- Are you leaving? - Party's over. It is so over.
- Are you okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. It's just time to go.
Are we okay?
I mean, that wasn't exactly my proudest moment.
Honey, you're the daughter of a woman...
who has had no end of less-than-proud moments.
- Don't worry. - Luke was so mad.
That's because, to Luke, you're still 10 years old...
wearing feathered angel's wings going door to door...
inviting people to a caterpillar's funeral.
- I did that once. - Luke is fine.
- I hope so. - Look, go back in.
Catch up with Logan. Tell him everything is fine.
He went right to his car and split.
- I don't blame the boy. - What's with you and Grandma?
- All these questions. - Sorry.
Look, go back in. Make the best of things.
Luke is just bringing the car around. I'll talk to you later.
- Are you sure we're good? - Always.
Okay. Bye, Mom.
Bye, mister.
- Excuse me. I'm gonna need a cab, please. - Yes, ma'am.
There you are. I'd love to get a few more shots in.
Yeah, so would I.
[Tequila by The Champs playing inside Luke's]
Hi.
- I was just on my break. - That's no problem. Caesar...
I clocked out, too, so, it should say so on my time card.
Right.
Although the ink is kind of weak and faded, so it's really hard to see.
That's fine. Great. So, Caesar, is Luke back yet?
- Didn't you guys go somewhere tonight? - Yeah.
You get separated or something?
Something like that. So, have you seen him?
Not unless I fell asleep. And I never fall asleep.
So, if you didn't fall asleep, you know for a fact he's not back.
Right. So you didn't come back together?
Long story. It's getting kind of late, so...
If I see him, should I tell him to call you?
Yes, please.
Okay, and if you talk to him...
could you maybe not mention the radio or eating the pie?
He hates when I eat out of the pie plate.
You were eating out of the pie plate?
- No. - Thanks, Caesar. See you.
I've got lots of work to do, and I'm hankering to get to it.
Okay, bye.
- Lorelai, hey. - Hi, Babette.
- Hi, Morey. - Hi, Lorelai.
Look at you, all dolled up and walking the streets.
- I'm not calling you a hooker or nothing. - Thank you.
Did you guys pass Luke or see his truck anytime tonight?
Uh-oh.
- You're not with Luke? - Not at the moment.
Uh-oh.
What?
Didn't you go to your parents' wedding thing tonight?
- Yes. - Uh-oh.
- What? - You didn't come back together?
Of course we did. We're just not together at the moment.
- Uh-oh. - Uh-oh.
Would you guys stop doing that?
Everything's all right between the two of you, isn't it?
- Of course it is. - I hope so.
Otherwise, Taylor would go crazy.
He's got all these contingency plans, remember? In case you guys split.
He's worried what it would do to the town, big anal creep.
There's no splitting happening here. Everything's fine.
- Good. - We better be going.
- Take care, doll. - Talk to you guys later.
Bye.
Luke, it's me, again.
So, another very exciting night comes to a close.
I don't think you're home, so I'm going home.
I'll leave my cell phone on, or call me at home anytime you want.
Bye. Or just, please, call me, okay?
Bye.
[Under the Boardwalk by the Drifters playing inside Luke's]
Paris?
[Whispering] Paris.
[Louder] Paris.
[Paris groans]
- Are you asleep? - Don't turn the light on.
- I said don't turn the light on. - I didn't hear the "don't."
Why would you think I'd tell you to turn on the light...
- when I'm dead asleep? - I didn't know you were dead asleep.
The room is dark. I'm under the covers and completely immobile.
- Deduce, Sherlock. - You're awake now.
- Can I ask you a question? - Bite me.
- Were there any messages for me? - Yes.
Four other people called and asked that you bite me.
Look, I'm serious here. Come on, Paris. It is especially important tonight that...
if there was a message for me, that that message gets to me.
If there was a message, I would have left it on the message board.
The board is blank and you are not the most reliable message-leaver.
- No messages. - Okay.
I don't mean to insult you, but are you maybe telling me...
that there's no message because you're mad I woke you...
- and there really was a message? - Oh, my God, you're annoying tonight.
What's with being all K.D. Lang?
It was for my grandparents' vow renewal.
- I was the best man. - They kinky or something?
- It was a cute thing. - So, who's the boy?
What boy?
The boy you're dying to get a message from. I assume it's a boy.
- Not necessarily. - Well...
no one called, left a note, smoke-signaled, Morse-coded...
semaphore-flagged, or came by.
