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Huh.

Huh.

Hey, it's Luke. Leave a message.

Hey, it's me.

I'm standing here in my lovely motel room

in its various shades of orange,
and brown and... DNA samples.

I figure as long as I don't break out
the black light, I'll be fine.

The ice machine is next door.
I've appointed myself ice monitor.

Thank you.
There will be a badge and a hat.

I figure I'll hear people trying
to get ice and I can interrogate them.

What do they need the ice for?
How much do they need?

What shape's their bucket in?

Basically, I've been alone
for exactly 12 hours, and I'm already nuts.

So, I thought I would check in
and let you know I got here.

Getting my pack ready, and...
How important is food on a hiking trip?

Aren't all parts of the pine tree edible?

I should get to bed.

I'm hitting the trail really early
in the morning.

Hitting the trail.
That's hiking lingo.

So... I'll keep you posted.

Crap.

No, no, no! No, no, no!
I will not... win!

Yes! Yeah!

Yeah!

No! No!
No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, no!

Hey, what do you need that ice for?

Feet. So many feet.

Shoot.

This would be great
with calliope music playing.

No one's getting out
of this one, boys.

- What's the holdup?
- I don't know.

- I'm reapplying.
- You just put that sunscreen on.

Give me some.

I brought extra boots
to toss over the side.

- Oh, just like Reese.
- Just like Reese.

- Book or movie?
- I'm sorry?

Which one are you? Book or movie?
They're movie.

- Oh. Uh... book. I am book.
- We're book, too.

- You want sunscreen?
- No, I'm good.

- Are you just starting?
- Yes.

Me, too. So excited.

I've been planning this for a year.
Since my divorce.

Since my mother died. And my divorce.
And what about you?

- I...
- Book or movie?

- Book.
- Oh.

- Excuse me. Book or movie?
- Movie!

Me, too!

Wow. What's she?
Off-Broadway?

That's the thru-hiker.

She's doing the entire
Pacific Crest Trail. All 2,650 miles.

- Holy hell.
- Takes over six months.

- Of being dressed like this?
- Yep.

I tried talking to her last night.
She just looks right through you.

Somebody told me she's a crazy heiress
who does nothing but hike.

Someone told me she lost two toes
during a freak snow storm.

Okay. Can I get the attention
of the Wild ladies?

- Movie or book?
- It actually doesn't matter.

It matters to us.

There's a storm coming in tonight.
It's going to be rough conditions.

Now, all of you have permits
and nice big backpacks,

so you are welcome to begin your hikes,
but it will be a brutal first day.

The visibility for boot-throwing
will be very bad,

so you may want
to consider starting tomorrow.

Now, for those of you who will not be dead

within 20 minutes of exposure
to the elements,

have your storm gear ready
and available to you.

And good hiking!

It doesn't even matter now.

- Think I'm going to wait.
- Me, too. You?

I guess. Although I'm afraid
this thing is like shoes.

You take it off, you swell up,
you can't get it back on again.

Uh, yo, books don't throw boots.
Respect the book.

- Shoelaces are untied.
- Huh? Oh, crap.

You'll do great out there.

Hey, guys, you don't need to lock
every lock when you're in here.

This isn't an Italian social club.

Well... well Bernie wanted it locked
at all times.

Well, Bernie's not here.

- If you'd just let us arm ourselves.
- No guns!

Now, for the next issue,
we're going to go with the poem...

- The fall poem?
- Yes. The fall poem.

I told you people like the poem.

- Yes. The poem is terrific.
- Okay, so...

As you were.

Charlie?

Did you accidentally fall asleep
writing an e-mail again?

Well, no, I... I had coffee this morning.

- Esther?
- I'm filing.

I was at the filing cabinet.
You know what that entails.

Oh. Okay, but...

Hey, did you guys see that?

- See what?
- I'm just trying to file here.

There was a message on the pig.

The pig?

Should I come over?

No. Never mind.

Luke?

Luke?

Seriously, Luke!

Luke, you back there?

Jeez. Ah. There's... Uh, hi.

There's flour. Caesar, the flour broke.
Bag... The flour bag broke.

Jess, hey. Is it four o'clock?
Yeah, it's four o'clock.

It's four o'clock.

- Lucy Ricardo stumbling out next?
- I broke a bag of flour. It moves.

Yes. Flour moves.

- Hey, what is going on out here?
- Where?

Diner of the dead.

Oh, yeah, some jackass asked me
for the Wi-Fi password

and a bigger jackass gave it to him.

You didn't give me that password
for six months and I lived here.

Well, you didn't catch
my big Dumb-Ass Day.

Luke, pick up!

Okay.
Pick up, pick up, pick up, pick up.

- Whoa!
- What?

- Wrong way.
- I got it.

- You okay?
- Yeah. I'm fine.

- You sure?
- Yeah. Sure.

- What is this?
- One bagel split four ways.

Oh, Jesus. God.
I hate laptoppers.

- Why don't you kick 'em out?
- I didn't have to kick 'em out.

I had a perfect system. No password.
And then they'd leave on their own.

Now they sit around for hours
catching old episodes of Doctor Who.

I'll see you in an hour.

We're off the hook for this thing tonight.

What thing?

We were going to Liz and T.J.'s,
to chase off the vegetable cult?

- Right.
- Turns out the vegetable cult thought

Mom and T.J. were too weird
and kicked them out.

- I see their point.
- We could still grab some food later...

- unless you're fighting the baking soda.
- Hilarious.

So, I'll come by... around 8:00?

Great. And then we'll go
to Liz and T.J.'s after?

Luke, what's up?

Nothing. No, I...
You know, I'm just a little tired.

I just need some sleep. That's all.

- Everything okay at home?
- Fine.

- Fine.
- Yes.

Fine, fine.

No. Yes, yes, fine.

What're you doing?
Whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey. I got work to do, man.

Come on.
You're the owner. Take a break.

There you go. Sit.

So, you wanna talk
about what's going on with you?

Nope.

Okay.

Lorelai's doing Wild.

Movie or book?
Very different experiences.

- Book.
- A purist.

Go on.

She's just, uh...
well, she's doing Wild.

Out there. She got on a plane
and flew off to California

- and bought some hiking boots.
- Cute hiking boots?

No, the real hiking boots
that you can hike in.

And this is after we...
You know, there's been some, uh...

Between us, it's been...

Communication problems?

- Exactly.
- Never experienced that myself.

Maybe she wanted a vacation.

- Yeah, from me. From us.
- No. No.

Uh, she's been keeping things from me.

- Guy things?
- No. Other things.

Like, she's been...

she's been going to a therapist.
Do not say, "It's about time."

I did not say it. I thought it,
but that's the way my mind works.

Ah, we've been arguing, like sniping.

And, we never sniped, you know.

We never picked at each other in public

and put each other down
and made other people look at us like,

"Oops, what's going on?"

- I don't like you using the word "oops."
- I don't like me using it either.

I never used the word before.

Now I'm a guy who snipes at his girl
and uses the word "oops."

Well, when does she get back?

Three weeks. It's the longest
we've been apart since we got together.

You might be wrong.

- You think I'm wrong?
- Hey, I'm just hearing headlines.

Lorelai Gilmore decides to hike
the Pacific Crest Trail

to figure some things out.
What's that sound like?

- It sounds like she's leaving you.
- Yeah.

Yeah.

I gotta get back to work.

Can I get a coffee?

- Yeah. You want food with that?
- Nope, just the coffee.

- That's it.
- Just the coffee.

Just the coffee.

Merry Christmas.

Oh, man. Bogus.

When are we gonna get a Starbucks?

Hmm.

Oh, come on... something about this trip
has gotta be fun.

Sticking... sticking to the roof...

Dear Paul,

I woke up this morning
and I wrote your name in the sand.

Hey. Come join us.

What's up, ladies?

It just got so boring
in that room.

And there's nothing good to watch on TV.

- And the drapes smell funny.
- And I'm afraid of my pack.

I think it's gonna come to life
in the night and kill me.

You should have paid more
for the non-homicidal one.

It came with a mini flashlight.

We're gonna be alone for weeks
with no one to talk to,

so we figured let's just
get it all out now. Box wine?

Sure.

- Trader Joe's. Three for ten bucks.
- Score.

I thought boxes would be lighter.
You're not supposed to bring bottles.

- What's your contraband?
- What?

What did you bring
that you shouldn't have?

- I brought a mirror and nail polish.
- I brought a ham.

Oh, um, well I brought the key
to my storage closet,

so if Michel needs a toner cartridge,
he'll have to go to Staples.

