- I like these women. - I love these women.
I know I'm in love with you
Don't do it, Edie. I'll get so mad.
- Poor Edie. - Which Edie?
Little Edie. She's just trying to sing, and her mom won't stop talking.
- Big Edie was so beautiful in her day. - They were both pretty.
I can't believe they were related to Jackie.
The Kennedys hid them in the background for years.
When you're a Kennedy, how do you even choose who to hide?
It's a tough choice.
I never tried to attract men with it.
The sea is sad
Edie, stop it. I'm going to get up now. Goodbye.
Something beautiful about them, though. They're cool, they're free.
They're memorable. Most people are very forgettable. And they're happy.
- They had their cats. - And their raccoons.
- And their pretty house. - And each other.
- Add a few years and they're us. - Yeah.
WOMAN: [On TV] Get out!
Yeah.
WOMAN: [On TV] Go out! Go away! Stop that!
Yeah.
WOMAN: [On TV] Stop that silly nonsense!
Rhiana, run it through the sieve again...
I want it smooth as glass. Don't cut corners, people.
- Is she melting down? - Like butter on a skillet.
- Sookie. - Just a sec, hon.
How's your love life, Pete? Little frustrated, I bet.
Wondered how I know that?
'Cause you're taking it out on my egg whites.
Gently. Fold them gently.
Cheryl, you're slicing, not dicing.
I can hear it in the chop. Adjust, my friend.
- Sookie, whoa! Let's talk. - I'm extremely lacking in time here.
- What's going on? - Chaos, travesty of cooking.
- It's a salmonella laboratory in here. - The kitchen will be in good hands.
But not my hands.
It'll be in Bob's hands. Bob has great hands.
Bob has two seconds to get the hollandaise...
off the flame before I break his neck.
Sookie, you hired Bob. You trained him in your image.
He's great and he's subbed for you before.
But this is Thanksgiving. He's never done Thanksgiving.
He's ready. He'll sub for you seamlessly.
Even Big Joe news anchors have substitutes.
And that's the thing. They still say:
"And now the CBS Evening News with Dan Rather."
You see? Dan is still associated with it even though he's off snorkeling.
Just like I'm gonna be associated with the dinner...
because Bob is substituting for Sookie.
Excuse me one minute.
This can only be good.
Sookie, that's the garbage. Stop rooting through the garbage.
I will when people stop throwing away useful stuff.
Drop the tops. Drop them.
Come here. Listen to me...
because you're torturing yourself here.
- Emily, hi. - That's nice. That's very high school.
- Stick with me here. - Good to see you.
That's funny. You know who's behind you?
It's Joseph Stalin, my good friend.
What are you doing back from the dead, Joe?
- Lorelai. - Mom, jeez, you scared me.
- You heard Sookie greet me. - I thought it was a joke.
- Like comparing me to Joseph Stalin? - I wasn't comparing you to him.
I'm in a hurry. Can we speak for a minute?
I guess, for a minute.
- Were you in the area or something? - Not really.
- What are you doing here? - I wanted to talk to you.
- Phone's out of order? - Let's not play games here.
Games?
I've called several times the past few weeks...
and you've skillfully avoided every call.
That's not true. I left messages on your machine.
Yes, messages.
And then if I happened to pick up, you'd hang up.
Or if the maid picked up, you'd ask for me...
then claim you were driving through a tunnel so you might get cut off.
Then you make garbling noises and hang up.
- We're talking now. - Are you feeling well?
You came here to ask me that?
You've been sick these past two Fridays for dinner, so I was concerned.
That's why you didn't come, right? Are you better? You look fine.
It's the makeup. I'm still... These allergies really...
just hit me like a ton of bricks.
I've never heard you mention allergies before.
I'm a silent sufferer.
I hope you're better because I want you to come to dinner tomorrow night.
Tomorrow?
- Tomorrow's Thanksgiving. - Yes, it is Thanksgiving.
And before you sift through the dozen or so excuses...
you always have on hand, let me have my say.
You've missed two dinners and avoided my calls...
because you're mad at us about what happened at Yale.
But I want you and Rory at Thanksgiving this year.
- If you have plans... - We do have plans.
Alter them.
There'll be other people there, so the focus won't be on you.
You may even be able to get by without saying more...
than "Hello," "Goodbye," and "Pass the gravy."
We already have plans.
Your father and I are going out of town the next day.
We'll be gone all of December, including Christmas.
So it's the last chance for us to be together...
- for the rest of the year. - Look...
I want you to remember that I didn't set the meeting for Rory...
behind your back. I want you there, Lorelai.
If you're still sick, I don't want a doctor's note.
I want your doctor himself to come to my house...
and convince me that it's true. Got it?
- Got it. - See you tomorrow.
