All language subtitles for Gilmore Girls.S07E15.I`m a Kayak, Hear Me Roar.720p.H265-Zero00

Yes?

Um, Paris, it's Lorelai.

Come in. The door is open.

I'm so sorry that it's so early.
I --

Oh. Wow. Hey.

Sorry. We're in the middle
of our yoga practice.

I didn't really imagine you
guys to be the yoga types.

It was a circuitous
path that led us here.

I only signed up for the class
'cause I thought it'd help me

B.S. my way through any
med-school interviews

when they talk about all
that homeopathic, holistic,

naturopathic,
chiropractic, TCM,

unani, ayurveda crap.

Plus, we thought it would be
funny to goof on. But now...

I guess the great
cosmic goof is on us.

Is Rory asleep?

You mean spiritually
or literally?

Literally.

Yeah, I think so.

Hey, mom.

Hey. Sorry I didn't call first.
I left my phone at home.

And it's 6:00 in the morning.
Why are you up?

Paris and Doyle were chanting.
Why are you up?

Oh, I've been up for a while,
driving --

- Driving?
- Yeah, for a few hours.

- Driving?
- Yeah, driving.

- Mom, what's going on?
- Want to go for a drive?

Um, sure. Let's go for a drive.

So... we're driving.

Yeah, we're driving.

Honey, your dad and I
split up last night.

Oh, mom, I'm so sorry.
Are you okay?

I'm okay --
I'm driving, moving forward.

- You are driving.
- Yep.

It just wasn't right, you know?
And he knew it wasn't right,

and I knew it wasn't right.
It just wasn't...

- It wasn't right.
- It wasn't,

and pretending it was was just
gonna hurt him and hurt me,

and we didn't want to do that,
so we split up,

and he's moving out, and...
what are you thinking?

I don't know.
I guess, first of all, I'm sorry.

I mean, at first, I was so excited
that you guys were getting together

because it seemed like
something that was meant to be,

something that
was like destiny.

But... then... I guess...

to me,
it kind of never felt right.

I'm so sorry.

I just want you to know, your dad is
gonna be in your life -- in our lives.

I know that.

And G.G., too. I mean,

your dad is still your dad,
you know?

I know that, mom. I do.

So, who else knows?

Nobody. That's it.

Well, you and the
Quickie Mart guy.

You told the Quickie Mart guy?

I was upset.
I was standing by the magazines.

I didn't want him to think I was
verklempt over Nicole Richie so...

that's it.
I wish I could leave it at that.

The idea of telling your
grandmother -- God.

- Oh. Oh, wow.
- What?

We're out of gas?

We're out of... gas.

- I've never run out of gas before.
- Me neither.

Well, here we are.

Out of gas.

Well, I guess I should ca--

I don't have my cellphone.

I left mine in my room.

Okay. It's okay. No, it's fine.

We'll just have to get gas somehow.
We can do this.

There's a gas station up ahead,
where route 68 goes through Naugatuck.

Okay.

So... we're walking?

Oh, we're walking.

Well, it's a beautiful day.

Yes, it is.

It's weird that it
can be so beautiful.

Yeah.

How far is Naugatuck from here?

I don't know exactly.

I guess it's walking distance.

I hope it's walking distance.

Hello?

- Hi, there.
- How you doing?

- How are you?
- May I take your coats?

- Coats?
- Oh. Okay.

Thank you.

Um-- I-- th--
I think she's in the living room.

I'm not sure--
maybe-- not sure--

What? Her mouth is moving.

I can't hear anything.
Is something wrong with my ears?

No, I don't think it's your ears,
poor thing.

This house is a giant skinner box
with chippendale chairs. Hello?

In here!

- Hey, mom.
- Hey, grandma.

Hello, Rory, Lorelai.
How are you?

Good. How are you? How's dad?
Is he up to this, you think?

Why wouldn't he be?

Well, mom, he just got out of the
hospital. I wonder if it's too soon.

The doctor said there's no reason he
can't go back to his normal routine,

as long as he doesn't do
anything too strenuous.

It's not as though sitting at a table,
having dinner with one's family

requires a great
deal of effort.

Well... you're right.

He should be down by now.

Is Christopher coming?

Um... he's not able to make it tonight.
I'm sorry.

Well...

that's too bad.

In the meantime,
can I offer you a drink?

Yes. The usual --
Martini up, with a twist.

Oh, I'm sorry.
I'm not serving alcohol tonight.

I told you there was something
wrong with my ears. What?

I'm serving nonalcoholic
cocktails only.

There's no such thing as
a nonalcoholic cocktail.

There most certainly is.
It's called a mocktail.

- You're serving mocktails?
- Yes.

I can offer you a Shirley
Temple or a Roy Rogers.

I'll have a Roy Rogers.

Why not a howdy doody
or a captain Kangaroo?

Lorelai, stop being so selfish.
We're doing this for your father.

After you've had open-heart surgery,
alcohol is strictly verboten.

No alcohol. No alcohol.