I am so glad I'm doing this.

I almost did Eat, Pray, Love,
but my miles were blacked out.

So, here I am.

The Lean Cuisines are ready.
Come and get 'em.

I brought SnackWells
and VitaTops for dessert.

Wow, you guys came prepared.
Not for hiking, but prepared.

So, what's your story?

Oh, no story. Just a punch line.

Well, who are you?
Where are you from?

My name is Lorelai Gilmore, and I am
from a little town in Connecticut.

- Are you married?
- No.

That's why she's here.
I said you were divorced.

Oh, no, I'm not divorced.

I am divorced, but not from the guy
I'm currently with. We just...

We live together.

- And he cheats.
- No.

- You cheat.
- No.

He's dumb, and he drinks, and he smells.

Man, I can really pick 'em.

- Well?
- No. He's a good guy.

- Are your kids terrible?
- We don't know if she has kids.

I have a daughter. She's amazing.

- So, you're addicted to Vicodin.
- No.

Heroin? I've heard
it's the big housewife drug now.

How would you even get heroin?

They sell it behind the Olive Garden
down the street.

I'm going to make some French bread pizza.

- Takers?
- Sure.

Me!

God, I hope this hike works.
I need a new life so badly.

Me, too. I can't imagine waking up
like this anymore. I need some clarity.

Insight.

I've waited my whole life
to have insight, you know?

Well, I always thought
I had insight.

I thought I knew exactly what I wanted,
where I was going,

what I was doing and why I was doing it.
I was so sure.

But, lately, I don't know,
things seem hazier.

Plus, there's the clocks ticking,

and the milestones looming
and there's Luke.

Suddenly, I feel like I'm standing still.

Like the whole world is moving...
and I'm standing completely still.

Boy, we're gonna need another box.

"By the pricking of my thumbs,
something wicked this way comes."

Rory. Rory.

Get ready, Rory.
Get ready, Rory.

What the...

Hello?

Is anyone here?

Hello?

In omnia paratus.

- What?
- Didn't I say that right?

Yep. That's it.

Well, I'll be damned.

Are you gentlemen lost?

- Gentlemen?
- I'm offended.

Are we going to take that?
Letting this girl call us gentlemen?

Take the masks off.

My dear lady,
you do not ask a man to drop his facade.

Not without a 20 in your hand, anyhow.

- What are you guys doing here?
- She speaks to us as if she knows us.

As if she has intimate knowledge of us.

How was your knee surgery, Colin?

Every single nurse was a man.
When did that happen?

So, let's have a look at you here.

- She seems pale.
- I'm always pale.

- She seems sadly dressed for the fields.
- Or riding in boxcars.

Or perhaps she's passing
herself off as a boy.

- Like Yentl.
- Tell me, girl, are you Yentl?

Well, it is Friday, so...

Men, I believe we've arrived just in time.

- Time for what?
- "Time for what?" she asks.

Ah, the female sex.
They do ask questions.

There was a meeting, my darling.

- A meeting?
- A convocation.

- An assemblage.
- A conclave.

- A parley.
- A hen party.

There was scotch.

After discussing the minutes
from the last meeting

and the minutes
we took in this meeting

discussing the minutes
from the last meeting...

- There was a lot of scotch.
- We voted.

And we decided...

that we had to come and take you out.

It's an omen.

Petal, no!

- Superb!
- A lost classic.

- Another La Dolce Vita.
- They're remaking it with Gosling.

First Arthur, now this. They never learn.

Cheers!

- What time is it?
- Time is but a relative concept.

- 10:15.
- Time to hit the road.

- Wanna try that?
- Hell no.

Cigars, cigarillos, e-cigs, vapes.

Cigars, cigarillos, e-cigs, vapes.
Cigars, cigarillos...

Another bottle.

My mother taught me to only drink
very expensive champagne.

That's funny.
Your mother taught me the same thing.

Don't they ever play
any other kind of music?

In a tango club? No.
They tend to stay on message.

- It's extremely irritating.
- You need to learn to enjoy things more.

Why's the waitress sitting?

This is not the waitress.
This is my newly minted fiancée.

- What is your name, sweetheart?
- Doris.

We can fix that.

It's nice to meet you, Doris.
Check your wallet before you leave.

I'm bored.
I think I'm going to buy the club.

Martini, darling.

Two olives.
And for the love of God, hurry back.

- Finn, isn't that a guy?
- Only till next Tuesday.

How's your foot?

- I do not think it's broken.
- Well, good.

- You're still a terrible dancer.
- Agreed.

But damn, you are a beauty.

- Save the sweet talk, Huntzberger.
- Well, you are.

- I'm not going Dutch, so...
- Rats.

- Glad I came?
- Why did you come?

- Well, it was my turn to walk Finn.
- Sure.

- I did not like the way we left things.
- Yeah. Me neither.

I should've told you
about Odette moving in.

- Nope. That was not the agreement.
- I know.

You owed me nothing.

- Technically no, but...
- No strings.

When we're together, we're together.
When we're not, we're not.

So, how are you?

Oh, well, I'm okay.

Did you fix things with Lorelai?

Not yet.
I've been crashing at Lane's.

- No word from her at all?
- Nope.

- What time is it?
- Why? You bored?

One thing I can honestly say,
I've never been bored with you.

Yeah. We're good like that.

I have something for you.

What is that?

- That is a key.
- To?

To... my family's house in Maine.

It's a great place.
Private, on the water.

It's empty. No one ever uses it.

My dad only bought it
because Martha Stewart wanted it.

They had a business thing fall through.
He was pissed.

Wow,
your family life's different.

It's yours.

Um... you're giving me a house?

It's yours to use.

- To write that book.
- What?

Go stay as long as you want.
Just work.

Logan...

There's a groundskeeper.
He'll look after you.

The cleaning lady comes twice a week.
She'll cook for you. She'll shop for you.

- I can't.
- Yes, you can.

You need to do this.

Write this book.

It's time.

Please. Take the key.

Are you really gonna marry Odette?

That's the dynastic plan.

Out of the way.

You two, scram.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I've purchased this fine establishment,

and as owner, I've decided
that the only music we'll play is this.

Yes! All Rosemary Clooney all the time.
Try tangoing to that, huh?

Money is great.

Gentlemen, this is a raid.

Send out your women, children,
hounds and horses.

Finn! Shh.

I won't be shushed
with horses and hounds at stake.

Could this place be any more British?
I bet they have Hugh Grant in a closet.

I hope they have rooms.
Is anyone working here?

Oh, God, Princess Diana.
Of course.

- Your Highness.
- Maybe we should go someplace else.

- Hey, where are we?
- New Hampshire.

New Hampshire?
How did we get to New Hampshire?

Turned right at Vermont.
I'm starving.

- I don't think they're open.
- They're not. We bought the place out.

- What?
- Every room. It's just us.

And all this lovely booze.

Hello, darling.
What's your name?

You have officially thought of everything.

Except food.
There's no food.

- Hmm. Darling, where's the rest of you?
- Stop taunting the heads, Finn.

- I wonder if there's a kitchen.
- Try the back.

- You coming, Finn?
- Right behind you.

I know there's a picture of Mr. Bean
around here somewhere.

- So... here.
- Wow. More keys.

I didn't know where we stood.
I got you a room.

Oh...
Well, where's your room?

Uh, right across from yours.

Show me.

Ha! Found it.

I wonder how much this place costs.

Okay.

I got your call of the wild
right here, pal.

Yeah.

- Hey, Brenda.
- Hey, Lorelai.

- Hey, Tracey.
- Hey, Lorelai.

- Allie, thanks for the tape.
- Oh, you're welcome.

Hey.

How long have you been sitting there?

Just watching the sun come up.

Come back to bed.

How long before you have to get back?

Oh, I have time.

- How long?
- Long enough.

I have a flight out at noon.

- Don't do the math.
- Someone needs to.

Okay, so there's this great diner
down the road.

It's not your beloved Luke's,
but it has an amazing breakfast.

It's really pretty here.

- Well, I wanted it to be special.
- It was.

It was a perfect night.

Hey, Ace?

Something going on in that head of yours?

Here.

No, no. I told you.

It's yours. Use it to write.

I don't need it.
I know where I'm going to write.

Okay.

Breakfast sounds good.

- Hey...
- Come on.

We have to get you home.

There they are.
Breakfast martinis, children?

- No, thank you.
- It can only help.

I'll have one.

- What happened to you?
- Ask him.

- Did you hit Robert?
- I have no idea.

- He has a very good idea.
- Actually, I do.

