All language subtitles for Gilmore Girls - S01E09 - Rorys Dance.eng

Your grandfather called last
night and told me to tell you...

he's bringing you back something
very special from Prague.

How amazing is it that
he's going to Prague.

It's supposed to be lovely.
Dramatic castles everywhere.

The cell that Václav Havel
was held in is now a hostel.

You can stay there
for $50 a night.

Maybe on our big trip to Europe we
could go to Prague and stay in his cell.

Absolutely. Then we
should go to Turkey...

and stay in that place
from Midnight Express.

-Lorelai, what are you doing?
-Getting rid of the avocado.

Since when do you
not like avocado?

Since the day I said, "Gross. What
is this?" and you said, "Avocado."

I'm focusing on you now.

Tell me all about the
Chilton formal next week.

There's a formal?

-How do you know about the formal?
-Yeah, how do you know?

-I read my Chilton newsletter.
-Since when do you get a newsletter?

As a major contributor
to Rory's education...

I figured I had the right to ask for a
newsletter to be sent to my house.

Are you serious?

It's a good thing, too,
since you don't read yours.

One of us should be up-to-date
on the goings-on at her school.

Mom, I read my newsletter.

-You did?
-That's right.

What was the
picture on the cover?

It was a picture of a
really rich kid in plaid.

-It's a spotted owl.
-In plaid.

The owls are endangered, and
Chilton is taking donations to help them.

You gave a very nice one,
in case you're interested.

Don't be giving donations
on Rory's behalf. I'll do that.

How can you when you
don't read the newsletter?

I read it.

You didn't know they
were taking donations.

It's a private school. They always
take donations. I'll get them next time.

-What about the owls?
-They'll live.

Apparently they won't, dear.
That's why they need the donations.

-You have a formal coming up?
-Yeah, but I don't think I'm gonna go.

Nonsense. Of
course you're going.

Mom, if Rory doesn't wanna
go, she doesn't have to go.

I don't understand why
she wouldn't wanna go.

I know you don't.

I'm gonna go get another Coke.

-What did you say to her?
-What are you talking about?

If she doesn't wanna go, it's
because of something you said.

Mom, I promise. All I ever
said to her about dances...

is that you go, dance, have
punch, eat, you take a picture...

and then you get auctioned off
to a biker gang from Sausalito.

-Lorelai, this is serious.
-Mom, I said nothing, okay?

Rory's disdain of
formals is totally her own.

Let's just drop it, please.

-Fine.
-Fine.

-What's wrong with the tomato?
-It was fraternizing with the enemy.

-Why didn't you mention the dance?
-Because I'm not going.

But why aren't you going?

-Because I hate dances.
-Good answer.

Except you've never
actually been to a dance.

-So?
-So you have nothing to compare it to.

-No, but I can imagine it.
-That's true.

However, not really, since
you've never actually been to one.

You're basing all your dance opinions
on one viewing of Sixteen Candles.

You should have a decent
reason for hating something...

before you really
decide you hate it.

Trust me, I'll hate it. It'll be stuffy
and boring, and the music will suck.

Since none of the
kids at school like me...

I'll be standing in the back
listening to 98 Degrees...

watching Tristin and Paris argue over
who gets to make me miserable first.

Okay. Or it'll be all
sparkly and exciting.

You'll be on the dance
floor listening to Tom Waits...

with some great-looking
guy staring at you so hard...

you don't even realize that Paris and
Tristin have just been eaten by bears.

What guy?

Maybe the guy who hangs out
in our trees all day waiting for you.

Dean does not hang out in trees.

He bashed his head in a branch
when I came out of the house too quickly.

-Why do you care all of a sudden if I go?
-I don't care if you go.

I just don't want you to miss on any
experience because you're too afraid.

I'm afraid? Of what?

Of asking Dean,
of him saying no...

of going to a dance with a bunch of
kids who haven't accepted you yet...

of dancing in public...

of finding out you should
never be dancing in public.

Okay, I get it.

Listen, I know you are not Miss
Party Girl, and I love you for that...

but sometimes I wonder.

Do you not join in because
you really don't want to...

or because you're too shy?

If you don't wanna go because
you really don't wanna go...

and not because you
are in any way afraid,

then this is the last
time I'll mention it.

I promise.