Well, there you are.
I told you to tell Mr. Gilmore

that his daughter
and granddaughter

were pulling into the
driveway 15 minutes ago.

Mr. Gilmore says he's in
the middle of watching golf

and he'll be down as
soon as he's finished.

Golf? He's watching golf?

Well, if you tell him we're
expecting him downstairs,

I would very much
appreciate it.

I'm not really sure that falls
under my job description.

Fine. Fine.

Fine.

Fine.

- Here you go.
- Thank you.

Oh, that's a strong one, mom.
You know I'm driving.

Tastes great.

You know what se
tastes great? Rum.

For heaven's sake, Lorelai.

If you're unable to go for
a few hours without alcohol,

I can send the maid out
to get you a six-pack.

- Richard!
- All right. I'm here.

You can put away your leash.

- Hey, grandpa.
- Hey, dad.

- Rory, Lorelai.
- How are you feeling?

Like a man who's been torn away

from one of the most pivotal
golf matches in history.

If you're not up for it,
we can take a rain check.

We don't need a rain check.

Richard, wouldn't you like
to change for dinner?

No, if you're going to
treat me like a patient,

I'm going to act like a patient.
Patients wear robes.

All right. Fine.
May I offer you a mocktail?

No. I don't want a mocktail.

In fact, I'd like to skip
"mocktail hour" altogether

and go straight to dinner.

But it isn't time yet to --

All right. We'll eat now.

Francette, would you please
go tell Aurora to tell Stefan

we are ready to have
dinner served now?

Look, Mrs.
Gilmore, I have to reiterate,

I am here as a
medical professional,

not a carrier pigeon.

Well, as a medical professional,
you should be concerned with my health.

And not eating isn't healthy,
is it?

Nor is getting agitated.

And I have to tell you, Francette,
I'm getting quite agitated.

Don't threaten me, Mr. Gilmore.

It's fine, it's fine.
I'll go tell her myself.

Wow.

A six-pack sounds
really good right now.

Here's your plate, sir.

I hope it's not too hot --
the plate, not the food.

Oh, well. It's fish again.

It's sea bass.

And sea bass is a fish --
hence my comment

"surprise, surprise --
it's fish again."

It tastes good.

Tastes like fish.

I don't think it tastes fishy.

Sea bash is not a fishy fish.

Mackerel is a fishy fish.
Trout can be a fishy fish.

But sea bass is not
really a fishy fish.

I didn't say it tasted fishy.
I said it tasted like fish.

I think it tastes good.

The green beans are very green-beany,
which is so good,

especially if you like green beans,
which I do.

Anyone see any good
movies lately?

- No.
- This fish is bland.

Would you like some
more lemon-dill sauce?

No.

Okay.

The sauce is good, mom.

It's nice, isn't it?

Tart, but not too tart.

Stefan, the chef we stole from the
Lowells, is doing a marvelous job

incorporating the dietary
recommendations --

Enough.

If forced, I may eat this fish,

but I absolutely refuse to waste my
time having a conversation about it.

So, Lorelai, I take it that
Christopher is still out of town?

He couldn't make it tonight.

That's too bad.

That man has been traveling
quite a lot lately.

Oh yeah? I guess.

I hope he'll be around for the
party your mother's planning.

I know I'm looking
forward to it.

It's my only hope for eating a
decent meal in the forceable future.

Your mother was planning to
serve cornish game hens.

Is that still the plan, Emily?

Yes, I've even spoken to
the caterer about preparing

a special skinless hen for you.

Oh, for heaven's sakes.

Don't get angry, Richard.

It's your doctor's orders,
not mine.

You know what? I'm full.

These flowers are pretty.

They really are nice.

If you will excuse me,
I have to get back to my golf.

- Richard!
- Please.

I know I've missed
Jacklin's bogey on the 16th.

I'm not missing his
putt on the 17th.

That's a famous putt, Emily.

Wait --
you're watching an old golf game?

Well, it's the last singles
match of the '69 Ryder cup.

Jacklin, Nicklaus --
the concession!

I can't believe you're watching an
old golf game instead of eating...

- Fish?
- Dinner with your family.

You already know how
it's going to turn out.

Well, that never stopped
people going to see "Hamlet."

Lorelai, Rory,
good night. Emily.

Richard... Richard!

The idea that two grown men hitting
a tiny ball with metal sticks

is the equivalent of
"Hamlet" -- ridiculous.

But can I say anything? No!
Because I can't agitate him.

It is ridiculous.
Golf is really more like "Richard III."

They're all hunched over.

I'm going to go get him.

It sounds like grandma's going full steam
ahead with this whole party-planning thing.

I know!

She's going to kill 400
cornish game hens --

probably with her
own bare hands.

Your grandfather just
had a heart attack.

Your grandmother
is not drinking.

This isn't exactly the ideal time to tell
them their only daughter's marriage is over.

I know.

I don't know what she'll do.
She's gone bananas.

For all I know,
she'll throw a molotov mocktail at me.

I know, but only you can
save the cornish game hens.

