All language subtitles for Gilmore Girls - S06E22 - Partings.eng

JACKSON: Is she still asleep?
SOOKIE: Yeah, so let's be super quiet.

-Super quiet, Davey.
-Super quiet, Son.

Like we're playing a game
called "Let's Be Super Quiet,"

and you win a prize
if you're super quiet.

A prize!

Let's get him out the door.
Let's get him out the door.

Lunches! Come on, Davey!

[SOOKIE EXCLAIMING]

Come on. Let's get your lunch.

-JACKSON: Lunch is fun.
-Here you go. Go give it to Daddy. Okay.

Come to Daddy, Son.

[SHUSHING] We're still
playing the "Super Quiet" game.

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

Not a word.

We sat, we had tea, but she was
somewhere else the whole time.

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

Okay, let Daddy open the door.

I'm worried about her.

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

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

There, let's go.

-Be very quiet going out the door, Davey.
-Super quiet.

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

-Close the door for me?
-Got it.

[LOUDER] Great
job, Son! High-five!

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

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

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

Will do.

[SINGING FOLK SONG]

-RORY: That's another good one.
-No, it's not.

Hold it.

Yo, Alfred Stieglitz,
stop with the pictures.

I prefer Cartier-Bresson.

My eyes are pale, very
sensitive to the light.

You only graduate
from college once,

and I will document it
to my heart's content,

and you can't stop me.

At least I'm clothed in these.

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

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

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

Because the graduation ceremony
is not only for the graduate.

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

-No, you talked and I disagreed.
-And then I ruled, and that's that.

I'm taking that Stalin
biography away from you.

Come on. I don't wanna be late.

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

Meaning?

There will be all manner of
Huntzbergers in the audience.

I can avoid people
with the best of them.

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

Don't you worry your
pretty little head about this.

-I'll take care of myself.
-Just want you to be fully prepped.

I have outdone myself photographically.
Every one of these is a keeper.

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

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

[SINGING CABARET SONG]

[SINGING FOLK SONG]

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

-I live here.
-Beautiful.

[RESUMING FOLK SONG]

Is everyone seeing
what's going on out here?

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

-What? Eyed what?
-Balled, eyeballed these hooligans.

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

-Not very.
-And this is the very peak of my interest.

My God, there's another one.

-I have a theory, Taylor.
-Let's hear it.

Our usual town troubadour,

he was discovered last
week on these very streets.

Discovered?

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

and he caught one of
the troubadour's songs.

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

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

Anyway, I'm guessing that when word
hit the East Coast troubadour community,

every one of them thought
to come to Stars Hollow

for their shot at the big time.

There's an East Coast
troubadour community?

Oh, yes. Our wandering
musical storytellers.

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

Geert Schoonhoven delighted his
fellow Pilgrims with his timely songs.

His most popular was
A Beaver Ate My Thumb.

It's quite catchy.

I wonder if Neil still does
Last Train to Clarksville.

I love that song.

[SINGING FOLK SONG]

Excuse me. Bohemian people,
may I have your attention, please?

-Kind of doing a song here.
-It won't take long.

Please, people, your attention.

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

than the man
standing before you.

No memory is more precious to me

than the one of my father

taking me to the Hartford Civic
Auditorium to see the great Pat Boone.

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

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

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

our authorities will
forcibly remove you

with water hoses and
canine units, if necessary.

Thank you for your
time and goodbye.

Can you say "BTK"?

[CELL PHONE BEEPING]

Oh, shoot.

-RORY: You're grounded.
-Sorry, Mom.

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

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

I called you twice.
I left messages.

I called the National Guard

who didn't answer because
they're all in Baghdad.

Well, I just checked
my messages.

-I won't be ignored, Dan.
-I know. I'm hiding my rabbit as we speak.

-So, what's the deal?
-No deal.

I spent the night at
Sookie's last night.

-Why?
-No reason.

We were talking and it got late,

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

-Is everything all right?
-Everything's fine.

-How's it going with you?
-Well, Logan graduated.