My fist is showing
signs of an altercation,

but the memory of
the actual assault is... gone.

I said he was from New Zealand.

Only a man with no heart
would say that to me.

Did I buy a tango club last night
and a 1983 Dodge Colt?

- I did not know about the Colt.
- Damn. My fourth Colt this month.

- Mother is judging us.
- No, she's not.

Yes, she is. Let me see your eye.

- It looks fine.
- Good.

- I'll take this medium rare.
- You'll have to cook your own steak.

Well, boys, my car is almost here.

- What?
- We have a car.

- Two actually, if the Colt runs.
- No. I got my own car.

I need to get back.
I need to get started.

No, no, no.
We had a whole morning planned.

Uh... no one's naked yet.
You can't just rush off like this.

Logan, tell her!

I don't think she's listening
to me anymore.

But... when will we see you again?

- I don't know.
- Oh, this is it?

This is goodbye? No.

- We love you, Rory.
- I love you all, too.

Oh, Robert, don't cry.

Your eye will swell up terribly.
Here... take your steak.

Now I know I have a heart...

'cause it's breaking.

Goodbye, Colin.

I'm going to miss
the way that you get drunk

and randomly buy things you don't need,
like clubs and cars...

And bed and breakfasts?
Oh, yeah.

Oh, Colin.

I think I'll miss you most of all.

- Hey, we heard that.
- Yeah. Thanks a lot.

Stay photogenic, I beg of you.

- We'll meet you at the diner.
- Logan has the keys.

- Well then, we'll walk.
- Will we?

How novel.

So this is walking?
I don't care for it actually.

- Sure you don't want breakfast?
- I'm sure.

- I'd like to drive you back.
- I know.

- I dragged you out here...
- You didn't drag me.

You took me on my own
Mr. Toad's Wild Ride.

How many girls can say that?

- Didn't work though, did it?
- Every ride has to end.

Okay.

So...

let's do this.

If you change your mind
about the house, it's yours.

No strings attached.

I think your days of rescuing me are over.

You never needed rescuing, Ace.
You know that.

I do now.

Yeah, just like that.

- I heard she hasn't slept since Oregon.
- Nobody's ever seen her eat.

Someone said she punched a bear.

I eat. I sleep.
My name's Carol. I'm a lawyer.

I have two kids, both grown.
I have all my toes.

And I didn't punch a bear.
It was a possum, and he had it coming.

Good morning, everybody.
The weather is beautiful today.

You should have no problem in that area.

However, there is still a high probability

that any outdoor activity motivated
by watching a movie...

is probably going to end
in some sort of hospitalization.

Just putting that out there.

Oh, screw this guy.
I am the book, damn it!

- You good on sunscreen?
- I'm good.

When this is over,
I'm gonna be so thin!

- Allie, wait!
- Cannot afford to slow down. Bye, Lorelai!

Bye, Tracey! Bye, Allie!

Send me pictures
of that crazy town of yours!

I'll do that!

- Hi there.
- Uh... just need your permit.

Oh. Hold, please.

I thought I put it in my pocket.

I usually...
well, I don't usually do any of this.

I mean, who does?
Unless you're on the lam. Which I am not.

Oh, I have a permit.

- I showed your friend yesterday.
- What friend?

- The guy who was here dressed like you.
- He's not my friend.

So he's just a rival ranger
who stole your pants?

He did not steal my pants.
He wore his own pants.

Every ranger wears the same pants.

- I'm sure you know him.
- Nope.

Brown hair, disdainful voice?

- You must've seen him in the clubhouse.
- We don't have one.

You should have a clubhouse.

- Your permit?
- Uh, is there a list? I'd be on it.

There is no list.

How do you keep track of everyone?

- We look at your permit.
- Well, I have a permit.

I showed it to your friend yesterday,
and I can prove it.

He stood here and gave a speech

about how we were gonna die
because of the weather.

He said, "You all have permits,
so you can go, but you shouldn't."

- Good speech.
- If I saw the speech, he saw my permit,

because he said, "You all have permits,"
and I was part of "you all."

- I'm the "all" in "you all."
- Great.

- So I can go?
- As soon as I see your permit.

I have my permit,
but it's not in my coat or my jeans.

If it's not in my coat or jeans,
there's a chance it's packed in there.

If it's in there,
it is really packed in there.

If I open this up, it's like
The Hurt Locker. No one survives.

I can't let you through without a permit.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

If I open this up,
I'll never get it re-packed.

- What were you gonna do on the trail?
- Die. Right?

- I don't know what to tell you.
- "Go ahead"?

Look, what's your name?

- Park Ranger.
- All right, Park.

I came all the way here
from this tiny town in Connecticut

just to walk out there
and look at the wilderness,

and stare at the beautiful trees,
and bathe in the crystal clear lakes,

and think super deep thoughts.

And I know that a handsome,
strapping man like you

understands the deep, throbbing,
primal need

to connect with woodchucks and...

just imagine, underneath all this,
I am really hot.

Ma'am, I'm a park ranger.

- I don't know what that means.
- No permit, no hiking.

- Can I bribe you?
- Sure.

- My wallet's in the pack.
- I will see you tomorrow.

All right, well, see you tomorrow.

I got it.

That's...
You... you can have that.

Aw, come on.

I hate nature.

- Hello?
- I was 13 years old.

Lorelai?

It was my birthday.

And Royston Sinclair III
had broken my heart in front of everyone.

I'd snuck into your closet that morning
and took that green beaded top

that was your mother's,

that you kept so carefully wrapped up
in tissue paper in your cedar closet.

I was never supposed to touch it.

But I stole it, and I wore it to school
with my Chemin de Fer sailor jeans,

and I thought no one
was as stylish as I was.

But Royston laughed.
He said I was cheap.

He said the only reason
he'd been my boyfriend

was because he was mad at Angie Morgan
and he wasn't anymore.

He called me loud and weird.

He said there was a rumor going around
that I wasn't actually a Gilmore.

That I was
the gardener's daughter and...

you'd bought me because you couldn't
have children of your own.

And I was crushed.

And I ran out of class...
and I ran out of school,

and I went to the mall.

And I was sitting in the food court,

wishing I had some money to buy a pretzel
'cause I was starving,

and I looked up... and there was Dad.

Standing in front of me... at the mall.

He never came to the mall.
That day, he went to the mall.

And he was furious.
"Why aren't you in school?" he asked.

"Tell me right now, Lorelai.
Why aren't you in school?"

And I tried to think of something,

some lie that would make sense,
but I couldn't.

All I could think
was that yesterday...

I had a boyfriend who loved me
and today I didn't.

And I started to cry.
I just sat there like an idiot, bawling.

And finally...

after what seemed like forever,

I managed to control myself a little bit,
and I calmed down.

And I waited.

I waited for him to yell at me,
to punish me, to ground me forever,

to tell me how disappointed he was in me.

And nothing came.

And finally, I got up enough courage...

to look up at him,
and he was standing there...

with a pretzel.

A giant pretzel covered with mustard.

And he handed it to me
and he said, "Let's go."

And he took me to the movies.

We saw Grease and An Unmarried Woman.

Something for me
and something for him, he said.

He bought me popcorn and Red Hots,

and we sat in the dark and we watched.

And then he took me home,

and he gave me his sweater
to cover up the stolen top,

and he told you
that he'd picked me up from school

and taken me to the club for a soda.

And that was it.
We never discussed it again.

It was the best birthday I ever had.

I just thought you should know.

Thank you, Lorelai.

Bye, Mom.

It's no use
you sitting there looking at me.

You're not getting this
until it cools down.

It's stupid enough
that I buy your own steak.

It's even stupider that I cook it for you.

I'm not gonna blow on it.

That only works with Lorelai,
so don't even...

You tell anyone about this,
and we are getting a cat.

Lorelai.

- What are you doing home?
- Don't come near me.

Why?

Because... I smell.
Every part of me smells.

I... I didn't even hike and I smell.

I showered and I took the plane back home.

I haven't been near a cactus
in the last 24 hours.

And all you have to do
is think about hiking and you smell.

- You didn't hike?
- They wouldn't let me.

- Why not?
- Because I forgot things,

I taped dried stew to my pack...

Anyway, I didn't hike.
But, see, I didn't actually go to hike.

I mean, I went to hike,
but I only wanted to figure something out.

I figured it out without hiking,
which was great,

'cause the thru-hiker looked like
Christian Bale in The Machinist.

She knew
how to get all that crap in her pack.

- Lorelai, I...
- I was getting coffee...

I should've known
it would have something to do with coffee.

Everything in my life has something
to do with coffee.