I don't have a dress.

I could make you one.

-Really?
-Yeah.

We could get some great
shoes, and some new earrings.

-We could get your hair done.
-You won't think I'm an idiot?

It depends on what
hairstyle you choose.

This dance could
be great for you.

He's gonna say no.

-Why would he say no?
-Why would he say yes?

There's no point in having a boyfriend
if he won't go to the dance with you.

He's not my boyfriend.

-Really?
-No.

-What is he then?
-He's my gentleman caller.

Okay, Blanche.

I don't know what he is,
but he's not a boyfriend.

Do you think he's my boyfriend?

You guys spend a
lot of time not kissing

other people, if it
isn't that sort of thing.

-Girlfriend.
-You.

-Boyfriend.
-Him.

No, it sounds weird.

-Have you had the talk yet?
-Yes, Lane. Babies come from the stork.

-The other talk.
-What other talk?

"We've been dating a few
weeks now. Where do we stand?"

"If another girl asks you
out, do you feel free to go?"

How do you know
so much about this?

Those who can, do.
Those who can't, teach.

There he is.

-I should do this later.
-No. You have to do this now.

-Why?
-Because I have to go home soon...

and my mom threw out our TV
when she caught me watching V.I.P.

So I'm bored, and I
need some entertainment.

-Okay, here I go.
-Good luck.

And remember to enunciate.
I'm reading lips out here.

You're busy.

Yeah, I have to put the new
green bean shipment on the shelves.

-You wanna help?
-Yeah, sure.

I love stacking beans.

Okay, follow me.

-Do you work on Saturdays? I forget.
-It depends.

Sometimes I come in if
I don't have any plans.

-Why?
-No reason.

There's this thing at
my school on Saturday.

It's not really at my school, but
it's kind of given by my school.

What is it?

It's this kind of thing where
you go, and they play music...

and you're supposed to get all dressed
up and dance, and then there's chicken.

-Chicken?
-I don't know if there's chicken.

But at these kinds of things
they often serve chicken...

because it's probably
cheaper and people eat it.

So the logic behind the chicken
choice really isn't that bad.

-I'm lost.
-It's a dance.

It's not like I'm dying to go or
anything, but it is a new school...

and being a part of the social
activities is really important at Chilton.

So are you asking me
to go to a dance with you?

No.

Yes. I mean, if you wanted
to go, I would go, too.

That would probably be
good since it's your school.

Right.

So do you wanna go?

-Honestly?
-Yeah.

I've actually never
gone to a dance before.

Because they're lame?

Yeah, and it's not the way I
ever wanted to spend my time.

I'm not a big joiner.

Okay, fair enough.
More beans, please.

-You wanna go, don't you?
-No, I don't.

I have no desire to go at all. I
was just thinking out loud, that's all.

-So what would I have to wear?
-What?

To this dance. What
would I have to wear?

-Anything you want.
-Come on.

Really, whatever you're
comfortable in is fine.

Some sort of pants
would be good.

-It's coat and tie.
-Oh, man.

But you could probably get
away with a coat and no tie.

Okay.

-Really?
-Yeah.

-Thank you.
-You're welcome.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

-Extra thread.
-God bless!

I've been working so
hard to finish Rory's dress...

I haven't been able to get out.

-You are walking funny.
-I know.

Rory's dress made a pass at me,
and I think I pulled something getting up.

Here, sit. I got an ACE
Bandage in my bag.

I'm not sure how we can wrap it, but
maybe we can do something creative.

-Sookie.
-Let's see.

Okay, I got Percodan,
Vicodin, Darvocet, and...

Take this one. It's a
muscle-relaxer. Very mild, I promise.

Thanks. Maybe later.

I've gotta go. You sure
you're gonna be okay?

-I'm sure.
-Okay.

-Bye.
-Bye.

[PHONE RINGING]

LORELAI: Yeah. EMILY:
You sound terrible.

I'm fine, Mom. I
just stubbed my toe.

You should get rid of the
clutter in your living room.

LORELAI: Maybe. EMILY:
That room is a hazard.

I've seen the light. Everything
goes. What else you got?

EMILY: I wanna talk
about Rory's dance.

It's just killing me
that she's not going.

This may seem frivolous and
silly to her now, but believe me...

these are the kind of experiences
you regret missing later.