Save the cornish game hens!

Hey, hey! What are you doing?
Get back in bed.

I just want to check
my e-mail real quick.

- Oh, no, no, no.
- What's the big deal?

I made you a special
birthday breakfast in bed,

and if you don't go back to bed, it's
gonna be a special birthday breakfast

at a desk, which is something
I have never heard of.

Happy birthday.

Now it is, now that there are
cinnamon buns in the picture.

Are you impressed?
It's my specialty.

I can cook anything
that comes in a tube.

I am impressed and hungry.

Get back in bed!
You are the birthday boy.

You should not be working.
You should be luxuriating,

eating peeled grapes and
being fanned with palm fronds.

Peeled grapes? Well, what if the
birthday boy gets back in bed

but is allowed to
bring his laptop?

Deal.

Somebody's pretty into
this whole birthday thing.

If by "birthday thing," you mean the
celebration of the miracle of your birth,

the anniversary of the day when
this world went from being

a world without Logan Hunzberger
to a world with Logan Hunzberger,

then, yes, I'm pretty into it.

You really love me, don't you?

You're okay.

I'm not used to all this hoopla.
Birthdays aren't a very big deal

- in the Hunzberger family.
- Why not?

Because birthdays aren't
something you achieve.

Why should you be lauded for
something that just happens to you?

Didn't you have birthday
parties when you were a kid?

They were parties, sort of,

but not with any kids
I actually knew.

That sounds like a blast.

I never had a regular
birthday cake.

I always wanted just a good old,
plain yellow cake, with frosting.

But desserts were some fancy
flambé thing with alcohol.

Well, those years of birthday
neglect will become a faint memory

after the Gilmore treatment.

Plenty of hoopla in a
Gilmore birthday, huh?

Hoopla and then some.
My mom always went all out.

- How's your mom doing?
- She's okay.

And you?

I feel like celebrating
your birthday.

Why are you working?
It's your birthday.

And I thought your deal
was already closed.

It is.

Then all that's left
to do is celebrate --

and tell your dad, because you said
Hunzbergers celebrate achievement.

Isn't closing this deal
a pretty big achievement?

I don't want to tell my dad --
not yet.

He can read about it in
the Wall Street journal,

which in fact is what I just had
sent to me -- the press release.

The press release, huh?
That's fancy.

"Hunzberger, a young
visionary entrepreneur."

Does that sound dorky?

Nope. Sounds great.
It's exciting.

- These are good, by the way.
- Good.

But what would be great with them
is a nice bowl of peeled grapes.

- Oh yeah?
- Would you make peeled grapes?

If they come in a tube, I do.

Hello?

- Lorelai?
- Mom?

- They won't deliver.
- Deliver what?

And, apparently, none of their
help has driver's licenses.

That's a little irresponsible,
don't you think?

You got to help me out
a little here, mom.

Why are you leering at me?

Mother, are you on peyote?

Mr. Gilmore's light
bulb is bothering him.

I'm sorry --
it's that some sort of nurse code?

The 60-watt bulb on
his bedside lamp

is apparently casting a harsh
glare on the television.

Well, then,
get him another light bulb.

It's just not my job.

- Then get Francette to do it.
- I am Francette.

- Mom.
- Aurora is the maid.

Then ask Aurora to
find a light bulb.

- I can't find Aurora.
- You can't find Aurora?

She's hiding from Mr. Gilmore.

- Hello?
- She's hiding from --

Never mind. I'll get it myself.
Honestly -- these people!

Mother, what is
going on over there?

Your father is running
low on his blood thinners,

and the pharmacy can't
be bothered to deliver.

Are you calling to ask me if I
will pick up dad's prescription?

Well, I can't leave the house,
or chaos will ensue.

You're calling to imply that
you would like to ask me

to pick up dad's prescription ?

It's a pharmacy at the corner
of Walden and Hasbrook lane.

Okay--

Hello?

No, it's no problem at all.
I'd be happy to.

It's just nice to
be appreciated.

By the way,
Chris and I broke up. Bye.

Yeah, it's true --
he's definitely moved out.

Last time I saw the...
beagle's car in the driveway,

it was days ago.

Then I saw the mover's truck,

so only the...
hen is living there now.

Did the hen break up with the beagle,
or the beagle with the hen?

I don't know.

The poor hen.

She's been through so much.

You know, just kind of getting
used to him -- the beagle.

But he's not right for her.
He's a beagle, you know.

And beagles belong
with beagles.

And the hen belongs
with the rooster.

Maybe.

Well, does the rooster know
about the hen and the beagle?

Oh, yeah, east side Tillie was in here
yesterday, blabbing her big mouth off.

How did he take it?
Did you see his face?

Yeah, but you know the rooster.

It's like looking at stonehenge.
I don't know what he thinks.

I hope he gets his act together
because I think they're perfect.

Yeah, but maybe sh--
the hen belongs with someone else...

like a penguin or an ostrich.

I can no longer sit here
and listen to this.

Oh, good. Go sit over there.