Male, female, or hermaphrodite.
Okay, thanks.
I'm wide-awake. It's your fault.
- You owe me Boggle. - Paris.
- Boggle. - One game, and then it's back to bed.
[Techno music playing on video game]
Hey, Lorelai.
Kirk, you're dripping wet.
"Sweat is the curse of the B-Boy." Mos Def.
- So are you feeling better? - Yeah, I'm feeling fine. Why?
- Luke told me you weren't feeling well. - Luke? You've seen Luke?
He came into the movie theater. I'm on my break...
so I figured I'd come down and bust a sweet move.
- When? - About a half-hour ago.
I asked about you, and he said you weren't feeling well.
Then he rejected...
my "buy two junior mints get a free hunk of onion beef jerky" offer...
with a disgusting profanity, then took a seat.
- So he's there now? - Probably.
Nothing's up with you two, is there?
- I mean, he seemed just fine. - No, nothing. Nothing's wrong at all.
Uh-oh.
Kirk, we have not broken up.
But why are you guys dressed up but not together?
Luke's in a suit, which seems oddly formal...
for a movie theater that recycles its popcorn.
We had a fancy event to go to.
Then I got the sniffles, and so Luke decided to see a movie.
But now I'm feeling better, so I came looking for him.
I hope that's true because Taylor would go nuts if you two broke up.
That's not the case, so there's nothing to worry about.
Do you think he's still there?
The movie just started when I left.
Great. Thanks a lot, Kirk. So I can go in without paying?
- No. - Thank you.
My towel!
[On movie] It would be a pleasure for me...
to go back to a society of really important people.
- What did he call her? - Nitwit.
- Nitwit? What are they? - I don't know.
The man's perfect.
I have been wanting to say that all night, but I didn't have the nerve.
- What are you watching? - Something stupid.
- I'm terribly sorry. - That's all right.
I'd never've brought you here if I thought they were gonna humiliate you.
I'm terribly grateful. This is the first time...
I've ever beaten Cornelia at anything and you helped me do it.
LORELAI: Man, they sure talked fast in those things.
Yeah, they did.
Fast.
Because you've done something for me, don't you see?
I've been frantically trying to call your cell phone.
I turned it off.
That's what I figured.
So, do you want to hear my explanations? Because I've got them.
Explanations, perspective, apologies...
I've got them all, and I'm dying to share them with you.
I just need some time.
- Time. - A little time to think.
And to process.
Right.
I get that. I get that.
I just have so much I want to say to you.
Not right now, okay? I need to clear my head.
Okay, but you'll call me when you're ready?
- Yeah. - Okay, good.
Okay.
So, I should...
You're a little late, Cornelia. I have won the game.
- You have? - When do I get my five bucks?
Bucks, what? Will you talk to your sister?
I figure as your little girls arrive, we'll gather them here in the living room.
We'll have the pocket doors to the dining room closed.
Then, when it's time for breakfast, we'll open the doors and voilà...
- you'll get the full, beautiful effect. - Wonderful.
We'll add music. Have a nice little fanfare. You like Yanni?
- Hate him with every fiber of my being. - Good. We're in perfect sync.
And then we'll have small-scale tables set with china...
and a silver tea service, little plates, little cups...
and 12 little chairs for all of them to sit on.
- That's so cute! - Yeah.
Wait. Twelve? I thought there were six. Six little girls.
- Six girls and their six dolls. - I beg your pardon.
This is a pancake breakfast for the girls and their dolls.
- Get out of town. - I thought you knew that.
Dolls, as in they don't have stomachs, lungs, or spleens...
- and we are serving them breakfast? - That's right.
Teeth, throats, colons, they don't have these, either...
unless they are brides of Chucky.
Not paying attention to you anymore.
All right, I'll order everything, and all you have to do is show up.
The girls are looking forward to this. So are the dolls.
- I love that. - Bye.
Okay. Bye-bye.
Is she psychotic?
Shhh!
They're just having a little silly fun, Michel. Girls love dolls, so chill.
I'm making little pancakes for the dolls.
And I found these little forks they can use.
They do not have opposable thumbs!
Who? The girls? Oh, this is a handicapped group? Poor things.
No, the dolls.
The dolls? How can a doll be handicapped?
My point exactly. They are plastic and made in Bangaladore.
We're doing this, so hop on board or hop off.
Okay, you don't need to snap my nose off.