The multi-layered membrane systems of the cytoplasm...
are the smooth endoplasmic reticulum...
the rough endoplasmic reticulum, and the Golgi body.
The smooth endoplasmic reticulum...
is concerned with the manufacture of lipid molecules.
[Bell ringing]
We'll continue on this next week. Keep up on your reading, please.
That was really distracting.
By all means, Madeline, you should point out to the faculty...
that their custom of teaching is distracting you from important things.
Like nail filing and daydreaming about marrying Ryan Phillippe.
- He's married. - Then whatever strawhead actor isn't.
This was bad. For the last five minutes, every single thing she said sounded dirty.
- Yeah, same here. - Good God.
- I mean, "reticulum." Come on. - Plus, the "Golgi body."
Is it me, or is that majorly pornographic?
My life with The Banger Sisters.
- So changing the subject. - Hallelujah.
What's everybody doing for Thanksgiving?
I can't even talk about Thanksgiving.
- Louise? - I'm having dinner with my dad.
Isn't he still in jail?
Yes, but his company donated some treadmills for the inmates...
so he swung a special trailer for dinner...
that they'll set up for us in the parking lot.
We have it for about two hours, then one of the Manson girls gets it.
You're lucky it's in that order.
My Thanksgiving is turning into a Wes Craven movie.
How so?
I called shelters to volunteer to serve food.
It's Thanksgiving. You'd think they'd have needs.
Every stupid soup kitchen in town turned me down...
- because they have enough volunteers. - Bummer.
I'm on a few waiting lists, but it doesn't look good.
I've never heard of too many volunteers.
Who are all these jackasses who volunteered anyway?
They can't all be students like me.
They're not all putting it on a college application.
I get something out of it, and these other people don't.
- Talk about selfish. - Sore subject.
What are you up to, Madeline?
I've got more college applications to fill out.
Backups, safety schools.
I've got some of that, too. I'm so behind.
I told you to have those things done by now.
Sorry, Mom.
It's not about being sorry. It's about being prepared.
I got Harvard and my backups in weeks ago.
All you're doing is making me more nervous.
- I'll see you guys Monday. - Same here.
Yeah, see you guys Monday.
Harvard will be expecting Thanksgiving shelter work.
They'll know I called too late, it will impugn my organizational skills.
By the way, you know I ultimately do all these things...
- for the good of mankind, right? - Oh, yeah.
Sometimes I don't think I come off that way.
[Cell phone ringing]
Hello.
Yes, thanks for returning my call.
Nothing? But, wait. Just stick me at any old pot.
I'm small. You won't even know I'm there. I'll even bring my own ladle.
Come on. Work with me here.
I've got a slotted spoon.
What about coffee or condiments? You got condiments covered?
I'm sorry. Can I speak to your supervisor?
My attitude? What about your attitude?
I'm trying to help people. It's Thanksgiving...
RORY: She cold cocked you? LORELAI: She bit me.
Incapacitated me with her poison and devoured me whole.
How're we gonna go to four Thanksgiving dinners?
It's not four, is it?
Lane's house, Sookie's, and we always stop by Luke's. That's three.
And Grandma and Grandpa is four.
- We're mad, Edie. - We're us, Edie.
We've got to go to my parents' or we'll be brought up on war crimes.
Lane's is always early. That's easy to catch.
- Sookie's is mid-afternoon. - Luke's the toughie.
- That's the one we'll have to skip. - Bummer.
I know, but he won't care. Holidays are nothing to him anyway.
Kirk, discover a new freaky fetish?
- What? - Nothing. You buy a cat?
- Yup, I'm very excited. - You seem it. So what's all this?
I'm assuming there's nothing left in the store.
There are a number of things left.
No, I meant you seem to be buying a lot of stuff.
Sorry. My excitement must be clouding my ability to judge comedic hyperbole.
Where'd you get the cat?
A lady had a bunch of them at the grocery store...
and Kirk seemed to take an instant liking to me.
- The cat's name is Kirk? - Yup.
- Weird coincidence or... - I named him Kirk.
- Isn't that confusing? - Not when you think about it.
No, it's still confusing.
I like the name, and whenever I call Kirk's name...
I obviously won't be calling myself.
True.
Although when my mom calls for Kirk, it may be confusing.
I can get her to say "Cat Kirk" when she's calling Kirk...
and "Human Kirk" when she calls me.
- That would keep it straight. - I'm glad I ran into you.
- See you, Human Kirk. - Bye, Human Kirk.
He's always been a cat person. He's just never had a cat.
Hey.
- Anywhere? - Anywhere.
[Lorelai humming]
- Do you mind moving? - I hate when you do that.
- It's my showstopper. - An empty table.
- You ready to order? - I'm ready.
Don't bother, saw you coming. Already ordered your Wednesday usual:
the French dip, extra fries, the every-Wednesday cherry pie.