I'm sorry, but I can't in good conscience
let this perverse conversation continue.

Are you insinuating that a hen
could mate with an ostrich?

Because even ignoring the question
of biological feasibility,

it's completely
morally reprehensible.

Oh, buzz off with your
"morally reprehensible."

How do you expect her
to lay those eggs?

Have you thought about that,
have you?

- Hey, big brother!
- Surprise!

Yes, Liz, T.J., jeez,
and piles of your belongings.

It's so good to see you.

Yeah, you, too. Hey, Doula.

- She looks good, huh?
- Yeah.

Sturdy, too,
like she might be a female wrestler.

- Oh, fingers crossed.
- Right.

You know what I'm thinking?
Free tickets.

So you two just decided
to swing by the diner

with a half a dozen bags and
a baby apparatus of some kind?

No, we decided to come
and keep you company.

- Company?
- Yeah.

Now that April's in New Mexico,
we figured

you might be getting
a little lonely.

No, I'm not getting lonely.

I miss having
April around, sure,

but I talk to her every
wednesday after swim practice

and every sunday if she's
done all her homework.

It's going good.

Are you buying this?
I'm not buying it.

Buying what?
There's nothing to buy.

Hey, where are you going?

Oh, don't do the
stiff-upper-lip thing with us.

We're family.
We're here for you.

Look, Liz, it's really sweet of
you to come by and visit, but --

You're planning on
staying here for a while?

We don't want you to be lonely.

How long exactly are you
planning on keeping me company?

A few days, a week tops.

I don't need to
be kept company.

Yeah, but you --

We should just come clean.

- No.
- Yes. About what?

- About nothing.
- T.J.

How about them celtics, huh?
They sure can dribble a basketball.

- Liz...
- We got moths.

- I'm sorry?
- Oh, me too, believe me.

Luke, it's horrible. I hate those
little floppy, fluttery jerks.

Moths, huh?

Dude, they're everywhere -- flying around,
popping out of the flour container,

congregating around the light bulbs,
all pasty and white.

I swear,
moths are like the loser butterflies

that couldn't get laid if they
tied a $100 bill to their --

T.J., I got it. You got moths.

So we figured we
could avoid the moths

and have a little
quality time with you.

Yeah, all right, just go ahead upstairs,
make yourselves at home.

Love it!

It's miso, Richard.
It's good for you.

Soup.

Stefan! Stefan!

Soup is not a meal,
nor is a salad.

Soup and salad are either
precursors to a meal or addenda.

Richard, please.

Soup and salad is not a meal.

We have salmon if
you want salmon.

I don't want salmon.
For heaven's sakes, I don't want salmon.

What I would like
is a proper meal.

Aurora, the door!

I was given certain
dietary parameters.

I know that. I'm not stupid.

I know what the
situation is here.

- I just don't know --
- Francette, Aurora,

either of you, both of you,
will someone answer the door?!

I'm sure Stefan is interested
in your input, Richard.

Here's my input --
this food is inedible.

Fine, I'll get it myself,
not that it's my job.

A suggestion -- maybe you would
prefer some light sandwiches.

Sandwiches?!

Hi. I come bearing drugs.

Please don't bellow that.

Bellow what -- "drugs"?!

- Lorelai.
- How's dad doing?

He's just fine.

I swear you can get better
food in an airplane.

I haven't been in a submarine,

but I'll wager the food
is better there, too.

It's an adjustment.

Let me offer one
more suggestion.

What -- tacos?

No. I quit!

- Fine.
- Stefan, no!

I'll tell you something.

I have worked in so many
four-star restaurants,

I could have my
own constellation.

And yet,
I'm treated like this?!

I'm sorry,
but I have too much self-respect

to work for this... terror!

How are things
going around here?

- Fine.
- Fine.

Feeling okay, dad?

I'm fine.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I think I'm going to go watch
Bob Tway vanquish Greg Norman

in the '86 PGA championship.

Before you go, did you managed
to call Rob Mandel's office?

No.

But Angelique called
three times this morning.

Bully for her. I'm sorry.
I have golf to watch.

But, Richard,
you didn't eat a thing.

He didn't eat a thing.

Mom, send something up to him.

Send what? You saw yourself --
Stefan just quit.

You could make him something.

I mean, the maid could --
what is her name?

Oh, I don't know.
Aurora, I think. I don't know.

Anyway, she's
hiding, apparently.

Aurora?

Aurora? Where are you?

The maid is hiding?

According to the nurse,
but she's useless

because she won't do anything that
doesn't involve a stethoscope.

- I can make something for dad.
- Oh, please.

I can make toast,
if the conditions are ideal.

He won't eat it, anyway.
He'll just snap at me,

snapping at everyone in sight.

The poor maid quivers every time he
comes near her. She just quivers.

It's terrible.

And his accountant's office keeps
calling because he's supposed

to be filing an 1120.
Who knows what an 1120 is?

I do. It's a federal tax form.

Aurora!

He won't call them back.
All he wants to do is watch golf.