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

I'm here now. It was nice.

Logan looked
great. Very dignified.

He didn't trip. He
remembered to wear pants.

-He's quite a catch, that guy.
-I was very proud of him.

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

Oh, his parents are there, huh?

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

As per the restraining order.

They're dragging
him out for drinks,

30 minutes tops. We're
meeting back at the apartment.

And then he'll be all mine. I've
got the whole afternoon planned out.

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

I'll think about it.

-So, you take pictures?
-Only about a thousand.

I'll bring my camera tonight.

Oh, listen, just a heads up, I
might have to duck out after drinks.

No. Why?

I've made reservations at this
really crappy Italian restaurant

with Chianti bottles
hanging from the ceiling,

and the husband and
wife that own the place

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

Sounds great.

Well, it's our last night
together for a while.

-I want it to be really special.
-Sounds perfect.

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

Okay, hon, see you tonight.

Hello, Babette.

-Hi, buddy. Where's Babette?
-Oh, she had to go, honey.

I told her I'd take
the morning shift.

She told me to tell you
that everything went fine.

Paul Anka ate all his food,

and then he did something
weird with your nightgown.

Oh, are you
cross-dressing again?

I got here at 7:30.

I gave him a little
kibble and a new hoof,

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

He's been quiet ever since.

Thank you guys
for doing this, Patty.

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

Oh, it's our
pleasure, sweetheart.

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

Oh, no, no. Just a little girls'
night out. Or in, I should say.

Sookie and I had
a slumber party.

-Oh, that sounds fun.
-Yeah. Do you want some coffee, Patty?

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

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

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

Okay.

-LUKE: Lorelai? You here?
-Tell him... Tell him I'm not here!

-What?
-Patty, please, tell him I'm not here.

-LUKE: Lorelai?
-No, no, but I...

-Luke! Hi!
-What the hell are you doing here?

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

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

Her Jeep's right out front.

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

-Called from where?
-Oh, I don't know. The inn, maybe.

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

Well, I don't know.

You know, half the
time people speak to me,

I'm thinking about Baryshnikov.

-Did you see Turning Point?
-No.

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

Pure sex walking. Or flying,
actually. That man could fly.

-Have you ever thought of taking dance?
-Me? No.

Well, maybe you might
wanna think about it.

There's nothing sexier
than a man in tights.

Yeah, I'm sure that's true.

Look, can you just
tell Lorelai I came by?

Oh, of course I will, honey.

All right, stop imagining
me in tights, Patty.

It's a free country, honey.

[DOOR CLOSING]

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

Something going on
with you and Luke?

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

Punishing him. Good for you.

The longer the freeze-out,
the better the make-up.

Yes. Exactly.

-Listen, thank you for doing this.
-Oh, sure, anytime.

If you need anything
else, just give me a call.

I will.

And, honey, don't
freeze him out too long.

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

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

Okay.

Bye, Paul Anka.

Thank you for letting me
scratch your butt for an hour.

Just like husband number 4.

Bye.

MITCHUM: be there for at
least the first two months.

-You met him in Omaha.
-LOGAN: I remember.

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

He's a good guy.
He's got 20 years.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

-Oh, I gotta go.
-Yeah, I'll talk to you later.

Yeah.

Yeah.

-Hey.
-What happened?

-It took longer than I thought.
-Way longer.

"And I've got to leave for my
grandparents" like, right now.

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

a bunch of Dad's business
automatons came by

-and he made me stay to talk shop.
-To talk shop?

Synergy in new media ventures
and increasing shareholder value.

-I could hear my soul dying.
-He's doing this on purpose.

-I wouldn't put it past him.
-Why is he doing this?

Look, don't think about him. Just
go. Go to your thing. Get it over with.

-I'll wait for you here. Go.
-Okay.

No more thoughts about Mitchum.

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

Yeah, at this number.

Here. Call me back. Bye.

Oh. Hello, Rory.

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

Yeah, I was there.

-Didn't see you.
-Well, I was there.

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

-I mean, were you aware of that?
-No, I was not.