- Such service. - And such a food rut we're in.
I got to get back to stuffing my turkey.
Do you have time to do that and prep your Thanksgiving food?
- Stop it. - Hear, hear.
It's a tedious job.
What if we told you you could stuff one less?
- What do you mean? - We got shanghaied by my mother...
and with the other things we have going...
- too many commitments, not enough us. - So?
We can't make it tomorrow.
- Okay. Fine. - It was beyond our control.
That's fine. Whatever. I'll be right back.
- I may be crazy, but he almost looked... - Disappointed.
Yes, disappointed.
- We disappointed Luke. - I didn't think it was possible.
Our powers are greater than we know.
He actually likes it when we come for Thanksgiving.
All these years and we never knew.
He's the Grinch and we're Cindy Lou Who.
- So, Cindy Lou, what do we do? - I got it.
[Stuttering]
Perfect. That works great. Okay, bye now.
Sorry. I'm just clarifying the schedule for tomorrow.
As luck has it, we can make it. We'll definitely be here.
- It's okay. - It's all cleared.
That was my mom, and the time's just gonna work out fine.
You don't have to. I already stopped prepping the last turkey.
Start prepping it again 'cause we are coming.
I don't want you to feel like you have to.
This is tiring.
I can kneel behind, and you can push him over.
- It may come to that. - It won't be a hassle?
- You sure? - We're coming.
Now go away and let us eat.
That was very nice.
I hate disappointing people.
Okay, now, practical question:
How are we gonna eat four Thanksgiving dinners?
How? Rory, what are we if not world champion eaters?
- It's too much food. - It's not too much food.
This is what we've been training for.
This is our destiny. This is our finest hour.
Or final hour.
No. Get inspired, and tomorrow I guarantee you...
we will be standing on the Olympic platform...
receiving our gold medals for eating.
- We're not Michelle Kwan-ing this. - Okay. Four dinners.
- We'll skip the rolls. - That'll help.
We might want to consider not eating much now...
in preparation for our finest hour.
A little fasting so that we can enjoy more tomorrow.
- Unnecessary. - Yeah.
What's on the list?
Flowers for everyone we're visiting, and cranberry sauce for the Kims.
- Tums? - You mean amateur pills?
- Just in case. - Okay, Tums.
- I'll do the flowers. - I'll do Doose's.
Thank you.
- Hey, there. - Hey.
- Wait, stop. - What?
Stop.
- What are you doing? - Come on.
Rory?
- What was that? - That was a kiss.
What's with the relocation before the kiss?
- It's too early. - Too early for what?
- For kissing like that. - What's the rule? No kissing before noon?
- No, it's too early to do this here. - Where? In the street?
The street with people watching.
- What people? - In front of Doose's.
Ah.
- Doose's. - We shouldn't flaunt it.
- But I want to flaunt. - It doesn't feel right.
- He's a big boy, Rory. - I know.
It's not the first time a couple's broken up.
- It is for us. - This is insane.
Please, let's not flaunt it. Please?
For how long?
- Until it's comfortable. - Before we're on social security?
I promise. We can kiss secretly.
Or we could wear Three Stooges masks all the time.
No one will know who we are.
- I'll be Curly. - I'll be Moe.
- Probably too silly. - Yeah, probably.
This will get better over time. I promise.
- But until then, let's just play it cool. - I'm Frank at the Sands.
That's cool.
Doing your holiday shopping?
Shopping, yes, and it is a holiday...
but my shopping isn't holiday related. So, technically, no.
- What happened there? - Nothing. Just a little scratch.
Looks like a big scratch.
Bactine, Neosporin, Mercurochrome. What's with all the pharmacologicals?
Kirk and I are going through a little adjustment period, that's all.
Cat Kirk?
It's no biggie, and this looks a lot worse than it is.
Yeah, I can see that.
How'd it happen? You were playing or something?
We haven't actually played yet.
This happened when I walked into the room without announcing myself.
Excuse me?
Kirk likes my presence announced before I enter any room that he's in.
- You have to announce yourself? - Just a quick, "Is it okay if I come in?"
From the adjacent room.
- Otherwise, he gets a little testy. - Hence the scratch.
Just a small laceration. Again, no biggie.
[Gasping] Kirk, he got your neck.
That was another mistake of mine. I put his food bowl down in front of him.
He doesn't like that. Or she doesn't.
- She? I thought Kirk was a boy. - That was just a guess.
He actually hasn't exposed his underside to me yet. Or hers.
Here's hoping your cat exposes itself to you soon.
From your mouth to God's ears.
- See you. - See you.
- Hi, there. - Hi.
- So you pulled the Thanksgiving shift? - Yeah, I get time and a half.