- What's with all the golf?
- I have no idea.

He just lies there in bed,
staring at the TV like a zombie.

Everything is falling apart.
Everything is chaotic.

Mom, please, sit down. I'm gonna
make you a delicious mocktail, huh?

And then you enjoy
that and relax

and I'll take care of the chef and I'll
make sure that dad takes his medicine

so you don't have
to worry. Here.

Thank you. But I'm going to call
Angelique and ask about this 1120.

I'll find Aurora.

Aurora!

To heat most of these up,
you just zap them for a couple minutes.

Don't worry. Each meal has a note with
cooking instructions taped to it.

Did I already tell
you you're a goddess?

You might have mentioned
something to that effect.

Could I be the one
with the multiarms?

The who?

The goddess with all these arms.
I want to be her.

Sure. Hey, these look good.

Don't sound so surprised.

Yeah, but they're supposed to be
healthy, right? They are all healthy?

They're ridiculously healthy.

- Hey!
- Hey.

What did we do for
my 8th birthday?

I don't know. Is this a quiz?
Are you on some sort of radio contest?

For Logan's birthday,
I'm trying to put together

a night of all the birthday
highlights that he missed.

And you're looking
for the classics?

Exactly.

I remember that we had an
outer-space birthday when I turned 6.

Right. We made space
suits out of garbage bags.

We had tang and
freeze-dried ice cream.

And then when I turned 7,
we did a fiesta birthday.

Piñatas and tacos and
freeze-dried ice cream.

Freeze-dried ice
cream is the best.

I remember enjoying my 8th birthday.
I just don't remember what it was.

- Teddy-bear tea party.
- Oh, that's right.

- So, how's it going over there?
- I'd say weirder.

Your grandma's a
little on edge.

Oh, hey, mom, it's Logan on the
other line. Can you hold on a sec?

Tell him "happy
birthday" for me.

Will do.

- Happy birthday.
- Thank you.

And happy birthday from my mom.

Thank you.

Hey, so my dad just called.

Oh, he did?

Yeah. Apparently,
he remembered my birthday,

and he said he wants to take
us out to dinner, you and me.

Oh. That's... great.

I know it's last minute, and I know you
got your special Gilmore hoopla planned,

so we don't have to go
if you don't want to go.

No, we should go.
We can always do the Gilmore hoopla

after we have dinner
with your dad.

Are you sure? It'll probably be lame.
For all I know,

he's invited us to crash a
meeting with Rupert Murdoch.

That's cool.
I can hang with mad dog Murdoch.

Okay. Well, cool, cool.
Thanks, Ace. I'll call him back.

- Happy birthday!
- Bye!

Hey, sorry about that.

- How's the birthday boy?
- He's good. He's fine.

But I guess his dad called
and wants to take us out

to a birthday dinner tonight.

That sounds like
a load of laughs.

Yeah. Mitchum --
that man is fundamentally incapable

of making me feel anything
but small and awful.

That's not true.
He's made you feel incompetent, too.

I guess Logan was excited that
his dad wanted to take us out,

so that's sweet.

Have you told grandma and
grandpa about you and dad yet?

Um, not yet.

I feel obligated to remind you that
the lives of 400 cornish game hens

hang in the balance.

Happy Logan's birthday.

Happy Logan's birthday to you.

Bye.

Mmm, that looks unhealthy.

Thank you.

Oh, I love this song.

I don't know why we didn't
think of this before.

Think of what?

Using your fishing line for stringing --
it's really incredible.

Durable yet plenty
thin and flexible.

I'm glad.

And some of this doohickeys,
man, are really cute.

Check it out -- sexy, yeah?

Oh, wow, babe,
these are gorgeous.

Thank you, sweetie.

I'm so proud of
your sister, Luke.

This jewelry stuff has really taken off,
you know?

And it's great because now I
can be the stay-at-home dad

I've always dreamed of being

while this one goes out
and brings home the bacon.

We're gonna drive our
new van from trade show

to trade show,
selling the jewelry.

In a couple weeks,
there's this big show in Manhattan.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

At the Javits Center.

We'll just load up the van,
head up 91,

and start showing off
the family jewels.

That sounds good. I wouldn't
take the 91 through New Haven.

There's tons of construction there now.
I'd take the Merritt.

How do you know
there's construction?

'Cause I went there to visit Lorelai's
dad when he had the heart attack.

- You did?
- I thought I told you that.

No, you told me he
had a heart attack.

You didn't tell me you
went to the hospital.

What's the big deal?

I don't know.
I mean, you went there for Lorelai,

and what's going on with
her and her husband?

I don't know.
They split up or something.

They did?

Yeah, well, a week or so ago.

Well, well, well.

- What?
- The plot thickens.

The plot does not
thicken, okay?

We're friends -- that's all.

I just went out when I heard
her dad was sick. That's it.

- That is a relief.
- T.J.!

What? It's a load off my mind.
That's all I'm saying.

'Cause I don't think you should
get back together with her.

Nobody's talking about getting
back together with her.