Yeah. 'Cause why would your
son wanna go out with his girlfriend

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

And this gathering of yours, it
turns into a business meeting

on his graduation day.

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

during the year that you're
forcing him to do in London.

It wasn't exactly a
business meeting.

-Why are you doing this?
-Doing what?

Why are you taking him away from
me? Why? Do you hate me that much?

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

-Why would I hate you?
-Because I'm dating your son.

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

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

-How?
-You're sending him away.

5,000 miles away.

What other reason is
there but to separate us?

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

into thinking about
your relationship.

-Here's the lobby.
-Wait, let's get this clear right now.

I'm sending Logan away for
one reason, because it is time.

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

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

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

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

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

and away from those
dopes, Colin and Finn

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

Logan is talented.
He's talented.

He's my son. I want him
to achieve something.

And he needs a push. It...

It's what my father did with me.

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

Anything here you're
not agreeing with?

I didn't think so.

[SINGING FOLK SONG]

-Got your mail here, Taylor.
-Thanks, Cliff.

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

that troubadours are persona
non grata in Stars Hollow.

Just one more rat I have to
exterminate. See you, Cliff.

[ALL SINGING DIFFERENT SONGS]

[DOORBELL RINGING]

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

-Hi, Mom.
-Hello, Lorelai.

So, just you tonight?

Well, I know how mad you get

when I bring the Insane
Clown Posse with me.

-So, no Luke.
-Luke's working.

All right.

-So how are we?
-We're good. We're fine.

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

Your father's making
martinis in the living room.

Oh, now your legs work.
Here, hang these up.

And eat something with sugar!

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

Just say whatever it takes
and get him out of there.

About 9:30. I trust you, Finn.

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

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

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

-Hello, Lorelai.
-Thanks, Dad. Hello.

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

He slapped my hand earlier.

-It is top-secret.
-Oh, my God.

It's the weapons
of mass destruction.

-Quick! Get the President on the phone.
-Lorelai.

If he's not in the Oval
Office, try the ice-cream room.

Just tell them
what it is, Richard.

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

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

A very tidy settlement.

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

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

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

Oh, goody, they didn't forget.

And with that extra money,

we can now afford what is
on the table right in front of you.

-Richard, do the honors.
-All right.

Miss Rory Gilmore, may I present

-your building!
-What?

EMILY: Your science building.

On the QT, a friend of
mine who knows the architect

snagged the model for
me. It's a beaut, isn't it?

-Built perfectly to scale.
-Very sleek.

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

-Of who?
-EMILY: Of you.

And look right here.

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

"The Rory Gilmore
Astronomy Building."

Grandpa...

They're going to start
construction this summer,

so it should be up and
running by Christmas.

Is this the actual lettering?
I mean, is this to scale?

I don't know. Although
the style is very dignified.

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

It's your building, so why not?

Because the lettering
would be 30 feet high.

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

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

Well, is there someone
we can call to check?

Relax, Rory. She's so modest.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Relax, Rory.

Remember when you wanted
a personalized license plate?

So much better.

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

so that it's taller than
everything around it.

-Make it stand out a bit more.
-More than this?

-I love the portrait idea.
-Who's not helping?

Excuse me, everyone,
Christopher Hayden has arrived.

RICHARD: Ah, Chris! EMILY:
Christopher, how wonderful.

-Come in, come in.
-How are you?

-What are you doing here?
-I was invited.

Shut up! Me, too!

We promised Christopher

a home-cooked meal
last time we saw him,

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

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

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

What are the things you can
call him? Just for future reference.

I'm very grateful for
the invitation, Emily.

-Martini, Christopher?
-Sounds good.

-What's this?
-Oh, it's Rory's building.

-It's not my building.
-It's got your name on it.

-Wow, are those letters to scale?
-Oh, boy.

-'Cause it's gonna be huge.
-Yeah.

Okay, Dad, you can take
my seat because I have to go

legally change my name
and transfer to Brown.

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

Remember when you were 10
and you thought you discovered U2?