I believe, in a former life, I was coffee.
But the place was closed.

And I had to wait, and I walked
around the back and there was this hill.

And... I don't know why,

but I walked up the hill
and there was this vista,

and suddenly something
became completely clear to me.

- Luke...
- Stop!

- I know what you're doing.
- You do?

You're getting ready to leave me,
and I have to tell you it's a big mistake.

- Wait, Luke...
- I've seen the signs for months.

- What signs?
- Your bolting signs.

You know, the distance, the therapy,
then suddenly you're gonna do Wild?

Really? You're gonna go hiking alone,
with nothing else involved?

No music festival or Hello Kitty booth.
Just you and nature.

I admit it sounded weird.

I don't care what anybody says.
Needing space is never a good thing. Ever.

I needed space before.

I needed space with Nicole
and we got divorced.

I mean, that's what "needing space" means.

- It means, "I need space and an attorney."
- Luke, just...

We have been through too much here,
you and me, okay?

Things aren't perfect
and there's been some issues.

You've kept things from me
and I've kept things from you.

You wanted me to sleep
with all those women...

We've got to clarify
how this surrogate thing works.

I am not unhappy, okay?
I am not unsatisfied.

You think I'm unhappy and unsatisfied,
and I can't convince you that I am not!

I mean...

this right here is all I will ever need.

I never thought that it would happen.

That you and me... that we would happen.
But we did.

Listen, I know I am not the easiest guy
in the world to build a life with

and to share a house with,

but there is no one who will be
more here for you than me.

I will never leave.
I will never think about leaving.

I will do whatever it takes
to fix what's wrong.

I'll go to your nutty therapist.

I'll open up a franchise
if that's who you want me to be,

I'll run the kitchen at your inn.

I'll give you back the entire closet.

I only took that half
because you insisted I do it.

I just figured
you would take it back eventually, anyhow.

I started. I didn't know if you noticed.

- It started to look pink.
- There were sparkles.

- It's yours. Take it.
- I don't want it.

- Take it.
- I don't need it.

Yes, you do!

You need it.
You need the space, and I need you.

God damn it, Lorelai!

We have been through so much.
I mean, we have...

We've watched each other
go from person to person.

I mean, there was Rachel, and Max
and Christopher!

I had to watch you marry that guy!
It was awful.

But we... we made it here.
We made it through all of that.

I mean, you can't leave.

- You just... you just can't leave...
- Luke!

I think we should get married.

What?

We've waited way too long.

But I... I thought...

I already picked a date.
It's this month.

It's on a Sunday
because you close early Sunday, anyhow.

Doesn't matter really.

It's all set.

It's set?

It's all set.

Exactly the reaction I was looking for.

I should probably get a...
a better one or a newer one.

Don't you dare.

Just gotta tell ya
before this thing goes on,

you got to realize the only way out
is in a body bag.

Now we don't have to write our vows.

- Two limes as requested.
- Thank you, Jack.

Em, listen,
I've got some bad news.

Lobster's fine.

- What?
- What?

- I was talking about my news.
- What news?

I have to go back to the city.

- Today?
- Yes.

Oh. Well, that is too bad.
Berta!

I feel terrible. I was gonna
take you to the Whaling Museum.

Well, next time.

Mr. Smith is heading back to Hartford.
Get his...

Mr. Smith is... His bag.

- Ah, ah, ah.
- He's going bye-bye.

You should find people
you can understand.

I'm working on it.

- Well, drive safely.
- Uh-huh.

Ah, thank you, Berta.

- Oh, yes. Gracias, Berta.
- Bye-bye.

I'll call you later to check in,
all right?

I wish my first three wives
had been as understanding as you.

- Yes, that would've been helpful.
- I'll miss you.

Of course you will.

The manufacturing of candles

from the head matter of sperm whales
began in America around 1748.

Nantucketer Christopher Hussey killed
the island's first sperm whale in 1712.

From then on, sperm whales became
the specialty of Nantucket whalers.

Whales were very important
to Nantucketers.

In addition to oil for lamps,
whales were used for food,

the bones were used to make skirt hoops,
umbrellas, furniture springs...

- Is that a whale?
- That is a whale.

It's big.

- It is big. Very big.
- Is he dead?

I don't know. Now where was I?

Umbrellas, furniture springs...

Oh, right.
Umbrellas, furniture springs,

buggy whips, toys, collar stays,
springs in early typewriters,

curtain pulls, dog collars,
back scratchers,

bicycle spokes, hairpins,
toothpicks, flag poles...

Rory, it's your grandmother.

I am so sorry to have missed your call.
Yes, I am in Nantucket,

and yes, the house is empty,
and yes, it is all yours.

Berta and the family are with me,

but there are fresh sheets
on the bed in the guest room,

and there's some wonderful dishes
in the freezer.

I have no idea
what they are or what's in them,

but Berta made them and they are divine.
Call if you need anything.

...we have with Lorelai and Rory?

She knows what time we dine.
Why are you eating so...

- quickly?
- We're not eating quickly.

You've been on the phone.
It just seems like we've eaten a lot.

- Who could that be?
- Emily.

Aren't we popular?

Richard, perhaps you could get that

while I have another bath sheet versus
bath towel debate with your mother.

- I'm gonna make it.
- Rory, you're not serious.

- That hardly looks like dinner.
- I agree.

Rory, that's food you eat
at the carnival or in a Turkish prison.

You're gonna love it.

- But...
- Listen, just leave it up to me.

You guys go back into the living room,
and I'll call you when it's ready.

Well, Damon,
it's a very impressive résumé.

And here are my references,
in case you need them.

Oh, we will. Believe me.

Oh, come on.
Ian Schrager as a reference?

- He recruited me out of college.
- Interesting.

I'm just wondering why you didn't stay
in the Ian Schrager world.

Why are you looking at a small place?

Yes, any skeletons
in that closet of yours?

Drug problems?
Cheating scandals?

Played Rolfe in The Sound of Music
one too many times?

I just wanted to experience
some other management styles.

That's very commendable.

Yes.
Big gold star for you.

Um, well, we are meeting other candidates,
but you're definitely in the running.

- Thank you so much for coming in, Damon.
- It was nice to meet you.

♪ So long, farewell
Auf Wiedersehen, good night ♪

- I know. I was rude.
- And off-key. I don't care.

I don't like
that someone else will be working here.

Neither do I.

Mini Ian Schrager will put velvet ropes up
all over the place

for Chloë Sevigny to trip over.

Next up, Molly Daniel.

Ugh, her last name's a first name.
I hate that.

- Was I ever that young?
- No.

Oh.

- Plumber.
- Oh, go. I'll do this.

Tell him we aren't paying
for the new faucets. They are vile!

Mkay. Hey, Ed.
Can you hold on a second?

Uh, Molly,
Michel will start your interview.

Okay. Hi there.

- You brought some Kleenex?
- Uh, yes?

Hmm. I'd get 'em out now.

Now, your name is, uh, Molly.

Why?

Huh.

Hello?

- I raise you five.
- Call.

- Three deuces.
- Oh, sugarfoot!

Excuse me, ladies, nuns, sisters.
Is Whoopi Goldberg around anywhere?

If I had a nickel for every time
I heard that...

Sorry. I noticed you're moving.

Mr. Porter died Thursday night.

He was the last one to go,
God rest his soul.

- What's going on with the building?
- It's for sale.

Really? For sale?

Why do you ask?
Are you looking to buy?

I could be.
It's sure got a lot of potential.

And a family of badgers
living in the attic.

Sister Beatrice,

the real estate lady said not to say
things like that to potential buyers.

I didn't mention
the triple homicide this time, did I?

I'm sorry. The place is old,

- but has wonderful bones and a new roof.
- Really?

If you're interested,
move fast.

Katy Perry was
sniffing around here earlier.

She dresses like a hooker,
but she comes with cash.

Well, I bet you'd rather have
the ownership stay in Stars Hollow, right?

To be honest,
if the price was right,

- I'd sell the place to Beelzebub himself.
- Wow.

We've got a beautiful new building
in Pebble Beach.

The rest of the nuns are already there.
The pope drove by once.

- Okay. Well, I'll think quick.
- Here. Take a one-sheet.

- Hey, do you play poker?
- No. Not really.

Hmm. Katy plays poker.

Well, thank you.

Hey, buddy.
What are you doing?

- Coffee?
- Ice cream?

Mmm-hmm.

- So you got my e-mail?
- I did.

- Mmm-hmm.
- Thank you. I texted you.

I got it. And your note.
Thank you.

- So, you guys are finally gonna do it.
- Finally.