Good. 'Cause that woman is drama.
Every time you mention her,

it's got something to
do with the hospital.

- What?
- How's her dad doing?

Good, I guess.

You haven't called Lorelai?

No.

Don't call her.
Don't open that Pandora's box.

If he wants to call her,
he should call her -- they're friends.

Just lock it up, Luke.

Lock it up.

Solder that baby shut.

Would you follow me, please?

Mr. Hunzberger is
already at the table.

"Mr. Hunzberger is
already at the table."

I told you.

There they are.

Happy birthday, Logan.

- Rory.
- Hi.

- Great to see you.
- You too.

Sit, sit.

I took the liberty of ordering a
bottle of champagne for the table.

Oh, nice.

Rory, how does that sound?

Sounds like music to my ears.

Good, good.

So, you look pretty good.

You been hitting the
squash courts lately?

I wish. I haven't had much of a chance.
I've been working pretty much nonstop

- these days.
- He has been.

Well, good for you.

A little hard work
never hurt anybody.

To my son --
now a quarter of a century old.

Not bad.
And to his lovely girlfriend --

the beautiful and
always witty Rory.

Hear, hear.

Here's a little amuse-bouche
with avocado and crabmeat,

compliments of the chef.

Oh, tell Markham thanks.

You know the chef here?

Yeah, I've known him for...

wow... almost 15 years now.

Interesting story, actually --

he was the sous chef at Le
Bernardin for a bunch of years.

Mmm... that's good.

That's good crab.

Anyway, one day,
he just quit --

said he wanted to start
his own restaurant.

Everyone thought it was
a bad idea at the time.

The odds were against him.

Opening a successful
restaurant in Manhattan

is like catching a
firefly in your hand,

only a hell of a
lot more expensive.

All I can tell you is that
this amuse-bouche is great.

Yes, my mouth is very amused.

That's funny.

But it was a very gutsy move.

And it paid off.

He caught that firefly.

Exactly.

So, Rory, tell me -- are you still
planning to pursue journalism?

Yes, I have been writing some
articles for an online magazine

and I've just applied for the
James Reston reporting fellowship.

You know what you should read?

- Philip Meyer's latest book --
- "The vanishing newspaper."

I read it. I loved it.

It's an interesting
time in journalism.

I'll tell you what
our field needs --

an infusion of bright,
talented people like you, Rory.

- Thank you.
- I mean it.

So, dad took his medicine.
He ate half of Sookie's chicken

and the entire mango smoothie.
I got three recommendations

of personal chefs from Sookie,
two of them I've spoken to on the phone.

Thank you.
Why are you doing all this?

I'm trying to help, mom.
I don't want you to be so stressed.

But I am. I'm so stressed.
I can't find anything.

What are you looking for?

Your father's accountant
wants all sorts of information

so he can file these taxes,
which are apparently due in february.

- Maybe I can help.
- How can you help?

Mom, I have a business.
I helped dad set up this business.

I went to business school.

Let me see that.

What are you doing?

Don't touch the computer.
You could mess something up.

Don't worry, mom.
I know what I'm doing.

Okay, so he's using Quicken.
A profit and loss statement,

a balance sheet, a schedule asset,
are all things I can pull up here.

We can just e-mail them to the
accountant for the 1120.

How do you know about 1120s?

I have to file
them for the Inn.

The Inn's a corporation
just like dad's company.

Why is everything
a corporation?

We incorporated so we were
protected from personal liability.

If someone was allergic to pillow
mints and wanted to sue me

for a million dollars, I wouldn't have
to pay for it out of my own pocket.

Your father and I don't have
anyone who wants to sue us.

Well, dad probably did
it for tax purposes.

It looks like he's got a couple
of different investments,

some stocks, a rental building.

Would you like a drink?

Mmm, I thought
the house was dry.

Vodka or scotch?

Wow, it's a regular speakeasy.

Would you like a drink or not?

Vodka, please.

I have glasses.

Serve yourself.

Just because your
father can't drink

doesn't mean the rest
of us should suffer.

Cheers.

Ah! That's better.

Mom, Christopher
and I split up.

Okay.

- I hardly know what to say.
- Really? That's great.

You don't have to say anything at all --
now or ever.

What's a windmill park?

Uh, it looks like dad owns a couple
of windmills in Palm Springs.

We own windmills?

They're energy generators.

I had no idea we
owned windmills.

That lamb is terrific.

My compliments to the your friend,
the chef.

Well, you're a good orderer.
He's always been a good orderer.

Even when he was 8 years old,
he's always ordered well.

- It's a good skill to have.
- It is, it is.

And you know what I should do? I should
just order whatever you're ordering,

- no matter what it is.
- Brains it is,

followed by sweetbreads and
some rocky mountain oysters.

Oh, this is a business thing,
if you guys don't mind.

Hunzberger here.

No, I haven't
talked to him yet.

"Hunzberger here."

Last year,
if he got a call interrupting dinner,

it would be an invitation to
go drink expensive liquor

and pull some ridiculous prank.