- Good. It's good to see you. - Same here. So I got to work.
- Right. That Taylor's a dictator. - Yeah.
Dean, wait.
Look.
We live in a teeny, tiny, little hamlet here.
I mean, stick it in an envelope...
and we could mail the whole town for $1 .40.
Makes avoiding people tough and uncomfortable.
- I know. - I hate hiding from people...
especially when I don't wanna hide from them.
You were a pal. You were so good to Rory.
The best first boyfriend a mother could've hoped for.
Thanks.
It's okay to avoid me if you want.
I just wanted you to know that you don't need to, okay?
Just because you and Rory broke up doesn't mean we did.
Good. That's good to hear.
- Happy Thanksgiving. - Yeah, Happy Thanksgiving.
Pretty.
They had a good selection today. You get everything?
- And then some. Look. - Chocolate turkeys. Nice.
- I think they'll add a festive air. - Definitely.
So was he in there?
Yeah, he was.
Good. I hope he's good.
- Did he seem good? - He seemed good.
- He's getting time and a half. - Good.
So let's go eat.
- And eat and eat. - And eat and eat and eat.
- And eat some more. - Eat, eat, eat.
[Christian music playing]
The Gilmores. Happy Thanksgiving.
- Happy Thanksgiving. - Come in.
- She's in a good mood this year. - Downright chipper.
- So, Mrs. Kim, we brought gifts. - Flowers.
And cranberry sauce. Our little Thanksgiving tradition.
Can never have too much.
- That's what we say. - Plus, a chocolate turkey.
- What should I do with this? - Let the kids share it.
Then send a blank check to their dentists?
- They could play with it. - Play with chocolate?
It's missing its head.
That one's ours. Here, this one has a head. Here you go.
Okay.
My arms are too short to box with Mrs. Kim.
The singing's already begun.
Who's that playing guitar? He looks familiar.
- Oh, my God! That's Lane's Dave. - Yeah, it is. He's all neat and tidy.
- He's gone corporate. - He's gone Korean.
Hey.
- Hi. - Hey, yourself.
How'd you get your mom to let you...
Come on, girls. Let's get you some punch.
- What's going on? - [Whispering] That is not Dave Rygalski.
- Intrigue. - Who is it?
I mean, not the one I'm in a band with.
That is Dave Rygalski, local Christian guitar player...
that my mom and I met very briefly at the Dance Marathon...
and that I ran across again when I found...
his ad seeking Christian guitar-accompaniment gigs...
- on our church bulletin board. - Complicated.
I put the fake ad up at church...
and pretended to find it with my mom next to me.
- You're good. - Are you guys dating?
We're laying the groundwork.
If she gets to know him before we date and she approves of him...
- we won't have to hide anything. - Right.
- Except how you met. - And who he really is.
But other than that, it's completely fib-free.
Watch it. You break it, you buy it.
10% off for cousins, 20% off for nephews and nieces.
Yung Kwan, good to see you.
Hee Kim, hi. I love your hair. Su Nam, hi.
Ho Kyung, Wan Kyu, great to see you.
Mrs. Kim, just a beautiful table, as always.
- Try the tofurkey. Turkey made from tofu. - We definitely will.
And meet the guitar player. Nice young man, big fan of tofurkey.
- David? - Yes.
This is Rory Gilmore and Mrs. Gilmore.
- Hi. Nice to meet you. - Same here.
- I think I've seen you around town. - That might be a possibility.
- Happy Thanksgiving. - Same to you.
- Hymn 17, please. - Yes, ma'am.
- He seems like a very upright young man. - Not a bad sight-reader, either.
You're taking tofurkey?
[In muted voice] And some extra napkins to slip the tofurkey into...
when no one is looking, and then toss them away.
Very smart.
Mama, just a thought.
Could we take a break from the hymns while we eat?
No break. He's paid to play.
We can quit singing for now...
but he should play soft in the background. Okay?
Yes, ma'am.
[The Man Who Sold The World by Nirvana]
[Christian guitar music]
- The best laid plans. - Tell me about it.
- How do you feel? - I ate tofurkey.
- How do you think I feel? - Tofurkier.
Drat that Mrs. Kim for not taking her eyes off me the whole time.
It's like she was anticipating my napkin maneuver.
LORELAI: Hi, hon. RORY: Happy Thanksgiving.
- Thank God. Civilization has arrived. - What's wrong?
What's wrong? Do you not see what's going on here?
- What's that? - That is a vat of boiling oil.
- Really? Where's Quasimodo? - This is not a joking matter.
- What is the oil for? - For pouring on Visigoths.
Lorelai!
When else am I gonna get to use my Visigoth material?
- What's the oil for? - The turkey.
My beautiful, expensive, organically-grown turkey.
- I don't get it. - A couple of days ago...