Opening day of the Harvest Festival.

- Because there's a hot dog cart?
- Exactly.

And will it be free hot dogs
or will everyone have to buy their own?

I'm sorry. I'm Emily Gilmore's daughter.
Open hot dog cart all night.

So it's a classy wedding.

- It's going to be perfect.
- Yes. It is.

- And it's finally going to happen!
- Yes. It is!

So...

My e-mail was lengthy
and chock full of information.

And all your text said was, "Got it."

- It said more than that.
- Hardly.

I need more. Details.

What's been going on?

Well...

Term paper?

Look at it.

It's the first three chapters.

It feels light.
You must've left my mother out.

I sat down and it just came out.
Flew out.

It's like this story has been
sitting in my brain for years,

- taking up space.
- Like the lyrics to "My Sharona."

Exactly.

It's been there,
waiting for me to put it down on paper.

- Nothing I've written has been this easy.
- Mmm-hmm.

And I get your feelings. I really do.
So, here's the deal.

I want you to read it. Just read it.

After you do,
if you still think it's a bad idea,

if you think it's invasive,
then I won't finish it. I promise.

I will just throw those pages away.
And that's it. No harm, no foul.

- Deal?
- Rory...

I promise. No harm, no foul.

- But you won't like me anymore.
- Not true.

- I'll be your Candy Spelling.
- You won't be my Candy Spelling.

Okay.

Thank you.

So... now, shall we discuss
bridesmaid dresses?

Uh, yes.
I'll let you pick.

Priscilla Queen of the Desert or desnudas.

Yep, I'm going to need
some donuts for this.

So, Serena...
Am I saying that right?

Yes.

- It's not Serenna? Like "henna"?
- No. Serena.

That's that tennis player's name?
Serena?

Actually, my momma
named me after Bewitched.

Well, that's a fun story.

So, Serena,

first off, congratulations are in order
on your brand new marriage.

Renford seems like a new man
since you two tied the knot.

Thank you.
I think it's the juicing.

And now you want to become
a member of the DAR.

I do. I love history.

It was one
of my favorite subjects in school.

- Where did you go to school?
- UC Santa Cruz.

- It's in California.
- How sunny!

But I didn't finish.
I got into fitness really young.

I worked at Crunch
and SoulCycle for a while...

and Tracy Anderson's in Brentwood.

And then I moved east
and was a floater at Equinox.

That's where I met Renford.

Well, my goodness. What a tale!

You could have a one-woman show.

And you know about
our little organization?

Oh, yes.
I've been to your parties.

Well, you have some very nice references.

Rennie's friends
have been welcoming.

You have time to devote to the club?
With all your exercising and everything?

Oh, yes.
It would be a top priority.

- All meetings are mandatory, you know?
- Oh, yes, I know.

And proper attire is very important, too.
You have gloves?

- I don't. But I'm a good shopper.
- I have no doubt.

Crumbs, dear.

Well, everything looks to be in order.

Give us a few days to deliberate.
We will get back to you.

But I have to say,

you're a delightful young woman,
and we have so enjoyed meeting you.

- Bullshit!
- Emily!

You're not getting in, honey.

- That's not your decision...
- You were never getting in.

This was a courtesy meeting,

because Renford is a very big deal
in our circle

and he's got more money than God,

despite the fact that he's paying off
three other wives.

Emily, you don't know what you're saying.

Oh, come on. It's always the same.

The trophy wife... That's you, honey...

She comes in here
with her big hair and her big tits,

and she sits there, and we all smile

and say subtly snide things
about her name and her family,

- which she usually doesn't get. Right?
- I...

And then we say,

"It was lovely meeting you,"
and we send her off and we laugh,

and we have tea, and we buy
a rocking chair that may or may not

have been Benjamin Franklin's
barber's cousin's proctologist's,

and we pat ourselves
on the back for a job well done,

and we go home
and we forget all about her.

It's all just a big pile of bullshit.

Emily, this language.
Where is it coming from?

Serena, you are wife number four.

Sometimes, if a man is very old,
that's a good position to be in,

because he'll be too exhausted
to try and find wife number five.

And maybe you can wait him out.

Like Barbara Sinatra.
She just waited him out.

But Renford is in perfect health,

and the minute he finds a new place
with bottle service,

you'll be right back at Tracy Anderson's,
which you should've thought about

before you signed that ridiculous
prenup he gave you.

Oh yes, we know all about that prenup.
We all saw the prenup.

We had tea, and we passed it around,
and we laughed at it,

and then we bought
a very expensive precolonial douche,

and patted ourselves
on the back for a job well done,

and then we threw out
the last trophy wife's application.

Pammy, I think her name was.

Serena, would you mind waiting outside
for just a moment, please?

That dress didn't help!

What the hell is going on?

- I can't do it anymore.
- Can't do what?

I can't spend any more time
and energy on artifice and bullshit.

Why do you love that word so much?

- She's not getting in, is she?
- Well, of course she's not!

But this is not the way
she doesn't get in.

There's a system, Emily.
And you know that.

We meet, we say we'll discuss it,
we don't, and they don't get in!

- And that is the way she doesn't get in.
- Well, that's just...

Don't you say "bullshit"
to me one more time!

- Fine.
- You know, Emily,

you've been a member for many years,
and you've done some wonderful work.

We know you're having a hard time
dealing with Richard's passing.

Maybe you should take some time.
Rest, regroup,

and come back when you're ready
and happy to participate again.

We will be here waiting for you.

- So, basically, you're telling me I'm out.
- Basically, yes.

But we don't say it. You're just out.
That's how it works!

This whole thing is dead to me, anyhow.
It died with Richard.

- Finalize the guest list!
- I need to get back to the diner!

The diner is fine.
I called. It doesn't miss you.

- It's in its underwear blasting Bob Seger.
- I don't care who comes. I told you that.

- At least look at the list.
- I looked at the list.

Now, on my side, I have everybody.

The town, Rory's friends,
my mother, my mother's friends.

On your side, I have Caesar.

- Caesar can't come. He has to work.
- Why not?

You're not giving him the day off?

- No.
- Why not?

- If I do, I can't go.
- Close Luke's.

I don't need to close Luke's.
I have employees who can keep Luke's open.

Without Caesar,
all I have for you is Liz and T.J.,

- cousin Billy and Uncle Brago.
- What cousin Billy?

- Your cousin.
- I don't have a cousin Billy.

- He's coming.
- He can't come.

- Why not?
- I don't have a cousin Billy.

- He already booked his flight.
- But I don't have a... Fine.

- Put him at Caesar's table.
- Thank you.

Lorelai, I need to finish
pinning that dress.

I don't want you to lean over

and have your Deanna Durbins
tumble out in front of the clergy.

- Just one minute, Miss Celine.
- Lucas!

You are next.

We need to make sure that suit hugs
only the things that need hugging.

Kirk Douglas taught me that.
That and the hora.

My suit's fine, Miss Celine.

You know, from here,
you look a little like Mr. Eli Wallach.

I met him on the set of Baby Doll.

He was all about the method.

He would say, "Don't you look at me.

I've got to save my erotic energy
for Carroll.

Yeah, if that's what Kazan wants,
that's what Kazan will get."

I was very desirable back then.
Ask Kazan.

How old is this woman?

You've chosen well, Lorelai.

He'll look wonderful
on the Christmas card.

- Thank you, Miss Celine.
- All right, hurry up!

- You're next, Eli.
- Mmm-hmm.

- What about friends?
- What friends?

- You must have friends.
- Everyone I know, you know.

It is your big day.
The biggest day of your life.

You have peaked.
There is nowhere to go from here but down.

Knowing that nothing lies ahead
but corns and death,

is there anyone else
you would like to come to your wedding?

Well, I guess there's one guy
I could invite. An old buddy.

One guy! Old buddy! Great.

There's a spot at table six.
He can bring a date or go home with Patty.

- What's the name?
- Last name's Sutherland.

- First name Kiefer.
- Really? That's the name?

- Yup.
- Is it spelled the same?

- As what?
- As the real Kiefer Sutherland?

- It is the real Kiefer Sutherland.
- No, the real Kiefer Sutherland.

"Chloe, the canisters are armed!
Damn it!"

Yeah, that guy.

"The Russians put a bomb on a truck
headed for Brooklyn Heights! Damn it!"

Yes. Kiefer Sutherland.

"I've been injected with anthrax.

- The antidote is in my other pants!"
- We did a baseball camp years ago.

We both stunk. We bonded.
We still go fishing.

- It never occurred to you to mention this?
- Like, when?