He's growing up.

Yeah, he's doing really great.

He is, and it's because of you.

Oh, I don't know about that.

No, I know you encouraged
him to go to London.

I know you used your influence in a
positive way, and Logan's mother and I...

really appreciate it.

Well, I think Logan deserves all
the credit for what he's done.

No, you're too modest, Rory.

You've been a real asset to
Logan and to our family.

Oh, well... thanks.

I know we've had our
differences in the past.

Yeah.

But I'm glad to know that we're
now clearly on the same page.

Okay, yeah. Good.

To being on the same page?

To being on the same page.

I am really glad we got
the chance to talk tonight.

In part,
because we still have more work to do.

What work?

We have to figure out what
his next step should be.

Uh, well,
shouldn't he be figuring that out?

Well, you're part
of the team here.

Of course,
we're gonna take care of you, too.

What do you mean?

We have newspapers
all around the world.

You can take your pick.

My pick?

Um, I seem to remember you
saying that I didn't have it.

Oh, please. Things change.

Circumstances change.

Sorry that took so long.
Have you ever noticed

that people in Hong
Kong are really chatty?

I haven't.

You know what? That's true.
I know a guy from Kowloon, and, man,

is he a loquacious son of a bitch.
Oh, here we go.

Apricot and walnut varénikis

drizzled with a
raspberry reduction.

I told them to make something
special for your birthday.

Thanks. It looks great.

Happy birthday.

Make a wish.

There we go.

Hey. It's your turn.

Hey, aren't we supposed to let her just
cry to toughen her up and whatnot?

Isn't that the latest
parenting theory?

You only believe in that
theory when it's your turn.

All right, all right.

I just don't want
her getting too soft.

She's got a wrestling
future to think of.

Hey, there, little girl.

How are you?

How are you?

Do you think Luke is lonely?

I mean for real.

He does look a little
lonely around the eyes.

I think he's lovesick
over Lorelai.

Oh, boy.

T.J., I'm serious.

I just think that he might
be better off lonely.

I think they belong together.

That's not what you said
when they broke up.

I always thought what you said
then made a lot of sense,

about them being in two different
space-time continuums, something like that.

It's all about the wormholes.

Between the dimensions?

Yep, all they've got to do
is find the right wormhole.

I don't know.

So, if you want to access your bank and
credit-card account information, you...?

Click "cashflow center."

Yes, and if you want to
see any of these menus,

you right-click right... yes.

And if I want the
hidden account bar,

I double-click that arrow
thing up there on the left.

Mom, exactly.

I don't know how I'm
gonna do all this.

Mom, what are you talking about?
You just click, click, click.

You got it all down.

Now, but I barely understand
what you've been telling me.

This is your father's job.

Well, he'll be back on
the job soon enough.

I don't know. Have you seen him?
He's wearing a dressing gown.

I know.
He's watching TV in the bedroom.

I know, mom.
You've got to give the guy a break.

He's not gonna watch TV
in the bedroom forever.

No. No, he's not.

Oh, my God,
I don't mean he's gonna die.

What are you telling me?
That he's going to live forever?

That he's immortal?
Is that what you're telling me?

No, I'm just saying,
with time, you know...

It's like a canoe.

- What's like a canoe?
- Life.

Okay.

You're just paddling
along in a canoe.

Mother, have you ever
been in a canoe?

I just can't picture
you in a canoe.

Your father and I have been paddling
a canoe together for years.

Only now,
he's dropped the paddle.

He just dropped it.

Not only that,
but now the canoe is going in circles.

Without your father there,
I'm paddling on my side

and the canoe is
spinning in circles,

and the harder I paddle,
the faster it spins,

and it's hard work,
and I'm getting tired.

Dizzy, I would think.

You are in a kayak.

You know how to do all of this.

How does that put
me in a kayak?

Kayaks have paddles with
things on both ends.

You steer it by yourself.

Mom, you know how to
do things by yourself.

You are totally capable.

Sure, I went to Smith,
and I was a history major,

but I never had any
plans to be an historian.

I was always going
to be a wife.

I mean, the way I saw it,
a woman's job was to run a home,

organize the social
life of a family,

and bolster her husband
while he earned a living.

It was a good system, and it was
working very well all these years.

Only when your husband isn't there
because he's watching television

in a dressing gown,
you realize how dependent you are.

I didn't even know
I owned windmills.

Mom, now you know,
and you know how to right-click.

But you.

You provide for yourself.

You're not dependent on anyone.

You're independent.

I am kayak, hear me roar.

I mean, look at you.

For all these years,
you've done very well without a husband.

Maybe so,

but I still wanted
it to work out.

You know, the way I was raised, if a
married couple split up, it was a disaster,

because it meant the
system had fallen apart,

and it was particularly bad for
the woman because she had to go out

and find herself
another rich husband,

only she was older now.

But with you,
it's not such a disaster, is it?

I guess not.

It's really not such a horrible thing
that you're going to get a divorce,

not really.

Oh, you're gonna be fine.