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

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

I will.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

My goodness, it's Grand
Central Station in here tonight.

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

-Bye, honey.
-Bye.

-Christopher.
-Thank you.

So he's leaving, huh?

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

-She should be very proud of that boy.
-She should.

She should buy
him an observatory.

Well, look who I found outside.

-Oh, Carolyn.
-Hello, Richard.

How wonderful to see you,
especially standing so close to a martini.

Oh, Carolyn. That
sense of humor of yours.

One martini, coming right up.

Carolyn, this is my daughter,
Lorelai. Lorelai, this is Carolyn Bates.

Lynnie to those in the know.

-Oh. Am I in the know?
-Well, you are now.

-Nice to meet you.
-You, too.

-And, Lynnie, this is Christopher Hayden.
-Nice to meet you.

-Lynnie, olives or a twist?
-Olives, please.

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

Lorelai, you remember my
talking about Marie Randall.

We were roommates in college.

Uh-huh.

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

So, of course, we
promised her a dinner.

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

tonight seemed like
the perfect opportunity.

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

Lynnie, I've got you two olives.

Thank you very much, Richard.

-Move.
-What?

-Move!
-Mom.

The arm's supposed to be
connected to the rest of the body.

Lynnie, you come sit
down next to Christopher.

-Lorelai's gonna sit with me.
-Okay.

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

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

Arm-yanking rehab.

[EXCLAIMING]

Lynnie just moved here from
Maine, isn't that interesting?

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

-No, but I like lobster.
-Well, then you're in.

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

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

-Isn't Lynnie's mother a stitch, Richard?
-She's an entire seam, Emily.

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

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

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

-How's your drink, Lynnie?
-Oh, very potent. Thank you, Emily.

Well, potent is good
because tonight is a party.

Which reminds me, Christopher,

Lynnie once threw her mother
the most wonderful birthday party.

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

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

And Lynnie's a Leo.

[SINGING ALTERNATIVE ROCK SONG]

TAYLOR: Stop. Go home.
This is private property.

Stop that jumping right now!

There's no jumping
in the town square!

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

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

Handcuff these ruffians
and take them away.

-In what?
-In your car.

-Well, I came on my bike.
-Why?

Fred took the car. Plus,
my handcuffs are broken.

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

My sister has an SUV, but
she's out of town, though.

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

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

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

-And we don't have any food.
-Oh, forget it, Barney Fife.

My brother has a Pinto.

-Patty, don't do that.
-But they're hungry.

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

Taylor.

How did you let this happen?
This is my turf, Taylor.

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

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

and now they're all copying you.

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

And I never even met Neil
Young. Heart of Gold, my ass.

I suddenly feel very tired.

-Would you like a tiramisu?
-No, I think I'd just like to go to bed.

Tell everybody to
try and keep it down.

God, I hate music.

[SINGING A BEAVER ATE MY THUMB]

-How old?
-Four going on forty.

And a doll, a living doll.

Well, enjoy them while their legs are still
short enough for you to overtake them.

That's good advice, Doc. Thanks.

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

-Well, hurry back. Dinner's almost on.
-Yes, ma'am.

-My sister just had twins last week.
-Twins. Wow! That sounds...

-Loud?
-Exactly.

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

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

it's almost like looking
at a shampoo ad.

Oh, my God! What are you doing?

What do you mean,
what am I doing?

I thought "restroom"
was code for "Follow me

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

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

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

-Out of what?
-What do you mean, "Out of what?"

-This is a setup.
-So it seems.

I can't believe
Emily would do this.

You're talking about
Emily Dickinson, right?

'Cause Emily Gilmore
was made to do this.

I thought I was having
dinner with you and Rory.

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

Well, luckily you didn't
get ugly overnight.

And thanks a lot, by the way.

-What did I do?
-Nothing!

You're just sitting there.
You're not saying anything.

What are you talking about?

When Mom said, "Doesn't
he look like Cary Grant?"

I said, "Yes."

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

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

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

She's talking to me.

What am I supposed to
do, slap her in the mouth?