Jackson asked me if he could cook it. I thought he'd roast it...
stick onions around it, something simple.
So I said, "Yes."
Figuring when he puts it in the oven and leaves the kitchen...
I could sneak in and give it a nice herb-butter rub...
and stuff it with a pancetta-chestnut stuffing.
- Sure, 'cause he'd never notice that. - Exactly.
Then the propane tank arrived.
And the industrial burner, and 15 gallons of peanut oil.
Then he springs it on me, "I'm gonna deep-fry a turkey."
- Deep-fried turkey. - Interesting.
I tried to talk him out of it, but I'd promised, and he's excited about it.
What's keeping Jackson? Is he on the pod or something?
Lots of precious memories in the making here.
[Shouting] Jackson, get your butt out here with that gobbler!
- A "gobbler." - Maybe it won't be that bad.
- Deep-frying is kind of in now. - I don't care. You don't deep-fry turkey.
Fillet of fish, yes. A batch of fries, yes.
A doughnut, yes. Not turkey.
[Yelling] Come on! Let's get going!
- Yeah, we're hungry! - Jackson!
[All chanting]
Did someone say, "Jackson?"
Yeah!
It's like Thunderdome in here.
He should have just driven it out on a monster truck.
He's shamelessly catering to his demographic.
- Are you ready? - Yeah!
Oh, my God. I can't look.
- 10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5... - They're counting down.
4, 3, 2, 1!
[Sizzling]
- It's in the vat. - It's like a death in the family.
At least this took your mind off the dinner at the Inn.
Oh, my God. The Inn.
What if Bob decides to do something equally awful to the turkey there?
I have to call him.
Hey, guys. Neat, huh? And it only takes 40 minutes.
- Cool. - How you doing, hon?
Fine, sweets.
And keep them coming.
Hey, everybody.
Hey there, doll faces. Happy Thanksgiving.
- What's this? - Flowers.
- What do I do with them? - Not this again.
- Put them in a vase with water. - I don't have one.
You do this every year.
- I don't have vases. - Buy a vase.
I don't need a vase 'cause I never have flowers.
Except when we bring you flowers every year.
- Buy a vase. - Stop bringing me flowers.
I knew you were gonna say that 'cause you always do.
We have the same conversation every year.
- And every year you point that out. - "And every year you point that out."
Then we put the flowers on the counter and forget the ugliness.
- At least we have a tradition. - Good. I'll be right back.
That's our table over there.
Hey, Kirk.
- Oh, my God! - What happened?
I'm scratched over 60% of my body.
Cat Kirk again?
- Sorry. - I'm so mad at that cat.
- Very uncool cat. - I love cats, but I love Kirk, too.
It's pretty much fifty-fifty, and that's a high compliment, my friend.
How did this happen?
The tension of our standoff was unbearable...
so I got on the floor and tried to play with him.
- Him? - I caught a peek.
Go on.
I rolled this cute little ball of yarn over to him, all nice and gentle.
- He tried to garrote me with it. - Oh, my God.
Very uncool.
Just grabbed two ends with his paws and came at me.
- He doesn't have opposable thumbs. - He's beyond them. He's smart.
He knows things. Sometimes before they happen.
- Get a hold of yourself. - You haven't heard the worst.
There's worse?
When the attacks got brutal, I had no choice but to strip naked...
and hide underwater in the bathtub.
I read that cats are afraid of water.
- They are! - Kirk isn't. He found me.
He seemed to derive greater power from the water.
That's when the bulk of the scratching happened.
Then I think it's good you're giving Kirk a little space right now.
Just relax and enjoy your food.
- I can't taste my food. - Then just try to relax.
Thanks.
- Hey. - Hey.
- Hi. - Hi. Happy Thanksgiving.
- So are you joining us? - Sure, if that's okay.
Yeah, sit.
God, I'm starved.
- You could have eaten. - You kept telling me not to eat.
I did not.
- You said we were waiting for them. - You didn't have to wait for us.
I wasn't waiting for you. It just worked out this way.
- Right. - Looks great.
Tasty.
- Shouldn't we give thanks first? - Thanks for what?
[Sighing] Well, that...
That we're not Native Americans who got their land stolen...
in exchange for smallpox-infested blankets.
Amen.
Where are you guys in your day?
We hit the Kims, we hit Sookie's, and we go to the grandparents from here.
- Full day. - You can skip eating this one if you want.
Just have Cokes or something. It's no big deal.
- No way. You're the main event today. - Good.
RORY: What's good are the yams. LORELAI: Definitely.
Got some more marshmallows?
I can grab some. Refill some coffees.
- No offense, but lame-o kiss. - What?
- Like two chickens pecking each other. - Mind your own business.
It was right in front of me.
- So, I don't need a review. - Sorry.