- He's getting on your nerves? - Completely.
- I'm starving. - Didn't you have anything at Luke's today?
No, not today. There's no food in this fridge.
It's stuffed with food.
I'm talking food that's edible, food to consume.
- Everything in here you have to cook. - I'm a cook.
- Forget it. - What's wrong?
[Sighing] Nothing. Luke and I had a little disagreement last night.
At the wedding? What happened?
- Christopher showed up. - Oh, no.
- My mother invited him. - Oh, no.
And I hadn't exactly told Luke about that tequila night...
with Chris after his dad died.
And so I told him, and there was a big blowup.
Chris went nuts, and Luke went nuts, and he got mad, and he left.
And now he says he needs time to think.
- How much time? - He just said "time."
I hate when men do that. It's so vague.
I should've told him when it happened, but I blew it.
Now if he'd just give me 10 minutes, we could...
hash it out and be back on our way and not waste time.
- What's enough time? - I don't know.
- It's been 12 hours. That enough? - I'd say no.
I'm gonna be distracted until we fix this.
Don't worry...
because when a relationship is right, things work out.
I hope so.
I heard about this couple on one of those morning shows.
Similar to you guys, all lovey-dovey, perfect for each other...
headed for marriage, and something happened...
and they broke up in their senior year in college...
even though they were madly in love with each other.
They moved to different parts of the country.
- They married different people. - They married different people?
Had kids, grand kids. Then their spouses died.
And they were available again, and they talked, and they hooked up.
And now they're together...
and they're happily in love after 40 years apart.
- That's a horrible story. - No, it's not.
What morning show was that on? I hate that story.
But they ended up together.
Was it Katie Couric? She seems very dark to me.
The point is that even if it takes 40 years to figure it out...
there's still a chance for a happy ending.
But that's all they had, an ending. I don't want to have just an ending with Luke.
- I know, but... - I don't wanna have those stupid kids...
or those ugly grand kids with that loser other guy.
You don't know. He could be a nice guy.
Even if he's a nice guy, he's not the guy I want to be with.
- You're right. It's not fair to him. - It's not fair to him. It's dishonest.
We should name the other guy. I feel like he'd be a Larry.
- I'm not naming the other guy. - Okay, I guess it was a bad example.
- Sorry. - That's okay.
But you know, I read a story about another guy...
that had a fight with his girlfriend.
And he said that he needed like a week to think it over...
and he only needed a day.
And he and the girl were back together and were happy forever.
- No Larry or loser kids or anything. - Uh-huh.
They don't put stuff like that in the newspapers...
because it's not as sexy as a 40-year story.
But it happens all the time, really.
- Thanks for making that up. - You're welcome.
I'm gonna go take a walk. I've got some errands to run.
Good. Go clear your head. And it was Katie Couric.
I knew it.
Don't forget the raisin bran. It's good for you. Keeps you moving.
Whatever that means.
Ew, I just got what that means.
Cognitive skills are slow today. Grab some cornflakes.
Nietzsche and Wittgenstein went ape guano over cornflakes.
So they make you smart, German, and depressed.
Why do they have so much Wheat Chex? It doesn't go with anything.
Wheat Chex is sort of the pumpernickel bread of the cereal world.
Well put.
So what combo were you thinking today?
Cap'n Crunch over a foundation of Rice Krispies...
with a perimeter of Shredded Wheat.
- Bold. - I like its prospects.
- I love cereal. - It rocks.
- So, you never told me who the guy was. - Guy?
The guy you were dying for a message from.
The guy who has you yoked to your cell phone.
I am not yoked to my cell phone. I can't hear it when it's in my pocket.
- God. Tell me it's not Huntzberger. - What if it is?
With the hair and the chin like he's a fourth Bee Gee?
I can put the phone away if it's bothering you.
Don't.
That pathetic boat you're in, I'm first oarsman.
- How so? - I'm waiting for Doyle to call.
I expected a call yesterday to set something up for last night...
but it never came.
So I ate a family-size bag of salt and vinegar potato chips...
and went to bed at 7:30.
- That was the smell. - We're better than this, you and me.
We're the children of Emma Goldman and Hillary Clinton. Strong, independent.
- We're better than this. - Apparently not.
I blame Chilton. Great education but horrific socialization.
- We need guidance. - I'm not calling Loveline.
Rory, come on. We're sitting in a sea of expertise in this field.