Okay.

Regret can make you bitter.
Do you want Rory to be bitter?

Sort of.

-Lorelai!
-She could make some cash off of it.

Become a crazy Oscar
Levant kind of celebrity...

go on talk shows, heckle Regis.

I wish you would
take this seriously.

Mom, Rory is going to the dance.

She is?

That's wonderful! I'm thrilled.

I'm making her dress right now.

EMILY: You're making
her dress? LORELAI: Yeah.

But why?

So she'll look really ugly and
people will point and throw rocks.

Why don't you let
me buy her a dress?

Mom, you were thrilled five
seconds ago, remember?

-You're not using the curtains, are you?
-I gotta go.

Just one more thing. Take a
picture of Rory for me, please?

LORELAI: I will.
EMILY: On the stairs.

And one by the front door.

And one as she's
getting ready...

putting her hair up,
putting her makeup on.

Okay, do you want one
when she's shaving her legs?

LORELAI: You know, one leg up...

in the tub, waving the
disposable razor in the air?

This is a
once-in-a-lifetime event.

EMILY: You get to be there
and I don't. LORELAI: Oh, boy!

EMILY: If I got enough
pictures, I could at least...

line them up in chronological
order and pretend I was there.

Maybe bind them together,
make a flip book out of them.

Would you like to come over on
Saturday and see Rory go to the dance?

Why, what a nice
idea. I'd love that.

Thank you. I'll see you at 7:00.

-Hi, Tristin.
-Paris.

-Two, I assume?
-You assume right.

-So, who are you taking?
-Why, are you free?

No, what am I thinking? You
wouldn't be free this close to the dance.

Here's your change.

-Is your hair shorter?
-Yeah. Quarter of an inch.

-Really?
-I got it trimmed.

-It looks good.
-Thanks.

-And she's reading again. How novel.
-Goodbye, Tristin.

-Did you get the novel thing? Because...
-I said goodbye.

-What are you doing here?
-I like lines.

-The guy's supposed to buy the tickets.
-Really?

Does Susan Faludi
know about this?

-Unless, of course, there is no guy.
-No, there is a guy.

-A cheap guy.
-What can I say? I like them cheap.

Sloppy, too. Bald
spot, beer gut...

and the pants that slip down in the
back, giving you that good plumber shot.

That sends me through the roof.

So, who is he?

How many languages can you
say "none of your business" in?

-Does he go to this school?
-No, he doesn't.

Look, I'll confess something
to you. I don't have a date.

I hear Squeaky Fromme's up for parole
soon. You should keep a good thought.

I actually thought
you'd like to go with me.

-You did not.
-I did, too.

-You did not, because you are not stupid.
-Why, thank you.

Slimy and weaselly,
yes. But stupid, no.

You'd have to be stupid to think,
that given our history, I would ever...

barring a piano or a
safe falling on my head...

wanna go anywhere
with you. Ever.

Okay, fine. I'll take Cissy.

I'll send her a condolence card.

Yeah. At least she won't
be buying her own ticket.

Two, please.

-Idiot.
-Excuse me?

He was totally nice to you and
you couldn't be a bigger jerk.

If you like Tristin so
much, you go out with him.

-I don't have enough change.
-Pay me later.

What am I, your
Versateller? Wait for change.

I need change! Now!

There's no way you're going
with someone better than Tristin.

-Whatever.
-You probably don't even have a date.

You're probably going to come
down with some rare form of flu...

that only hits losers
on dance night.

You know what? I don't want my
change. Money makes people shallow.

I've got your change!

If you think I'm keeping
this dollar, I'm not!

-I'll take it.
-Shut up.

-Come on, already!
-I'm primping.

You're 16, you have skin like a
baby's ass. There's nothing to primp.

RORY: Okay, here I come.

Someone hit you
with a pretty stick.

This dress is amazing.
You outdid yourself.

It's beautiful, baby.
You look beautiful.

-Come here.
-What?

-Stray hair.
-Fix, please.

I think my favorite
part is the shoes.

-The heels hurt.
-Beauty is pain.

I'll just throw them
on on my way out.

You should put them on now
and let your feet get numb.

-That's sick.
-Go get me the hair spray.

-It's open!
-It's me!

I got tacos.