I'm just not good with the public displays.
You didn't have that problem with Dean.
But now I just feel like everybody's watching me.
- People are not watching you. - You were.
I created you. It's biologically predetermined that I do.
How is this second-boyfriend thing supposed to go?
He's your first second boyfriend. Give it time.
The whole town got used to me with Dean. It's weird.
It'll get easier. You'll have hundreds of men in your life.
Gee, thanks.
Maybe not hundreds, but a couple, three, more.
- It'll get easier. - I guess.
They'll adjust to seeing you with Jess.
Then there's Dean. What do I do about him?
You know, he'll be moving on, too.
Right. Of course he will. Yeah.
- We're out of here. - Time to walk some of this off.
We'd have to walk to China to walk all of it off. Which way's China?
- That way. Have a good night. - Thanks.
By the way, that was some half-assed kiss you two had.
You got to give it a little something, honey.
- Bye, Babette. Bye, Morey. - Bye.
The whole town is watching.
- You ready for this? - Of course.
Even with the cold war?
That's been on for 34 years. I can manage.
It's been a bit colder these past few weeks.
No, I'm fine because in two hours...
and I do plan on extricating us from here in exactly two hours...
the night will be over.
And I won't have to see them again until next year.
- Start your stopwatch. - Hello.
- Hi, Grandma. Happy Thanksgiving. - Thank you, Rory.
- Happy Thanksgiving, Lorelai. - Happy Thanksgiving.
[Mumbling] One hour, 59 minutes and 40 seconds.
Wow, it's a piano player.
- That's Brad. I found him at Nordstrom. - Was he on sale?
I thought music would add a nice touch. He knows every song ever written.
[Shouting] Free Bird. Hi, Brad.
Lorelai, please. Come along. Everyone's here.
- We're all here. - Good. Happy Thanksgiving, Rory.
Happy Thanksgiving, Grandpa.
- Lorelai. - Dad.
These are our guests, Natalie and Douglas Swope.
- You two have met. - Yes, at the auction.
- Good to see you again. - Nice to meet you.
- Yes, you too. - Same here.
And this is our international contingent, Claude and Monique Clemenceau.
They're just in from France.
Clemenceau. I would have guessed Spain.
Madame, how are you?
- Hello. - Monique.
[Both speaking in French]
My Monique speaks only French, so please excuse the inconvenience.
- That's fine. I love French. - She really wants to learn English.
Perhaps tonight will inspire her.
[Speaking in French]
[Responding in French]
That's why I love it when the Clemenceaus visit.
It gives me the opportunity to haul out my rusty French.
Your French is wonderful, Richard. It always has been.
No. You are very kind. Please, sit.
- Rory, you speak French at all? - Just a tiny, little bit.
[Speaking in French]
- And you, my dear? - Even less.
That's about it.
- Oh, my God. - It's just a joke.
Asking my friend to go to bed with you is a joke?
- It's a song. - It's just a joke, Dad.
[Speaking in French]
It's a pop song, Monique? I didn't know that.
- Lady Marmalade. - It's very rich. That's very funny.
- Thank you. - You need a drink, oui?
- Very astute. Martini with a twist, Dad. - All right.
Is this your first American Thanksgiving, Claude?
It is. I've seen it in the movies.
People seem to eat until they can't eat anymore.
- That's about it. - It's about giving thanks.
Gets you thinking about the good things.
- We have a lot to give thanks for here. - Definitely.
I start each day giving thanks for three things:
Cuban cigars, French champagne, and gorgeous women.
I must give extra thanks for the extraordinary group here tonight.
- Douglas, Richard, leave us, won't you? - What?
Just another joke.
- I missed another joke. - You have your mother's wit.
Sometimes I wish she'd give it back.
Emily mentioned you were coming from another function.
- This is your second dinner? - Fourth, actually.
- Fourth? - Thank you for fitting us in, Lorelai.
Don't worry, Dad. You're the main event.
[Mumbling] An hour, 56 minutes.
Beautiful table. Emily, you've outdone yourself yet again.
- It's nothing. - Is everyone settled? Is everyone comfy?
- Yes, Dad. We're fine. - Then let's get going.
- Gorgeous. - Wonderful.
Is it for us, or the whole neighborhood?
Very nice.
- Who gets the big piece? - I'm sorry?
- Aren't you supposed to keep carving? - That was strictly ceremonial.
Ceremonial.
[Repeating in French]
Please, start on the salads, everyone.
Is there anything ceremonial about this?
Do we carve a crouton and have them take it away?
No ceremony.
- The salad's great. - I'm surprised you can eat at this point.
- There's still room. - We'll add on. I know a good contractor.
She's like your Jerry Lewis. She's very funny.
Did your grandmother say you were a high-school senior?
You're going through this horrible period of applying to college.