A college campus. There's no end of knock-headed bimbos...
with tons of dross to dispense.
- There's two now. - Paris, don't.
- Althea, Janet, come here. - You hate Althea and Janet.
Granted, they know nothing of Ukrainian politics or the periodic table...
but when it comes to boys, they're brighter than the Brontës.
- What, Paris? - Hey, Janet. Hey, Althea.
Girls, we have related problems. A little love trouble.
- Can we bend your ears? - Sure.
No, Althea. Please, go enjoy your Sunday. There's no love trouble here.
- I don't mind. - I do.
Fine, then I'll just lay out my situation.
Great, 'cause I'm out of this.
Okay, so I've got a guy.
- Blind? - Can it.
The last time I saw him, he strongly implied...
that he was going to call me and soon.
- It's been four days. - You ever call him to hook up?
- He's always taken the reins. - What did he say exactly?
"Call you later" or "see you later"?
"Call," or was it "see"?
- Very different. - "Call" is more descriptive.
If he said "call you later" and didn't, it's an egregious "screw you."
I'm pretty sure it was "see."
Then I think you could cut him some slack.
- You like him, right? - Yeah.
Then call him, but have a reason.
- We're on the paper together. - Perfect.
Call to ask for notes, or something, but don't give him anything else.
If he's into you, he'll take it from there.
If he's not, at least you know, so you can dump him.
Direct. Simple. A clear path. Thank you.
- You're welcome. - See you.
- Excuse me. - Yeah?
- If you don't mind, I'm wondering... - Yeah?
Okay. I got close to kind of getting together with a guy.
You mean like "getting together" getting together?
Yeah, but we were interrupted.
Shouldn't he be calling me to talk or maybe set up getting together?
What was the interruption?
Mom. Then Dad. Then Mom's boyfriend.
- Whoa! - Poor guy.
- You definitely have to call him. - Really?
- He might be afraid to call. - Thinks you're too much drama.
Too much drama.
You give him a call but keep it casual.
She's love dense. Give her specific language.
- "Get together." - Or "hang out."
That's better.
Ask him to hang out sometime. It'll give him an easy out.
If he says "yes," meet up, act casual, but look hot.
I've got a pen if you wanna write this down.
No, I think I can remember. Thank you.
- No problem. - Any time.
Styrofoam for brains, but they know their stuff.
I'm on your side, Lorelai.
Wait, Gypsy. What are you talking about?
- The breakup. - What breakup?
- Yours and Luke's. - We're not broken up.
Breakup, split-up, separated, whatever you want to call it.
I'd like to call it nothing. We're fine. And what is with these ribbons?
Pink for you, blue for Luke. It's Taylor's idea.
That way, we all know who's side we're on without having to talk to each other.
He's a freak, but I like pink.
- Oh, my God. - Look out. Blue incoming.
Gypsy, please, take that ribbon off.
I don't want anyone encouraging Taylor on this.
It's way too late. He's passed out hundreds.
- Hundreds? - It was no choice for me.
Luke fixes his own truck, so I make bubkes off him.
But you, you don't know a piston from a pepperoni.
Lots of money in ignorance. I'm with you.
Okay, great. I'll catch up with you later.
Pink power, baby! We chicks got to stick together.
- Lorelai. - I'll deal with you later.
Luke. Hi, I am sorry to sneak up on you like this.
Please, just give me a minute, we need to talk.
I have so much to say.
I should've told you about that night with Christopher.
- I know that now. - Okay, I...
But I swear, the visit we had was so innocent.
It was about his dad. And nothing happened.
- Less than nothing happened. - But you hid it.
I know, and I shouldn't have, and I am so so sorry.
But all that talk from Christopher at the wedding.
I didn't see that coming. He was drunk. He was stupid.
He's never not stupid, but I didn't see it coming.
- You should have. - I know.
Rory warned me, and I ignored her. But...
believe me, I am never seeing him again, never.
What are you talking about? He's Rory's father.
- He'll always be in your life. - In her life.
Her life is your life.
Not when it comes to this.
- This is gonna happen again and again. - No, it won't, Luke, I promise.
God, if you care anything for me at all, just please trust me on this.
- I've got to go. - No. Wait.
Luke, it was my mother, you know, who did all this.
She was the one, she caused all this hateful stuff...
because Christopher is weak, and she knows that...
and I am never talking to her again.
They're always gonna be in your life, too. Your mother, your father.
The Gilmores will always be in your life.