That would be a
conversation-stopper.

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

-By doing what?
-I don't know, deflect, distract,

get the conversation
off her and me and us.

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

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

How do I know you
don't wanna date her?

You're single, she's single,
you're pretty, she's pretty,

it's how all great
divorces start.

How did I used
to get out of here?

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

I had several ways of
sneaking out of here.

Chris.

Which drainpipe was it
that I used to crawl down?

Christopher!

I think you used to get
to it from the attic window.

Does the attic
window still access

the drainpipe that drops
you off by the garage?

You do know you're grown up now.
You can just walk out the front door.

Oh, if I just leave,
I'll insult your parents.

But vanishing into thin
air, way more polite.

It's only 8:00. This
night's gonna last forever.

We haven't even had dinner yet.

Relax.

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

I'm not.

Okay. Now that I
know, I can help you out.

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

-Okay. Thank you.
-You're welcome.

-I know you always got mine.
-Always.

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

Yes. Right.

-I'll see you back in the living room.
-Yeah.

-Very interesting dinner, Emily.
-It's paella.

I got the recipe from Hildy McIntosh,
whose son married a Spanish girl.

God knows how
long it's going to last,

but the food at their
wedding was wonderful.

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

-Not too spicy?
-I like spicy food.

Do you? Well, Christopher,
did you hear that?

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

Yes. Small world.

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

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

-What do you think it means?
-Lorelai!

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

It's okay. It could
mean a myriad of things.

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

you've read Alice in
Wonderland too many times.

-Touché, Lynnie.
-She's got wit and wisdom, this one.

You know, Christopher does

the Sunday New York Times
puzzle every single week.

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

-"Arachnophobia."
-You have arachnophobia?

-No.
-Thank goodness.

What's it called
when you're afraid

of people who are
afraid of spiders?

-'Cause that one I've got.
-Oh, lord.

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

How about arachnophobia
phobia? 'Cause that makes sense.

You know, Christopher, Lynnie...

Voices in your head,
totally normal, right?

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

Lorelai, eat your paella.

-So, Christopher, how's business going?
-It's really been picking up lately.

-What do you do?
-Oh, I'm in computer software.

Well, that sounds exciting.

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

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

You know what I think is
even better than traveling?

Time traveling. Do you
think that's possible?

I would have no idea.

Lorelai, are you having
some kind of breakdown?

-You're very quiet, Christopher.
-Well, I...

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

-Actually, I miss Adriana.
-Oh, so do I.

-Lorelai!
-What?

-I was serious about that one.
-That's it. No more talking till dessert.

Dude, can you do that...

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

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

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

You know, I'm starting
to get the feeling

-you'd rather be with her than with us.
-Impossible.

I appreciate the drinks
and the diversion.

Your friendship over
the years is worth

at least a couple
pages in my memoir,

but, as of now, it's goodbye.

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

[IMITATING BRITISH
ACCENT] Hello, governor, chips?

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

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

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

-Your accent is terrible, by the way.
-Just go with it, you geezer.

Now, we have heard that you're
about to fly away to Old Blighty,

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

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

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

Well, we're just gonna
have to change your mind

because London, you see,

is a place of fun and
musical excitement,

the Queen, HELLO! magazine...

You're gonna break into a chorus of
Chim Chiminey any minute, aren't you?

Shush now. None of that talk.

Because tomorrow,
brilliant things will happen.

A new life. A new adventure. You
like adventure, don't you, mate?

Well, London is
certainly the place for that.

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

if we did not send
you off in a proper way

with the bash of a lifetime!

[ALL CHEERING]

Come on, someone
get this chap a pint!

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

Kiss me, Mary Poppins.

Really? I thought it was more
Gwyneth Paltrow, Shakespeare in Love.

-Kiss me.
-COLIN: To the Queen!

To the Queen!

-Well, that was a complete waste of time.
-What are you talking about?

I'm talking about Christopher
and Carolyn leaving separately.

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

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

No, I didn't think
they were going to

"throw down and
consummate it in the foyer."