Okay, Mom's moving to Patty's table
'cause there's no way

I'm not sitting next to Kiefer Sutherland.

That's fine.
Okay, three o'clock.

Bye.

- I'll be back in a while.
- He knows Kiefer Sutherland!

- The real one?
- There's only one.

"I'm Agent Jack Bauer.
This is the longest day of my life.

My wife and mistress
have the same face and haircut."

- That one?
- Yes. "Damn it!"

- Bump someone off our table.
- Way ahead of you.

Hey, can you get some ice cream?

- We're out.
- Got it.

- Yo!
- What?

- Purse.
- Right.

- You okay?
- Yeah. Just a busy, busy time.

- Rocky road.
- Copy that.

- What are you doing?
- Gotta fit in the dress.

- Wedding's in three days.
- So you see the need.

- You could just forgo the ice cream.
- Get out.

Out. Bye.

Oh, you're the only one
who understands me.

Deanna!

Coming, Miss Celine!

One, two, and three, and four, and five!

Coffee here sucks.
I had to go three blocks to get this.

This is the biggest size they had, huh?

- It's good to see you, kiddo.
- Thanks for squeezing me in.

Oh. Always time for you.

So, new office...

- Yes, the cave.
- The cave?

I call it the cave 'cause I caved.
I'm working in the family biz.

It looks good on you.
New suit, sitting behind that desk...

Knife to the heart, kid.
Knife to the heart.

- So, how's G.G.?
- She's turning into a full-on Parisian.

Got the baguette thing down.

- Send her my love?
- I'll do that.

And how's Lana?
Are you two still together?

Why not?

- How are you?
- Me? I'm five by five.

- What?
- Oh... uh, sorry, it's, uh...

I was watching a Buffy marathon
and some things stick.

- Are you okay, kiddo?
- I can't come visit my father?

Any time.
It just seems a little formal.

Like you're gonna serve me
with papers or something.

Mom and Luke are getting married.
Did she tell you?

I'm not real good at keeping up
with e-mail. So, maybe.

Well, it's a town thing,
and I thought you should know,

- but I'm kind of hoping you won't...
- Show up?

I won't. Knowing when to admit defeat
is one of my better qualities.

I wish her all the happiness in the world.

- Is she registered?
- As what?

For gifts.
I have a crazy expense account here.

I can get anything.
Does she have a unicorn?

- Shoot! She got one yesterday.
- I'll think of something else.

So, is that what the big news is?
The wedding?

I'm switching gears a little.
Career-wise.

The journalism thing didn't
really pan out the way I hoped.

Sorry, kid.
Do you need some money?

- No.
- You sure? 'Cause I have some.

I have no idea what to do.

I bought this suit
and every color of Beats by Dre.

- I'm writing a book.
- A book?

I'm writing a book about me and Mom.

Really? Does Lorelai know?

- Yes.
- Does Lorelai care?

- I'll find out.
- Am I in this book?

- Well, it would be hard to avoid.
- Do I enter in a cloud of sulfur?

I haven't worked out all the logistics.

Okay, well, I...
I think it's great.

Just...
try not to make me too big a villain.

I was stupid, but I loved her. And you.

- Can I ask you something?
- Anything.

How did you feel
about Mom raising me alone?

Ouch!

You kind of coldcocked me there,
Mr. Bernstein.

Sorry, I just have to know.

How did you feel? What did you feel?

Your mom did what she wanted to do.
I wasn't consulted.

I know, but... you let her do it.

I did. I... I let her do it.

So, now, all these years later,
how do you feel about that?

It was in the cards.

Lorelai and you, from the first moment
I saw you two together,

no one was getting between you guys.

Maybe that's why
she's getting married now.

You're grown. Her job is done.
Now she can let someone else in.

- She didn't let you in?
- I'm not saying that.

Is that why you weren't there?

She made the decision
and she pushed you away?

Not at all. We were just so young.
I was so young,

and Lorelai was, much like yourself,
she was a force of nature.

Just uncontrollable.
Sure about everything.

I couldn't come close to competing
with that, so I... didn't.

You could've fought her on it.
You could've talked her out of it.

You ever try talking her out of anything?

But do you think it was the right decision
that she raised me alone?

I think it was exactly
what was supposed to happen.

And I think she'd back me up on that.

Yeah. I think she would, too.

You know I love you though, right?

I know.

Oh. Hold on.

- You're working. I should...
- No, I...

- Sorry, kiddo.
- That's okay.

Let's meet up for dinner next week.
Tell me more about this book.

Thanks for the coffee.

I think the office is nice.

Mom!

Uh, what's with the...

- Oh, my God! It's off!
- What's off?

The wedding. It's off.
I knew it.

I shouldn't have bought that dress
till the last minute.

The wedding isn't off.
Why do you think that?

- You're here.
- I'm here to talk.

- About the wedding being off?
- It isn't off.

You can tell me.
I don't have a deposit to lose.

I didn't tell anyone
you were getting married for this reason.

- Good.
- There's no one to answer to.

- I'm glad.
- I have no skin in this game.

- I'm getting married.
- To Luke?

- Hey! You're selling the house.
- What? Oh. Yes.

- Are you kidding me?
- Why? Did you want it?

No! God, no!
No, no, no, no, no.

- So, no?
- Sorry, but no.

Since you and I don't want it,
I thought I'd sell it to someone who does.

Or someone who'll pay me a lot of money
to tear it down. That's fine, too.

"Show me the money!"
Have you seen Jerry Maguire?

It was on Starz last night.
It's delightful.

Mom, stop.
Please, why don't you want this house?

Because it isn't home anymore.

It hasn't been home
since your father died.

And I've tried to change it, to adjust it,

I've moved everything around...
but it hasn't worked.

- What did you move around?
- What are you talking about?

- Mom, it looks exactly the same.
- Oh, it does not.

Other than the TV over there,
it's exactly the same as it was.

- Are you blind?
- Nothing has changed in this house.

Oh, for Pete's sake,
why do you make me...

That was over there.
Those pillows were upstairs.

The highball glasses
were on the top of the bar.

There are no tongs
in the ice bucket anymore.

These were ferns.
Now they're ficuses.

You're right. No tongs. Where am I?

Lorelai, go away.

I have a real estate woman coming
to discuss photographing the house.

I have no time to spar with you.

But where are you gonna live?

- Nantucket.
- What in the hell?

Why is everything so dramatic with you?
I like Nantucket.

But your whole world is here.
Your friends, the club, the DAR...

- Those old bats!
- What?

- People move all the time.
- Not you.

You don't move or change!
There's a picture of you in the attic

that Dorian Gray is consulting
copyright lawyers about.

Sometimes life forces your hand.

Remember the house
your father and I rented every summer?

- Of course.
- Well, I bought it.

It wasn't even for sale.

I just upped and pulled a Bugsy Siegel

and made 'em an offer
they couldn't refuse.

I think you mixed your mob metaphors,
but I appreciate the attempt.

- I paid cash.
- You and Katy Perry.

I saw what the house across the way
went for and doubled it.

You're a terrible businessman.

They said yes in five minutes
and left the porch furniture.

Well, hooray for the bulldog.

It was thrilling, actually.

I've never bought anything big before.

Your father bought this house
and our cars.

All my credit cards still say,
"Mrs. Richard Gilmore."

But the Sand Castle?

The Sand Castle says,
"Owner: Emily Gilmore."

Sand Castle?

Well, the previous owners
called it the Clam Shack.

I guess Vagina House was taken.

Mmm, Sand Castle's nice.

Now I've got my eye
on that house next door.

I'd like to buy it
and get those Blackstone pricks out.

What was the exact moment
you became a Mamet play?

I've started having a sherry
every day in the afternoon.

You can join me if you like.

Mom? Uh, come... come, sit.

- Why? Is there more?
- Just sit, please.

What do you need, Lorelai?

I need to expand the Dragonfly.

I can't,
because there's wetlands on one side,

and crazy town ordinances
and some weird lizard thing

that spawns up in the north field
twice a century.

I'm never gonna grow the business
or keep Michel

unless I find another place,
an annex, and I found one.

It was an old folks' home,
but they're selling it.

You need money.

- It's just the perfect opportunity...
- You need money.

The nuns want to move it quickly.
I know there's interest and...

I'm not sure
I can find another loan that fast.

So... you need money.

- Yes.
- I'll get the checkbook.

But, Mom, I...
I wanna use Luke's franchise money.

He doesn't want it.
It's just not who he is.

Luke likes his empire small.

And I know Dad left it to him,
and I wanna honor Dad's memory,

but... maybe this could honor it, too.