- I can cut them off. - You just can't cut them off.
It doesn't work that way, and they'll never feel differently about me, ever.
It doesn't matter, because they're gone. That's it. They are gone. I can do that.
- Look, I can't have this out, right now. - Okay, when? Where?
- I need more time. I told you that. - I'm afraid of this "more time" stuff.
I'm afraid it'll take 40 years, and that's not good.
- Lorelai. - We'll miss our middle. I want a middle.
And the town is dividing us up. I need that to stop.
- Don't. - Luke... I'm all in. I'm all in.
Please trust me. Let me show you what a great girlfriend I can be.
But I can't wait. We can't wait.
I need to know what you're thinking right now.
Fine. You want to know what I'm thinking right now?
That I can't be in this relationship. It's too much.
No.
[Door closes]
LOGAN: Hello. RORY: Hi, it's Rory.
- Rory Gilmore, as I live and breathe. - So, how are you?
- I'm good, Ace. How are you? - I'm good.
Hope your life's been less exciting since the last time I saw you.
Relatively.
Meaning you're steering clear of country club dressing rooms?
- Pretty much. - Good.
Yeah, so...
I was wondering if maybe you'd... Yeah?
If you'd like to hang out or something.
- Hang out. - Yeah.
- When? - How about tonight?
Whoa! Ms. Spontaneity!
I'm very of-the-moment these days.
Sure, I'd love to hang out with you. Come on over.
- To your place? - Absolutely.
Cool.
- See you in a bit. - See you in a bit.
- Yeah. - Hi.
RORY: I don't think I'm in the right place. LOGAN: Who is it?
- Girl scout. - Ace, come on in.
Come on in.
Welcome to my night of humiliating defeat.
One in a series.
- Don't gloat, Robert. It's not Christian. - Neither am I.
- Everybody, this is Rory. - Hi.
I'd introduce you, but I don't know three of them.
- It's to you, buddy. - Joy. Come on, kiddo. Sit here next to me.
- Is that allowed? - I wouldn't object.
Come on. Be my good-luck charm. Did I raise or check?
You've been eating out of aluminum pans again, buddy?
- Your short-term memory is nonexistent. - Yeah, it's aluminum pans.
Come on. The more you stall, the slower I win.
That was almost grammatically correct.
- Two. - Goodbye.
- Call. - Hold up.
- You look very nice tonight. - Thanks.
What do you know about this game?
Just what I've seen on TV. The Odd Couple.
What?
Quincy played it, but he wasn't called "Quincy."
Oscar and Felix. Felix didn't play.
Tony Randall. He cooked for them sometimes.
- I am so lost. - I know a little.
If you know anything, you know I need a jack or a 10.
- Pocket jacks. - Un-bloody-believable.
- Do we bother with fifth street? - Let's see it.
- Now you're just mocking me! - Your girl brought someone some luck.
Two G's. Ouch.
- That was $2,000? - You got to bet it to win it.
It's just money.
He's down $9,000 to me from last time. Should I send the I.O.U. to your pop?
Is that how you want to work it? Cut out the middleman?
Yeah, and I'll send some to your mother.
[Players groan]
A generic, unfocused "and so's your mother" style comeback.
You're off your game, Huntz.
I'll work on a better retort and get back to you.
- So are you covering this? - Pardon me?
You were at the last "life and death" shindig, as I recall.
Yeah, but I'm not covering this. I'm just hanging out.
Back off, Robert. She's just hanging out.
- Thanks, kitten. - You're welcome.
I love the service here.
- I'm out. - Down to the tricks again.
I'm in.
- Don't be a jerk, Robert. - What?
You bet without looking at your cards. Look at your cards.
I don't need to with Rory here.
- I hate it when he does that. - You want a drink?
- Me? - Yeah.
Actually, I don't know how long I'm going to stay here...
so I think I'm good for now.
All right. The way it's going tonight...
I may not last to the next drink, either.
- Can we change the music? - No.
Since when did you become Tipper Gore?
Shut up, Colin.
SOOKIE: She's on her way. I know she is. WOMAN: I hope she is.
Just hang in there, girls. I know you're hungry.
They're getting ready to rebel.
It's just that Lorelai ordered all the tables and the little china...
and I'm sure it's here somewhere, it's just...
Excuse me just for a second. Please help. You're just standing there.
I'm staying out of the way.
In situations like these, to not get in the way is so valuable.
Get in the way. Entertain the kids.