It's not so horrible.
- She's got it pretty well covered. - That's right.
- All your applications are in? - I've applied.
We have a grandson who's going through hell.
He's already been turned down for early admission to Stanford.
- His dream. - Took it pretty hard.
Children put so much stress on themselves these days.
- It's pretty stressful. - He's waiting to hear from his backups.
I have a grandson who lives with his mother in Orlando.
- He's going through a very similar thing. - How do they like Orlando?
It's all Mickey Mouse this and Mickey Mouse that.
- They want to die. - That's too bad.
- Where did you apply, dear? - Harvard.
- No word yet? - I'm not supposed to hear for a while.
- Where else? - Where else?
Where else did you apply?
We're so curious. It's like we've been going through this ourselves.
I'm pretty much counting on Harvard.
You didn't apply to just Harvard, did you?
No.
No?
- Am I prying? - No.
- We applied elsewhere? - You can't apply to one place.
- Chilton wouldn't allow that. - Is that true?
- Pretty much. - Why didn't you tell me that?
I was going to.
You have to be safe.
- My grandson, six schools. - Same with Dustin.
- Where else did you apply? - Just at some other schools.
If you're aiming at Harvard, that would be Princeton, Yale...
maybe Vassar, Wesleyan.
Certainly Yale because of Richard's connections.
I would assume so.
Those are the kinds of places, yeah.
The kinds of places or the places, Rory?
Princeton.
- Yale. - Yale?
- Yes? - Yale, Dad?
This is the first I'm hearing about it.
- Bull. - Mom.
- Lorelai. - You did this?
I haven't discussed this since the debacle at the campus.
- You forced her hand. - I did nothing of the sort.
- Wait. - You made it seem like you'd be hurt...
if she didn't apply to Yale, and she's sensitive...
- so that's as good as forcing her hand. - Lorelai, really.
You wanted her to go to Yale, didn't you?
That wasn't a secret.
[Speaking in French]
- Stick to English. - Grandpa didn't force my hand.
- You weren't aware he was doing it. - She is not a puppet, Lorelai.
- I needed a backup. - But why Yale?
I could live at home.
- You! - What?
You got to her. That was your thing.
- I'm afraid we started this. - This is not your doing, Natalie.
[Speaking in French]
- I never spoke to Rory. - I don't believe you.
I figured it out on my own, Mom.
There have been no conversations? No e-mails?
- I can read a map. - This is unbelievable.
And past indelicate. We have guests.
I apologize. I'm sorry you have to see this.
This is paranoia, Lorelai. There's been no conspiring.
I'm not being paranoid.
For 17 years, she was going to Harvard, and now she's applied to Yale...
and she's mimicking everything you say. This is crazy.
[Claude speaking in French]
Excuse me, please.
It's freezing out here.
This is Jamaica compared to in there.
It's just an alternative to Harvard. A backup.
- It changes nothing. - No.
- Lorelai. - Mom, I don't wanna talk.
Do you believe we had nothing to do with this?
Just for a second, Mom, please. Just let me digest this for a second.
All this Yale stuff.
You can't even let Rory have one piece of our lives...
even if it's her choice. You hate us that much.
Goodbye. Drive safe.
Thank you.
- Excellent Thanksgiving, Mama. - I think people had fun.
It was nice of you to only charge half price...
- on the chair that Yung Hee broke. - That was my cost.
That's why it was nice.
- I guess I'll be going. - All right.
You did a good job. Thank you for your time, David.
You're welcome, Mrs. Kim. I enjoyed it.
- Yes. Thank you. - You're welcome.
Here.
- Some rice, spinach, lots of tofurkey. - Great. Thanks.
And something for your time.
It was very nice. Thank you.
- Happy Thanksgiving. - Goodbye.
Keep clearing. I'm going to start on the kitchen.
Okay.
Mama, look. Dave's Bible. He forgot it.
He's gonna need this. I'll run it out to him.
Wait.
- We're gonna miss him. - Let me see that.
"This Bible belongs to God..."
"But is being used by Dave Rygalski."
Go on.
Wow, you run really quiet.
Sorry. I'm sorry. About everything.
What?
I had no idea she'd make you play five straight hours.
- It's okay. - Your hands must be dead.
They're just a little numb but I got these Kurt Cobain calluses now. How cool.
But this whole charade, the fake flyer and everything. It was too much.
It's fine. That flyer, I've gotten three other calls for paying gigs.
- I should be paying you a commission. - That's not necessary.
- And check it out. $20. - Wow, she liked you.
- We'll put it towards our first real date. - Really? After all this?
The marathon hymns, the weak lunch, the crabby Koreans...
you still want to go out on a date with me?
[The Man Who Sold The World by Nirvana]
I've got to go.
But I'm gonna call you tomorrow.