Thanks, mom.

You may even marry someone else someday.
Who knows?

Who knows?

Do you know what I think
impressed my dad the most?

You eating a 24-ounce steak. Seriously,
it was, like, a magic trick to him.

It was a pretty
fun dinner, though.

Yeah, it was.

Whoa! Look at all this!

Ace! Oh, my god,
you got me a piñata!

Well, you deserve a piñata.

I couldn't reach the ceiling,
so I just...

- Hey, um, Logan...
- Yeah?

Your dad and I had a bit of
a weird conversation tonight.

- Oh yeah?
- Yeah.

He started thanking me for guiding you
and steering you, or -- I don't know.

And then he said that he and I
should start planning your future,

like, together.

- Well, that's my dad for you.
- Well, it felt really weird.

I felt like we were
conspiring or something.

I didn't even agree with
what he was saying.

I ended up toasting.
I toasted him.

What did you toast?

"To being on the same
page," which I'm not.

I'm not even on the
same page with him.

I actually think that
everything you've accomplished

is just because you've worked hard,
and I'm proud of you.

I don't even know how the
conversation ended up where it did.

It's okay. You know what just happened?
You got Hunzbergered.

That's what my dad does to people.
He's a master in manipulating.

You sit down,
and you have your own opinions.

By the time you stand up,
you hear yourself agreeing with him,

and you stagger away
confused and queasy.

Yes! That's exactly it!
I got Hunzbergered!

It happens to the best of us.

Well, I'm glad
you're not upset.

No, not at all.

I mean, I don't like the fact that the
guy thinks of me as some kind of puppet,

but pretty soon,
he's gonna have to rethink that one.

You got me twister.
I never had twister.

- You didn't?
- No.

It was a childhood of deprivation.
Oh, and "Pin the tail on the --"

- What animal is that?
- Oh, that was a donkey.

But I messed the ears up,
put antlers on it.

Now it's "pin the
tail on the moose."

I never had "pin the tail on
the moose" as a boy, either.

Poor little rich boy.

I think that since
we're short on time,

we should skip to the
classic 12th birthday --

ice-skating in central park.

- Sounds good.
- Great. I'll go change.

Hey, Philip, what's up, man?

I'm afraid I've
got some grim news.

What? What's going on?

I just got off the line with our
lawyers. They say they just got

a cease-and-desist letter
from Prism Active,

this tech company in Palo Alto, claming
prior art on our media 10 platform.

- They're reviewing the patent now, but --
- What do you mean, "prior art"?

They're claiming
patent infringement.

That's what we bought.
Our patent's pending.

We bought that technology.
That's the entire value of the company.

They're saying it's worthless.
It was already owned.

They were just waiting for someone
to buy in before they sued.

Oh, my god.

I'm so sorry.

Happy birthday, man.

Okay. Close your eyes.

Are they closed?

They're closed.

Okay. Voilà.

Wow. It's a giant, furry --
what the hell?

It's a russian ushanka,
which also doubles as a birthday crown.

Wow. I bet I look great.

Mmm, you have no idea.

- Hey, Luke.
- Hey, T.J.

You know what you could use?
A changing table.

Yeah, and if you're getting stuff for
your apartment, you should get a dryer.

Yeah, I'm not getting things.
Why do I need a dryer?

Sopping towels.

And why are the towels sopping?

My bad. I forgot you said not
to use the garbage disposal.

Well, not forgot, so much as,
I thought you were exaggerating.

I wasn't exaggerating.

And we have more bad news.

Oh, yeah?

The exterminator said the moths
turned out to be rice moths.

And this means you'll be
staying how much longer?

Which means we're
headed home right now.

Most of the stuff's
already in the car.

Rice moths are a snap to get rid of.
They're already gone.

It's just a bummer to leave, 'cause
we've been having such a good time.

Yeah, but Doula should
be in her own home.

That's what we thought,
plus your mattress.

Not so comfortable,
shall we say.

Yeah, well, sorry about that.

No worries, no worries, but...

put it on the list of things
you're gonna fix around here.

- All right, then.
- All right.

- Thanks again.
- Okay.

Your casa is my casa.
For that, I'm grateful.

You take care and call if
you're feeling lonely.

We will come and visit.

- Okay, anytime.
- Sounds great.

Anytime, I mean it.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Good morning.

Good morning.
Would you like some coffee?

Yes.

Oh, I woke up this morning,
and I've got to say,

for the first time in my life, I got
where the teetotalers are coming from.

If I had a hatchet
and a barrel of booze,

forget about it.

What are you up to today?

Today? I'm going to attend a D.A.R.
lecture on the native american artwork.

Then I have a lunch with Sarah
Montgomery Brown and Melissa Seria,

and, of course, I'll have my
hands full canceling the party.

I've already called the
florist and the hall.

We'll only get 60%
of our deposit back,

but that's better than nothing.

I should go.

I need time to change before
I have to go to the Inn.

Fine.

Thank you for your help with
the quicken last night.

You're welcome.

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