Like I'm Spongeboy Bigpants or something?
I do not entertain children.
I am worried. She left to do an errand yesterday, and never came back.
Are you dialing the right number?
I think after 10 years, I know Lorelai's number.
Where is she?
I don't know, but she was in charge of everything, except the pancakes...
and without her, all we have are pancakes.
- They're expecting games and stuff. - Here's a fun game.
Poke out all the dolls' eyes, mix them up, and try to match them to the right dolls.
- It's still voicemail. - Leave a message.
I've left a million messages. I'm going to her house.
- Don't leave me here. - Stall.
My dolly fell. Kiss the boo-boo.
[Stuttering] What part of the dolly is the "boo-boo"?
- Come on, come on. - I've made my decision.
- I'm in, $350. - Call.
- I'm gonna raise. - Ass.
Our gentlemen's courtesy still prevails, Rob.
Fine. Mr. Ass.
- Ass, Esquire. - [Laughing] He's cracked.
- We've cracked Robert. - Morning, there, Ace. How'd you sleep?
For the record, you don't snore.
We'd be happy to sign an affidavit to that effect for any prospective husband.
[Cell phone ringing]
- Mom? - It's me, Rory. It's Sookie.
Sookie? You're at the house?
Look, something happened with your mom and Luke...
and your mom's in bad shape. I mean, she's down.
I'm here now, but I think you ought to come.
- She needs you. - Oh, my God, is she hurt?
- No, not physically. Just come, okay? - Okay.
I'm out.
- You okay? - I have to go.
- What happened? - I just have to go. I have to get home.
- To your dorm? - Stars Hollow.
Oh, no. I don't have my car.
Didn't you walk here? You're like 100 yards away.
No, I mean I took it in for its six-month service. It's at the dealer.
You take your car to the dealer? They so rip you off there!
It doesn't matter where it is. I don't have it.
Which means that I have to take a bus or a train or something.
- That'll take hours. - I know. I have to go.
- Take my car. - I don't want to drive your car.
No, it's a car with a driver. I've got an account with the company.
- No. - Take it.
I'll give Frank a call, and tell him to meet you out front.
He'll take good care of you. It's a done deal.
- Okay. Thanks. - Go.
- Where is she? - Upstairs.
Okay, I've got it from here, Sookie. I love you.
Mom? What happened?
- Luke. - What about Luke?
He's gone. He hates me. I blew it. I blew everything.
I don't understand. What happened?
I should have told him about Christopher.
- That was innocent. - But I should have told him. I hid it.
- I shouldn't have hid it. - Try to sit up.
- She got to him. - To Dad? Who did?
Mom.
She pushed him to ruin everything. And now they're putting up ribbons.
Ribbons? Who?
Taylor, the town. They hate me. They all hate me.
I wrecked everything.
Mom, this isn't good. Come on. Try to sit up.
He said he needed time to think, and I pushed him.
- He'll come around. - I pushed him, and now he's gone.
He waited forever for you. He's not just gonna walk away.
It's over.
Mom, this isn't you, lying in bed like this. You should be up.
You should go to school. Go back to school.
I'm here. I'm staying.
I really screwed up this time.
Shhh.
- He could've been the one. - He'll come around.
Shhh.
Try to sleep.
Rory?
[Film projector rolling]
Luke?
- What you watching? - Something stupid.
This isn't stupid.
Lorelai, this thing we're doing here, me, you...
I just want you to know I'm in.
I am all in.
Say something.
- You slept. - I guess.
- Feeling better? - Sure.
- No, you're not. - You should get back to Yale.
Uh-uh.
Rory, you can't just stay here.
Sorry. I'm here for the duration.
- No. - You need supplies.
I'm fine.
There's no sign that you've eaten or had anything to drink.
I'm not hungry or thirsty.
If you're staying up here, you need supplies, sustenance, entertainment.
Well...
- See, you're a little thirsty, aren't you? - A little.
What can I get you? Water? Bourbon?
- Water is good. - What do you got food-wise?
- Not much. - What's not much?
Like, nothing. Some moldy bread.
- I've been eating out, mostly. - Okay. I'm going on a run.
I'm not hungry.
I'll get you some DVDs, too. Do you want magazines?
- No. - I'll get you some magazines.
You sure you don't want bourbon?
Honey, you have stuff to do.
This is my stuff. I'll be back in a flash.
- The ribbons. - What?
The ribbons. They're all over town.