I'll call the lawyer.

Really? Thank you.

- On one condition.
- So close.

I want you and Luke in Nantucket
two weeks every summer

and one week at Christmas.

If all goes well, you'll be staying
in the Blackstone house next door.

You're kidding.

If you agree,
you'll have the money by morning.

If you don't, you better figure out
a way to get rid of those lizards.

To the circle of life.

You look very happy.

I am. I really am.

Well, this is silly. We're celebrating.

- I'm opening the '69 Dom Pérignon.
- Mmm.

Okay. I'm moving.

I have a million things
I need to do today as well.

I'm here.
What am I looking for?

Find the spray cheese.

- Got it.
- Go down to the Red Vines.

- Got it.
- Go two over from the oatmeal

and up from the anchovy paste.
Find me some white safety pins.

What would white safety pins
be doing next to the... Got 'em.

And grab a stain stick.

I'm picking up my dress.
I'll meet you at the inn.

I'll see you then.

- Oh, sorry.
- Oh! Hey!

Well, well, well,
of all the gin joints in all the world.

- Hey.
- It's so good to see you.

- You, too.
- What are you doing in Stars Hollow?

I'm visiting my parents for the weekend.

- That's nice.
- It's very nice.

Especially since Grady
brought home the flu and head lice

- from his first day at school.
- Oh, man.

Within 24 hours,
all three kids had everything.

It's ugly, man.

Jenny told me
to save myself while I could.

- She's a saint.
- She's pregnant.

- Again?
- It's really boring in Scranton.

Man, your house is gonna be loud.

- I know.
- That's so great.

- I know.
- Congrats.

It's a girl, so my sister
finally has someone to shop for.

How is Clara?

She's in Berlin
with a guy named Wolfgang.

- Van Halen?
- I wish.

He's from Buffalo.
He climbs things for a living.

Climbs things like big piles of money?

Nope. Like bridges, municipal buildings.

They stacked up tires
for the monster truck rally,

and he climbed them
dressed as an ignition switch.

- I don't know how to defend that.
- And he calls her Ra.

That's the great nickname he came up with.

- You hate him.
- I hate him.

Well, it's okay. She's young.
It's her first love. It'll probably...

Yeah, I know.
Um...

- Well...
- How're you doing?

Um... me?
I'm doing okay.

Just okay?

Things are changing for me
at the moment.

I'm still trying to figure it out.
I'm writing a book.

You've read 'em all,
so what else are you gonna do?

Mmm-hmm.

Uh, it's actually about my mom
and me and our life.

- Really?
- Can I put you in it?

- Uh...
- I mean, I'm changing the names

to protect the guilty,
but you would know it's you.

I don't know.
Um... what're you gonna say?

That... you were
the greatest boyfriend alive.

That you were, um...

generous, and protective,
and kind and strong.

That as much as I wish we'd met
when I was older and more mature,

if I hadn't had you with me then,
I wouldn't be the person I am today.

That you taught me what safe feels like.

Okay.

And that you had an obsession
with Lord of the Rings,

that you did a terrible
Sméagol impression...

It was not terrible.

It was pretty damn good.
There were hand gestures.

I know, I remember.

I remember it all really well.

- Good luck with the book.
- Thank you.

Dean!

Cornstarch.

Pay for it this time.

Michel? Oh.
Hey, I'm gonna raid the kitchen.

Give me a shout when Rory gets here?

Mmm-hmm, I live for moments like these.

Sookie.

Sookie?

Sookie?

- Oh, jeez!
- Oh... wow, that was pornographic.

Hey, give a gal some warning.

What?
I've been calling your name.

- When?
- Now.

- No.
- Yes.

Well, my hearing's not so good right now.

I set off one of Jackson's bear traps
the other night,

and the alarm went off right in my ear.

- His what?
- Bear trap, yeah.

He's reading
Little House in the Big Woods to Martha.

He got to the part
where Ma goes to check on...

The horses.
She thought that the cow...

- Had gotten out...
- But it's not.

She smacks him on the nose,

- but it's a bear.
- It's a bear.

It's a bear!

So, now, you know, Jackson thinks
that everything outside is a bear,

and he's rigged the entire property
with bear traps

that blast "Welcome To The Jungle"
if you trip them off,

and I'm out chasing Cogburn,
our rooster, and then voilà!

You know, Panama all over again.

It was so loud
that the neighboring farm heard it.

They call the police.
I had to wait till I got out of jail

to tell Jackson,
"You gotta get rid of this stuff."

Jail?

The cops thought
that I had broken into our house.

- Why?
- Well, when they asked me

- if I had broken into it, I said yes.
- Why?

I thought they said,
"Do you have pineapple juice?" and I did.

Ah.

So... what do you think?

Sookie... what is all this?

This is... your wedding cake.

Or this is your wedding cake.

- Ah!
- Or... or this is your wedding cake.

This was going to be your wedding cake,

but then this became your wedding cake.

I couldn't decide.
But, I mean, this is your Luke wedding.

So, I just,
I really wanted it to say Luke...

Oh, look.

- This one actually says "Luke."
- Amazing.

And this one has hats on it,
if you like that.

This one has daisies.
This one has cakes on top of the cake.

I mean, this one if you want a classic,
or... but...

This one is my favorite.
This is your milestone cake.

Look, there's you and baby Rory
made out of frosting.

Just like in real life.

There's your house and Jeep,

and that's the hospital
where you took me the day we met.

Oh, my God, is that...

- My finger tip.
- Aw!

You scooped it up
and threw it in your purse.

That was a brand new purse, FYI.

We went to the hospital
and the doctor sewed it back on.

And you cut it right off again
two days later.

- It kind of became our thing.
- Yeah.

Michel, look who's here!

- You bitch!
- Oh, he hasn't changed at all.

Two years?

Two years before you deign
to waltz back in here.

- I don't think I waltzed...
- No! I talk now!

You should be ashamed of yourself.

- Forget what you've done to this hot mess.
- Thanks, Michel.

Turning her into a sighing, moping,
broken shell of a person

who won't let anyone park in your space

even though it is right next to
the back door and other people's aren't.

- I don't think...
- Not done!

And when you left
on your amazing journey upstate,

you took your fat-free
magic granola with you.

I... brought a vat of it.
It's in the back.

Oh, really?
Oh, it's so nice to see you.

Send my love to Jackson and the kids.
Is it right here? Right...

Michel is exaggerating.
I'm not broken.

Maybe just a little chipped.

- I'm sorry.
- For what?

'Cause we were
supposed to do this together.

We did do this together.
Look around.

- It's a pretty great inn.
- It sure is.

I miss it. I mean, I love...
I love what I'm doing.

You know, it's fascinating.

Did you know that
I can tell the alkaline levels of soil

- just by tasting it?
- I did not.

There are moments where I'm looking around

and just watching a bunch of people
eat dirt and I think...

"Jonestown definitely started like this."

Well, if they start
passing around Kool-Aid,

you can always come back.

Still best friends?

Still best friends.

- What's that?
- What's what?

What is...

What is that?
Is that...

There's a smell. Is that abalone?

Uh, maybe.

Oh, I can't believe
you let Roy Choi in my...

And what... what is that?
That's Ina Garten.

- No!
- No?

Is that not lime tequila chicken? Huh?
I've been gone like five minutes.

- Two years.
- Whatever!

I mean, now I'm...
Now I... What?

That's sammies!

- Huh?
- Uh...

Sammies all around!

If Rachael Ray reorganized my pantry,
I'm gonna blow.

Hey! Knock first!

You're eating my granola
with your hands?

There are no spoons in here.

The granola's half gone!

Stop judging me,
you crazy log lady!

Slow down!
You're gonna choke!

Give it back!

- This is mine...
- No! Ow!

Hello, Alejandro.

Berta, what are you doing out of bed?

You go to bed right now.
I'll heat some soup.

Oh, no.

Every time you heat soup it boils over
and I can't get it off the stove.

I won't hear any more arguing.

Go back to bed.
Go on.

Okay.
It's your stove.

How a grown woman goes through life

without being able
to heat something up is incredible.

Hello?

Yes, Sidney. I'm on my way.

I just need to heat up some soup,
and then I'm out the door.

See you soon.

He plunges his barbed harpoon
into the whale's back.

Then with the killing irons,

they stab the great beast
repeatedly in the neck...

to stop it diving

and make it bleed to death all the faster.

They then cut the tail tendons,
immobilizing the whale.

Later in history,
they'll invent an explosive lance

that combines the stabbing of the lance

with an explosive that detonates
once inside the whale.