I got extra hot sauce and
a couple of extra burritos...

-to put in the fridge for later.
-You take such good care of me.

Sookie, look.

Oh, my God! You're a
movie star! I'm serious.

At some point tonight,
walk down a flight of stairs.

Movie stars always
walk down staircases.

Let me spray while you try
to figure out what she said.

You don't move. I got it.

-Wrong way. I got it.
-Are you okay?

Yeah, sweetie. Hand
that to your mother.

My eyelashes are
all stuck together.

-Are you sure you're all right?
-I'm fine.

Shield the tacos.

Okay, ready?

God!

That'll be good for six slow dances,
four medium ones, one lambada...

but if you wanna do any
moshing, I suggest another coat.

No, I think I'm good.

SOOKIE: Rory, sweetie, is this
soap by the sink in the silver bottle?

No.

Go in there, quick.

We're in here!

"We're in here"? That's
how you answer the door?

-I was all out of Saran wrap.
-I don't want to figure that one out.

-Where is my granddaughter?
-Kitchen.

Perfect. I wanna be all
ready for the big entrance.

How's the light in
here? Never mind.

I'll take one with the
flash and one without...

to make sure we've got it right.

Wow, Mom, look at you.

You'd think Anne Taylor was
having a sale or something.

Okay, Rory, come
in here, please.

Hey, Grandma.

-She has lived with you too long.
-Lose the bib and the taco...

put your shoes on and come back
out. Let Grandma take the pretty picture.

-I'm gonna get going.
-You are not driving.

I walked.

It's nice to see you again, Mrs.
Gilmore, or at least make out your shape.

Call me in 15 minutes, or
I'll send out a search party.

You call me if I need to come
over and help you up the stairs.

-No, I'll be fine.
-Bye.

-Why would you need help up the stairs?
-No reason.

Rory, let's go.
Your public awaits!

-Why aren't you moving?
-I'm comfortable, that's all.

-Are you hurt?
-I have a little back spasm. That's it.

It's no big deal.

-What sort of back spasm?
-I don't know, Mom. Just a normal one.

There is nothing normal
about a back spasm.

The very fact that it has the word
"spasm" in it means it's not normal.

-Here she is. Get your camera moving.
-What?

Oh, my! You're gorgeous. Smile.

I'm so glad you decided
to buy her a dress.

[CAR HONKING]

-That's Dean.
-Come here.

Have an amazing time.

I'll chronicle the whole evening
for you, I promise. Bye, Grandma.

-Where are you going?
-To the dance.

You do not go running out
the door when a boy honks.

-Mom, it's fine.
-It certainly is not fine.

This is not a drive-through.
She's not fried chicken.

But I told him to honk and I'd
meet him out there. We agreed.

I don't care what you told him.

If he wants to take you out,
he will walk up to this door...

knock, and say, "Good evening,"
and come inside for a moment...

like any civilized human
being would know to do.

-This is silly. I have met him already.
-I haven't.

-Yeah, but...
-We will wait until he comes to the door.

-He doesn't know he's supposed to.
-He'll figure it out.

[CAR HONKING]

-He's not a very bright boy, is he?
-Mom, please.

[DOORBELL RINGING]

Don't rush. A lady never rushes.

-Hey.
-Hey.

-I thought I was supposed to honk.
-I know. I'm sorry.

Young man, come in here, please.

Hey, Dean. Meet my
mother, Emily Post.

-Hi.
-Hello.

Great rap session. You
guys are out of here. Have fun.

-Be home by 11:00.
-12:00.

-Bye, Grandma. Bye, Mom.
-Bye.

-What do you know about this boy?
-I know that Rory likes him...

and that his parole officer has
high hopes for his rehabilitation.

-Does he drink?
-Like a fish.

-That's not a crazy question.
-It is a crazy question...

because if I knew he was a drinker,
he would not be with Rory now.

-Yes, but...
-Mom, please relax.

Dean is a good kid. Rory's
gonna have a great time.

You got your pictures.

Tomorrow I will call you
and give you all the details.

-What are you going to do?
-What do you mean?

-You certainly can't be left alone.
-Yes, I can.

You can barely move. You've
been sitting there since I arrived.

That's because this
is a right comfy couch.

-Maybe I should stay.
-No, you really don't have to do that.