I'll just ignore them. Stupid Taylor.
People are gonna be all over you with questions.
Then they'll feel the wrath of the Green Destiny.
- You'll get bombarded. - Maybe I'll call in some reinforcements.
- I got my cell on. - Okay.
Don't go roller-blading or bowling or anything while I'm gone.
I won't.
I'll take those, miss.
- Did you get everything? - Everything on the list.
Plus I threw in a few things of my own. Some Toll House cookie dough.
Cooked or uncooked, the ultimate comfort food.
Nice.
- Chocolate-covered matzo. - Nice and ethnic.
- And a new toothbrush. - Why a new toothbrush?
Dentists say to change your toothbrush every three months.
I'm assuming your mother's not doing that.
I'm not sure how that's going to help her depression, but you are a good friend.
You like ham and cheese, Frank?
- Thank you, miss. - We can head home now.
Very good.
- Was Taylor in there? - Afraid so. And he was holding court.
What?
He was talking with a bunch of people about the breakup.
- Big debate going on. - What debate?
About whether Elm Street had gone more pink than blue...
and whether Lorelai should've married that Max guy when she had the chance.
And he was passing out ribbons like there was no tomorrow.
Was he?
- Hold on, Frank. - Yes, ma'am.
Luke I've known longer because of the diner.
- Lorelai is much later, but... - Where are they, Taylor?
What?
Don't play dumb. The ribbons. Take piano lessons or something.
She was so sweet when she was little.
- Got them. - My compliments to your moxie.
I've got moxie coming out of my ears today.
[Car horn honking]
Are they honking at us?
They better not be. Frank, are they honking at us?
I believe so.
I'm in no mood for this!
We are depressed. We'll move when we move, so stop...
Sorry.
I'm not usually in a limo.
Heads up. Man coming in.
The TV!
If you won't come downstairs, I'm bringing downstairs up to you.
- On the table, Frank. - Very good.
- Evening, ma'am. - Evening.
That's Frank, my driver.
So, I put all the things you will definitely need...
within easiest reach, water, basic foodstuffs.
Then the things that you have to reach for or stand up for...
recede in order of frequency of use.
It's not a science, but I did the best I could.
I'm loving this cereal combo.
Five different kinds, three sweetened...
with a mix of nonfat milk and half-and-half.
- It's a Paris recipe. - Thank her for me.
- All done here. - Excellent.
Anything else I can get for you?
- I don't think so. Thanks, Frank. - Yeah, thanks, Frank.
- Wait. Who's Frank? - I had to get out here...
and my car is at the dealer for its six-month service.
My friend had a car and a driver standing by...
so they let me borrow it and Frank...
and that explains Frank.
- You take your car to the dealer? - Yeah.
They're such a rip-off.
It says in the book to take it to the dealer.
If it said to drive off a cliff, would you drive off a cliff?
Yes, I would.
- And "they" is a "he"? - Who?
- The "they" with a limo. - Yes, he's a "he."
- Thank Logan for me. - Okay.
- Look, you and Frank should go. - No.
- Yale's gonna get mad. - Yale's not gonna get mad.
Rory, I'm glad you came, but look how fine I am.
I'm surrounded by everything I could possibly need.
I even have raw cookie dough, for God's sake.
- That was Lane's idea. - A whole village has seen to my needs.
Go. It's time. Look, I'm sitting up and everything.
Then you're feeling better? I mean, for real, this time?
I'm not 100%, but I'm getting there. I swear.
The downstairs is all set, too.
I cleaned up, vacuumed a little, spot-dusted...
- and I've checked in with Sookie. - Good.
The party for the little girls and their dolls...
Michel apparently really came through, and it was a big hit.
He sang a medley from Annie.
Pulled out the big guns. Good. Now go!
Okay, but I am going to call a lot.
- I'm good with that. - I only have one class tomorrow...
so I could stop by again in the afternoon.
- No. There will be no need. - You can call me, too, you know.
- I know, Mom. - Okay. Bye.
Bye, honey.
And I'm gonna have Frank honk before we leave.
- Why? - I don't know. It just sounds fun.
Okay.
[On TV] The results have really been tremendous.
We'd love to take your calls if you're using the products and...
- It will make... - good look at this...
- I don't want it... - it could be...
The next morning tread the story...
[Car engine starting]
[Car horn honking]
[Sniffling]
[Voice shaking] Hey, Luke, it's me.