- Are you mad? - No, I'm not mad.
- You seem mad. - I'm not mad.
- What are you feeling? - I wouldn't know how to word it.
Try.
See, my head knows...
that whichever one of these places you go...
Harvard, Princeton, Yale...
it's gonna be great, it's gonna be awesome.
And you're gonna come out on the other side...
an even more amazing you.
But I just wish my head could sit down and have a chat...
with that gnawing feeling in my gut...
that's there every time my parents get involved in anything...
and tell it, it's gonna be okay.
It's gonna be okay.
Nice try.
JACKSON: What else are we putting in the pot?
Come on, let's think of something.
MAN: A raspberry, a deep-fried raspberry?
How about those...
[Riotous laughing]
- Cake! - Deep-fried cake!
Dibs on the deep-fried cake!
You haven't even eaten your deep-fried biscotti.
Hey, Sookie?
Hi, there.
- You okay? - This tastes good.
- It looks like they're deep-frying... - Everything.
Vegetables, mashed potatoes, butter, pickles...
salt, a napkin.
- And yet you're very serene. - You're practically floating.
You caught me at a good time, ladies.
I've already gone through the five stages of grieving.
Denial, anger...
I don't remember these two, but they were served on the rocks with salt.
Now I'm just happily scotched in acceptance.
"Scotched?"
- Ensconced? - Ensconced. That's it.
I do believe I heard Phil suggest throwing Junior in.
- Junior? - His nephew.
I chimed in on that one.
What happened over there?
They set the lawn on fire, but Phil says it's okay...
'cause it'll grow back twice as lush.
That's what he said when he broke my salad bowl...
that I brought back from Belgium.
Maybe it'll grow back, too.
Phil is a riot.
- Am I crying or laughing? - Laughing.
Good.
[Pager beeping]
- Who's that? - It's Lane.
- It just says, "Bible kiss Bible." - What does that mean?
I have no idea. Good band name, though.
Honey, we should get going. Are you gonna be okay?
- I'm Sookie. - Yeah, I know.
You'll be okay? You'll go to bed soon?
- Unless they deep-fried it. - I'm sure they haven't.
Okay. We'll see you tomorrow.
- Poor thing. - She may not remember any of it.
Deep-fried shoe!
PHIL: Deep-fried shoe! ALL: Yeah!
- You should get more trash cans. - I don't need more.
You make me run around town for a place to dump this.
Dump it in one of Taylor's bins.
It gets it out of here, and it'll drive him crazy. It's a win-win.
- Hi, guys. - We're out of food.
Please. We're not eating for a year.
- Or just tomorrow. - Whichever comes first.
Hi, Saint Nick.
- Tell him he needs to get more trash cans. - Just go.
- You got any coffee? - That I've got. Come on in.
Did I see flames coming from Sookie's place about a half hour ago?
Yeah. Why?
I still say he should get more...
- Hi. - Hi.
Later.
- Nothing to say? - Guess not.
- You usually have something to say. - I guess I'm all talked out.
What's the matter? Why are you walking away?
It's getting a little West Side Story here,
and my dancing skills are not up to snuff.
But now's your chance. There's no one else around.
Go home. Cool off.
Come on. Make one of your Boy Scout references...
or a good Farmer John joke.
I got my apron here. Want me to put it on and give you a little inspiration?
What happened? You suddenly like me now?
Yeah. I was just about to invite you camping.
Good. Okay. Now we're getting somewhere.
- I'm not gonna fight you, Dean. - Why?
Because if I fight you, Rory's gonna think it's my fault.
Just forget it. Go home. Let it rest.
So Rory's got a nice little hold on you now.
Jeez.
- Don't do that. - How does it feel?
It feels like I'm with Rory and you're not.
When all this happened with us...
I figured I'd just stay out of everyone's way...
that that would be easiest.
But now I'm looking at you and I'm thinking:
"I'm gonna run from him? The Glad Man?"
This is my town. I'm not hiding.
And I don't have to be remotely calm around you anymore...
and I like that feeling.
I like it a lot.
Happy Thanksgiving, Jess.
So how did the four dinners work out?
You guys must feel very stuffed.
I don't know. Is this more stuffed than the great...
Six Flags hot dog consumption of '99?
No, or the taffy binge of '97.
Not by a long shot.
We didn't eat at my parents' because of the upset...
so we really had three dinners, not four.
- Which means... - What?
- We didn't have to skip rolls. - Oh, yeah.
- Do you have any rolls left? - No, come on.
Just a little something for the walk home.
- I don't see how you do it. - You're not us, are you?
- Night, Luke. - Night, Luke.
Night.
- This has been a nice Thanksgiving. - Very.
- Nicer for some than others, though. - Yeah.
Night, Kirk.
Night.