I just thought they could
go out for some coffee.

-You served them coffee.
-So what?

So you can't be shocked
when you serve people

three cups of coffee

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

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

-You never know with these things.
-I was just so sure.

-Oh, well. Maybe next time.
-Absolutely.

Christopher's probably too
immature for Lynnie, anyway.

I'm sure he is.

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

I half expected him to start
talking about his Tonka truck

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

Sure is nice when it's not me. All
right, bye, Mom. Have a nice trip.

Goodbye, Lorelai.

-Gerta, did I fire you?
-No.

Really? Everything's
off tonight.

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

That's okay, Sandra. All right.

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

-Sorry. I'm blocking you in.
-No, no. It's okay.

So you do sessions
over the phone?

I do sessions whenever
people need them.

Wow. That's quite a commitment.

Well, I've always been a good
listener, excellent note-taker.

I have fantastic penmanship.

Good head-nodding abilities.

-You found your calling.
-I think I did.

-So it was nice meeting you.
-Oh, you, too. You, too.

This was... This was really
very, very sweet of your mom.

Well, you keep thinking that.

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

It made me miss my own mom.

[CELL PHONE RINGING]

I'll just let it go
to voicemail.

Boy, your work sure
follows you around, huh?

Yeah. Well, when you're going
through something, you never know

when you're gonna need to talk.
Sometimes it sneaks up on you.

Yeah. I suppose so.

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

It was really nice meeting you.
Sorry if I talked too much during dinner.

Every now and then, I
just feel the need to reenact

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

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

I could analyze that
one for you if you want.

That one I've got a handle on.

Other things are more fuzzy,
but that one, that one I got.

Okay.

-Lorelai?
-Yeah?

Do you...

-Do you wanna talk about something?
-Me? No. No. I'm good.

It was nice meeting
you. Bye. I gotta go.

My parents have been
married for 40 years.

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

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

except my father and
most of my relatives.

It is not a chatty
group, basically.

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

And, of course, I talked about it
and shoved it right in your face.

But still, I don't know, I never
saw myself getting married.

-Never?
-Not until Max asked me. I think.

I mean, I guess I thought
about marrying Christopher

when everyone was freaking
out because I was pregnant,

but I never thought about
it in a longingly good way.

-That could be why.
-Why?

Well, marriage was just
a solution to a problem,

not anything romantic or
because you were in love.

Plus, it came from your parents.

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

What about Max?
Did you love him?

No, I didn't.

I wanted to, but I didn't.

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

Did I tell you I proposed?

-No, you didn't.
-I did.

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

He was solid and he was strong.

He would protect
me, but he got me.

I knew all that when
we started dating,

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

Suddenly I knew I was ready.

-Did he accept right away?
-Pretty much.

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

Skull Mountain at Six Flags.

-So, not this?
-Nope. Not this.

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

-It's still a pretty good story.
-Yeah, that's good.

'Cause I like to entertain, you
know. I should have been a monkey.

Washington Square Park
with, like, a snappy hat.

I feel so stupid.

I really had myself believing
it was gonna happen.

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

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

I am ready to start the
next phase of my life.

I want another kid, and I
don't wanna wait anymore.

I don't want to be patient.
I've been patient long enough.

I'm not happy, and I
feel crappy all the time

and I just think I've had it.

So, what are you gonna do?

Only you can make you
wait. Nobody else can.

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

And then you gotta be okay with
that, or you gotta be okay with waiting.

I could lose him
if I push too hard.

You don't really
seem to have him now,

at least not the way
you wanna have him.

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

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

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

Some things are just never meant to be,
no matter how much we wish they were.

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

Wanna put money on
who nails the Queen?

I think Her Highness
is pretty safe tonight.

-Why? I thought Jenny and Paul broke up.
-They got back together this morning.

-Do the boys know?
-No.

-Are you gonna tell them?
-No.

Wow! Watching your best friends
waste precious scoring moments.

You can get kicked
out of the club for that.

Yeah, well...

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

Oh, I know.