I know I'm not supposed to be calling, but I am not doing really great right now.
And...
I was just wondering if...
Do you remember, in The Way We Were...
how Katie and Hubbell broke up...
because his friends were joking and laughing...
and the President had just died, and she yelled at them, and he was mad?
And he was going out to Hollywood, and...
I mean, which she hated. And...
he broke up with her, and she was really...
upset. And she called him and...
asked him if he would come over and sit with her because...
he was her best friend and she needed her...
best friend.
And he did. And...
And they talked all night...
and they went out to Hollywood, which was a disaster...
but it was good at first with the boat and...
And the putting the books away.
I've seen this movie a lot so if...
you don't remember the putting-the-books-away scene...
don't feel stupid or anything.
I was just sitting here thinking about it because I...
I'm in my house and I was just...
Could you please come over?
I, please, really need to see you and talk to you and...
Please come over.
Please.
Come...
Oh, my God.
[Knocking on door]
- Hey, Ace. How're you doing? - Fine.
Come on in.
Logan, wait. No, I can't stay. I'm just returning Frank.
- Returning Frank? - And the limo. Thanks very much.
Everything okay back home?
Okay enough. It was good that I went. Thank you very much for your help.
- You're very formal tonight. - What?
- Just your tone, it's formal. - That's how it is.
I fed Frank a nice sandwich, so he's all good to go.
You ended up being extremely lucky for me, Ace.
- Is that so? - I took Robert for everything he had...
plus everything I owed him from last time.
You should come to all these things.
[Sarcastically] Yeah, kiddo, maybe I should.
What?
Did it ever occur to you when I called to ask if you wanted to hang out...
that I meant it should just be the two of us?
I actually wasn't sure. The whole thing was a little vague.
- It wasn't vague. - No, "hang out" is a little vague.
It's not a specific boy-girl thing.
I can tell you that I wasn't expecting to be Fanny Brice to your Nicky Arnstein.
But I already had this game going. I couldn't kick everybody out...
so my choice was to say "no" and not see you at all...
or say "yes" and do it the way we did it.
I wasn't expecting a group.
So I should've said "no," meaning I wouldn't see you at all?
- I wanted to see you. - That's nice. I wanted to see you, too.
I just thought it would be a little more intimate.
- Intimate? - You know what I mean.
So the only time we can see each other is to have sex?
No, Logan, that's not what I'm saying.
That's what I'm taking from this.
Don't take that. That's not what I'm saying.
So we can see each other under all kinds of conditions, alone, in a group?
- Yeah. - Good.
- Last night happened to be a group thing. - Right.
- So I don't see the problem. - Yeah.
No, I guess there really wasn't a problem.
- I'm glad we cleared that up. - Yeah, me, too.
I'm going out of town for a few days.
But I was gonna give you a call to set something up for when I get back...
- but you called me first. - Right.
I'm back next Saturday. It's the first night I'm back. Want to...
I don't know. What are the kids saying these days? "Hang out?"
I'm never listening to the Branford cereal girls again.
- What? - Nothing. I'm free.
- No group this time. - No group this time.
Good. So next Saturday.
- Thanks for feeding Frank. - You're welcome.
I promise not to call you "kiddo" again.
I kind of picked up on that sarcasm from before.
There are so many other things you could call me.
That's an opening.
- Bye. - Bye, Ace.
- Luke. - Are you okay?
- Yeah. - You sure?
I got here. There was no answer.
[Sighs] You got my message.
Yeah, I was home and I couldn't reach the phone...
so I ran over here. I knocked. There was no answer.
So I tried the loose window, but I fixed that last week.
And then I realized I fixed all the stupid ways there were to get into your house...
and I broke the back door lock and ran inside, and you weren't there.
- My God. - It's okay. I can fix it.
I'm so sorry, Luke. I will never do this to you ever again.
I am absolutely humiliated.
I was hurting, and I knew if I called you, you'd come.
- I never should have done that. - It's okay.
No, it's not okay.
I am not that girl. I'm not the one who cries and falls apart...
and calls her ex-boyfriend...
to come and save her.
Thank you so much for coming and for breaking my door.
- You're an amazing guy for doing that. - What's that?
It's the tape from your answering machine.
- From my... - It's the last crazy thing you will...
ever have to endure from me, I promise.
I just want you to know I heard you when you said that you're out.
I did. I'm gonna respect that from now on.
Okay.
You should go. It's cold.
I'll be fine.