But at this point,
it's just lots and lots of stabbing.

Well, by now, the whale is spouting
buckets and buckets and buckets of blood.

I'll give you all a moment.

Wow, where's Right Said Fred
when you need 'em?

Guy who sold me this suit gave me this.
I don't know what to do with it.

- It's a pocket square. Do the math.
- Oh.

Oh, it looks kind of nice.

So this is the big outfit for tomorrow.

- Get it all out now.
- Turn around.

- Jess...
- Turn.

- Well?
- You are a very handsome man.

- All right.
- I mean, very hot.

- I got it.
- Rande Gerber hot.

- Enough, Jess.
- Hey.

- You look good.
- Yeah?

I only do sincere once, man.

- Right, thanks.
- Luke!

- Everything's under control!
- What happened to knocking?

- What if we were naked?
- Don't say that.

- Everything's under control.
- Where're you going?

- To throw up.
- There's a bathroom down here.

I wanna throw up upstairs.

I don't want you throwing up
in either bathroom.

But the tile downstairs kills my knees.

- He's got a point.
- I've thrown up in both,

so I know what I'm talking about.

Kirk, what the hell is going on?

- I've destroyed your wedding. Sorry.
- Destroyed? How?

The decorations in the town square.

Lorelai said to piggyback
on the Harvest Festival,

with the hay bales and food carts,

and I was only supposed
to set up a table for gifts and leave,

- and I intended to. I really did.
- But?

But I was taking Petal for a walk.

She took longer than usual
to pick her spot.

- Sure.
- I was looking around and I got an idea!

I never get ideas! But I had one.

And the next thing I knew,

I bought a glitter gun
and some double stick tape,

and two hours later, it's all different!

Totally different.
I ruined your big day.

- Kirk, relax.
- I wish Petal was here with me.

She's a great source of comfort
in times of stress.

Plus, if I vomit and miss the toilet,
she's there to make it disappear.

Stop talking.

What the hell are you doing here?

I live here. You look hot.

- Rande Gerber hot.
- Yeah.

- You should be at the inn.
- I was. They don't have Pop-Tarts.

- Get out of here.
- Why?

The wedding's tomorrow.
I shouldn't see you. It's bad luck.

Oh, are we doing that?

- What's the hoopla?
- Why is she here?

- She lives here?
- I tried that.

You shouldn't see
the bride before the wedding.

- Are we doing that?
- Yes, we are doing that.

Did the discussion regarding
how this day was going to work

go out of your head?

- Yeah.
- Kinda. What's with Kirk?

He freaked out and decided to vomit
in our upstairs bathroom.

The downstairs is hard on his knees.

- Tart?
- Please.

You can't be here. It's bad luck.
Why am I the only one who gets this?

Okay, we'll go.

We're not even married
and the honeymoon's already over.

Thanks for not telling her
that her special day has been ruined.

- No problem.
- We're leaving!

Bye-bye.

You guys pretended to leave
and you're sitting there eating, right?

No.

I never pegged Luke
as being a traditionalist.

I know. There's more to learn
about that man yet.

Ooh.

What?

Here.

You read it.

No, I didn't.

- You...
- I'm not gonna read it.

You go ahead and finish it.
I'll read it when it's done.

Are you sure?

If I don't like it, I'll sue your ass.

Wow.
It's... it's good publicity.

- Sue me either way?
- You got it.

- Thanks, Mom.
- Yeah.

Oh... just one note.

Drop the "the." Just Gilmore Girls.
It's cleaner.

Gilmore Girls.

We're gonna order a pizza.
Any requests?

- Go away!
- With extra cheese?

Hey, listen,
you guys have a full house here,

so I'm just gonna take off.

- No, you don't have to.
- It's no problem.

I'll go crash with Liz and T.J.
See you guys tomorrow.

Liz got a bed there for you?

No bed, but a lot of couches.
Not sure why.

- Be back at 10:00?
- Jess...

Jess, look.
The first three chapters!

- What was that all about?
- Oh... just a thing between us.

- Between you?
- A work thing between us.

Work thing, huh?
So then you're over that, right?

Yup, long over.

Okay, I'll see you tomorrow.

Can't wait to see
if you're gonna wear that pocket square.

- Last piece.
- Please.

Come on! We're gonna be married.
This is what married people do.

Force-feed each other like veal?

- Yes, I look at you, I see veal.
- Take it.

All right, fine.

If we're ever stuck on the Donner Pass
and have to eat our chuck wagon driver,

I would give you the first bite,
'cause we are married now.

- Almost married.
- Almost married.

- I feel weird.
- I know.

- Should we drink?
- Yes. No. I don't know.

- What if we smell all boozy?
- Well, we'll shower.

But it comes out your pores
and people can tell.

How much will we drink?
We're not vaudevillians.

I know. I'm just jittery.

- Second thoughts?
- No, you?

No, no, no, no, no.
I just... I have things planned.

- I know.
- You do? How do you know?

I just figured.
I do, too.

- You have things planned?
- Yep.

What? No creepy vows.
We promised no creepy vows.

I'm not planning creepy vows.

"Do you take her? Do you take him?"
"Yes." "Yes."

And bam!
Step on the glass. Let's eat.

- You step on a glass?
- Don't we have to?

- We're not Jewish.
- Aren't we?

What do you have planned?

- Flash mob.
- You're kidding!

Been rehearsing
Miss Patty's girls all week.

They wear T-shirts with your face on them.
You're gonna hate it.

- What song?
- "Relax, Don't Do It."

- Frankie Goes to Hollywood.
- I'm doing a flash mob, too.

- Shut up! What song?
- "Hey, Nineteen."

- "Hey, Nineteen"?
- Steely Dan.

You're doing a flash mob
to Steely Dan?

- I like Steely Dan.
- You can't do a flash mob to Steely Dan.

- Why not?
- Well, it's old boring man music.

It's not old boring man music.

What does your flash mob do?
Jump out, lose their hair,

complain about their backs
and doze off?

- Hey, my flash mob, my song pick.
- Fine.

I went to a rehearsal.
It was awful.

'Cause you can't flash mob
to Steely Dan.

Lot of pressure.
All those people staring at us.

Waiting to be entertained,
which they won't, 'cause Steely Dan.

You're exhausting.

I feel like we should be married already.

- Yes.
- Right?

Tomorrow's this big stress-filled party
that everybody can enjoy but us.

- Mmm. It'll be fine once we say "I do."
- We should've eloped.

Then we could've had
the big dance-off wedding.

Then the pressure's off.

Agreed.
Steely Dan still would've sucked.

What?

- It's bingo night.
- So?

Reverend Skinner's up
awfully late on bingo night.

Hey, kid. Wake up.

- More pizza?
- No.

- Come on.
- Where are we going?

We're going to get married.

- Now?
- Now.

- What about tomorrow?
- We'll get married then, too.

- What about him?
- Oh, let the boy sleep.

- Steely Dan?
- I know.

Who flash mobs to Steely Dan?

- Luke.
- Luke.

It's fine. I texted Patty.
She'll switch it to "Karma Chameleon."

- Without telling him?
- Yeah.

- Oh, man. That's going to be good.
- Yep.

Aren't you curious what
a Steely Dan flash mob would look like?

- No.
- Me either.

So, how does it feel?

It feels...

- right.
- Yeah.

Such a long time getting here.

Sometimes it's just a journey, you know?

Yeah. I guess so.

- I think I'm gonna be very good at this.
- At being married?

No, at finishing off this bottle.

Oh, no doubt in my mind.

Now that I'm a married lady,
you should be one, too.

You are of age.

Then we could do
married-lady things together.

What are married-lady things?

I don't know, like, uh...
dyeing our hair blue

or... buying pork chops.

- Bowling? I'm out.
- I don't know.

I thought I'd be the spinster daughter
who stays home and looks after Mama.

No, I've got Kirk for that.

Let me see.
Who can we marry you off to?

Ooh, I know!

- Did that nice Pee-wee Herman find a lady?
- I think no's a pretty safe bet.

You wanted to marry him
when you were little.

I also wanted to marry Edward Scissorhands
and Jerry Orbach from Law & Order.

Your taste ran the gamut.

"Rory,
due to our ever-conflicting schedules,

I think we should break up.
Take care, Paul."

Who?

I can't believe how I treated him.
I suck.

No, you don't.

It didn't fit.

It needs to fit. Believe me.

- He'll find someone amazing one day.
- Yeah.

And so will you.

Hey.
What's going on in there?

I wanna remember it all.

Every detail.

Mom.

Yeah?

I'm pregnant.