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

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

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

-Thank you.
-My pleasure.

-You want more beer?
-No.

-More Twiglets? Cadbury's?
-I'm good.

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

Tell me not to go.

-What?
-Tell me not to get on that plane.

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

Just tell me I can figure
something else out.

Just tell me not to go.

Well, I can't do that.

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

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

But I'm not gonna
drink the whole cup.

Seems like a gyp.

Hey, I need to talk to you.

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

What are you talking
about, "Doesn't matter"?

I've been looking
everywhere for you.

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

-Let's elope.
-What?

-Come on, Luke. Grab your keys, let's go.
-Elope?

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

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

-Yes. I did, but I'm just...
-Come on, then let's go.

We can drive to Maryland.
What the hell, right?

I mean, you have to
see Maryland eventually.

We can drive there
and get married

and then come back here and
you get your stuff and you'll move in.

-Okay, hold on.
-I mean, we have the plan already, right?

-We just have to put the plan in motion.
-Yeah, let's calm down.

We don't have to figure
all this out now, do we?

Yes, we do! Because we've
been waiting and waiting

and putting it off and I don't
wanna put it off anymore.

-Yeah, but right now?
-Yes! Now is the right time.

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

-Come on.
-Your car or mine?

Lorelai, let's just
talk this through.

No, I don't wanna talk. All
we've done for months is talk.

I wanna do. I wanna go.

Yeah, well, we can't just
take off and get married.

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

But I love you,
Luke. I love you.

But I have waited
and I have stayed away

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

I asked you to marry
me and you said yes.

Yeah, I'm just
trying to think here.

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

and I didn't get the
purple wallpaper

because you didn't
want the purple wallpaper.

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

I pick you. I pick you!

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

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

-Do you care about me?
-Yes.

Because I'm going crazy here.

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

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

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

-Anna said so.
-Anna said so? What does that mean?

-When I talked to Anna, she...
-When did you talk to Anna?

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

-You weren't supposed to talk to Anna.
-I know, I'm... God!

No, I'm not gonna defend myself!

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

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

and I'm done with that.

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

-I have to think this through.
-No!

I have April!

You're gonna have to figure
out how April fits into our lives,

-not the other way around.
-I'm trying.

Well, try married.

-Just wait!
-No. I'm not waiting!

-It's now or never.
-I don't like ultimatums.

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

I can't just jump like this.

Well, I'm sorry to hear that.

And I have to go.

[SINGING FOLK SONG]

-Hey.
-Hey.

You okay?

I'm having a really
bad night, and

I just don't want
to be alone, okay?

Yeah. Come on in.

Rory.

-Logan?
-Don't get up.

You're dressed.

-Why are you dressed?
-My bags are already in the car.

The car?

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

I'll be five minutes!

-I just have to find the closet.
-Relax.

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

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

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

-No.
-I have to go to say goodbye.

-Rory, no.
-Yes!

I have to wave
to you at the gate.

They won't let you
come to the gate.

They'll stop you at security.

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

-Rory.
-I have to go with you.

-No.
-Yes!

You are leaving for London.

Who knows when we'll
see each other again?

-I thought that was all set.
-What was all set?

Christmas, Thanksgiving,
Guy Fawkes Day.

-That's so far away, I...
-Rory,

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

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

so you don't have
to worry about that.

There's still a few weeks
left on the car service,

so use it whenever you
want. I know that you won't,

but just in case you need to.

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

What?

I keep trying to think of
fabulous things to say,

but all I can think is,

say hi to William
and Harry for me.

I love you, Ace.

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

I have to go.

[DOOR CLOSING]

-CHRISTOPHER: G.G., come get your coat.
-Not that coat. The pink coat.

-Miriam, where's the pink coat?
-She doesn't have a pink coat.

G.G., come back here!

-Who's that?
-[SHUSHING] That's your aunt Lorelai.

-Is she sick?
-No.

-Miriam...
-Sorry, Mr. Hayden.

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

I'll explain later. Have fun
at school. Bye-bye, hon.