I wanted to see you.

Look, I got to run out and
take care of a few things.

- Good to see you, Lorelai.
- Thanks. Good to see you.

I'm guessing your
cellphone's not broken, huh?

I just didn't feel
much like talking.

I know.
Look, I know you're upset.

I know this seems sudden and
like we didn't think it through.

And in a way, it was impulsive.

But in other ways,
it's been 20 years in the making.

That's not why I'm upset.
I'm glad you're married.

- You're glad?
- Yes, I'm -- I'm happy for you.

It's wonderful.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

You're great together.
You love each other.

I mean, it's every kid's dream, right?
Parents get back together.

But I wasn't there.

You weren't there.

I should have been there
when you got married.

Yes, you should
have been there.

I mean, how would you feel if I
got married and you weren't there?

- Awful. I would feel awful.
- I feel awful.

Look, I'm sorry. You know, I --

Of course I wanted
you to be there.

I could have been there. All you
had to do was make one phone call.

You could have picked up the
phone and said, "come to Paris,"

- and I would have come to Paris.
- I know that and I did.

I wanted to call you.

But then I thought,
if I called you,

then you'd want to talk about it,
and I'd have to explain.

And then maybe I would
talk myself out of it.

I mean, after everything that
happened with the engagement,

I didn't want a debate.
I didn't want to explain.

I just wanted to do it,
because I am so certain, Rory.

I'm so certain that
this is right.

I really wanted to be
married to your dad,

and I didn't want to talk my way
out of it. I just wanted to do it.

I wouldn't have
tried to stop you.

I wouldn't have tried
to talk you out of it.

- No?
- No.

I mean,
the only thing I might have said

is maybe you guys would want to come
back to the States to get married

so you could have some close friends
there, like Sookie and Jackson,

maybe grandma and grandpa, G.G.

Or maybe you would have wanted
to live together for a while,

like six months,
just to try it out.

Yeah, I totally would have
talked you out of it.

Oh, I'm sorry.

No, don't be sorry. I mean,
I'm really happy for you and dad.

It's amazing.

It is amazing.

You're married.

I know.

- It's big.
- It's big.

It's a big change.

But nothing's gonna change
between you and me.

I don't want you to feel weird.

Okay.

Of course, your dad is gonna put
flat-screen TVs in every room in
the house,

but your house is
still your house.

Your room is still your room,

though we did talk about putting
a trundle bed in for G.G.,

so it'd kind of be your room and
G.G.'s room. We don't have to do that.

- No, I'm down with a trundle bed.
- You are?

Yeah, I love a good trundle.

I'll trundle it up with G.G.

Hey, you didn't take dad's name,
did you?

No. No. "Hayden"? No.

I don't want to be Mrs. Hayden
planetarium for the rest of my life.

I'm Lorelai Gilmore, okay?

Lorelai Gilmore without
the "Gilmore" is like...

Gil, you know, less.

Okay.

- What ya doin'?
- Hey. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to wake you up.

You probably shouldn't be moving
furniture around at midnight, then.

- I'm sorry.
- It's okay.

- When did you get back?
- Half an hour ago.

How's April?

She's appendix-less,
but she's gonna be okay.

Good.

I saw Luke.

- Was it okay?
- It was fine.

Good. It's good you went over.

But then I went to see Rory.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

- How is she?
- She's good.

- We talked, and she's good.
- Good.

And she's really happy
that we're married.

I knew she would be.

Hey, I was thinking
about the room.

And I was thinking we should paint it,
and we should let G.G. pick the color.

- She's gonna pick pink.
- Pink would be great in here.

Come on,
help me moves this out.

Okay.

Hey, so I was upstairs.
I got an idea.

How about a flat-screen
in the bedroom?

The bedroom?

- Come on.
- No!

Think about it!

Let's take a look at the
national weather map and see

what's in store for the
country over the next f--

The biggest males
weigh over half a ton.

And they're tall enough,
at 10 feet, to see forever.

The russian brown bear is
identical to our grizzly --

ursus arctos horribilis,

"the horrible bear."

Are your closets and drawers so
cluttered you can't find a thing?

The killings were the
latest in a series --

"Tow years ago, I did you out of a wedding
in this house by eloping to Maryland."

Two years ago,
you were invited to a wedding--

Just a loan.

- Put this in your vest pocket.
- Don't have a vest.

Then hold it in your hand.

- "Which was very bad manners."
- Which was very bad manners.

"But I hope to make it up to you by going
through with it now as originally planned."

But I hope to make
it up to you by --

By going beautifully
through with it now...

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