I'm not leaving my daughter
stranded on the couch.

-What if you need to get to the bathroom?
-I don't go anymore.

I gave it up cold turkey.

-I'm staying.
-No, Mom.

Look, I can stand, okay?

See?

I'm up. Okay, see? I'm fine.

-Move.
-What?

Move. If you're fine, then move.

I can move.

This is me moving.

Any second now,
the moving will begin.

Rats.

I'll go start some tea.

Please tell me you have
something besides Lipton.

A stroke would be so
good right about now.

Maybe we should
just forget about this.

Okay.

I mean, it's just a dance.
What's the big deal?

Beats me.

And these kids at
my school... Awful.

-Have you seen The Outsiders?
-Yeah, I have.

Just call me Ponyboy.

I heard this place is beautiful,
though. Old and historic.

Maybe we could
just go in for a minute.

-Fine.
-Or not.

Fine, too.

I don't know. Why
can't I decide?

This is stupid.
What do you think?

I think that you look
amazing tonight.

Maybe just a couple
of minutes won't hurt.

Yes, Marta.

Just make sure everything's
locked up before you leave.

No, I won't be home tonight.

-Was that a pain?
-Yes, a big one.

All right, that's it. Bye.

So, Mom, you really
don't have to do this.

Don't be silly. I couldn't
possibly leave you alone like this.

What are you doing, Mom?

I'm trying to find the
candlesticks I bought you.

What candlesticks?

The Baccarat candlesticks I
bought you last year for Christmas.

I assume that you stuffed them in
the back of the closet somewhere.

No, I did not stuff them
in the back of the closet.

Then where are they?
I don't see them out.

See, we didn't actually...

have a big use for the
crystal candlesticks.

So I kind of...

exchanged them.

-For what?
-A monkey lamp.

Pardon me?

It's a lamp with a
bunch of monkeys on it.

Baccarat crystal candlesticks
for a monkey lamp?

They're really happy
monkeys, Mom.

Where is this lamp?
I want to see it.

It's right there on the desk.

Oh, my God! They're
holding coconuts and leering.

It's funny.

You traded my lovely gift...

for a semi-pornographic, leering
monkey lamp? How could you?

This is not just about the
bad breeding of returning a gift.

This goes to the very
heart of the question of taste.

You were given something of substance,
and you cast it off for a ridiculous...

slightly sinister
barroom decoration?

Explain this to me, Lorelai.

My back hurts.

[UPBEAT '90s POP MUSIC]

-It's a very good room.
-Looks historical.

I commend the person
who suggested this location.

So, we could just get our
picture taken and leave.

We could.

-Or we could dance a little first.
-Yeah?

-I stress "a little."
-Something slow.

That sounds good.

-Can we go yet?
-We haven't even eaten dinner.

-I'm bored.
-We have to wait for Paris anyway.

Fine. Give me your roll.

-What?
-Rory Gilmore.

God, she's got good hair.

-Who's the dish?
-Beats me.

He's not from the manor
born, that's for sure.

Let's go.

So, should we dance
or should we sit first?

Rory, you came.

Great dress. Who's it by?

-Lorelai Gilmore.
-You made it yourself?

-No, my mom made it for me.
-She did, really?

So, you're traveling
with a bodyguard now?

No, this is my... This is Dean.

-Dean, this is Louise and Madeline.
-Hi.

-My mom can't make anything.
-How tall are you?

-Soup, she can make soup.
-You know, my whole family is really tall.

I mean, the men mostly.
What are you, 6'1 ", 6'2"?

Does he get a
prize if he guesses?

One kind of soup,
actually. It's green, lumpy.

-I'm 6'2".
-Actually, she can't make soup either.

-"6'2" is a good height.
-You think?

I think.

What do you think? Too tall?

-Not in heels.
-Good.

Although, the saddle
shoes make it kind of difficult.

-I'll just have to stoop then.
-I guess so.

Okay, I'm bored.

-I like your dress.
-Thanks.

Hey, you're nice.

-Slow song.
-Let's go.

-I see you came.
-You sold me the ticket.

I'm Jacob.

-Hi, I'm Rory. This is Dean.
-Hi.

Excuse us.

Those are not friends.

-I was being polite.
-Well, don't.

-So, that's Paris?
-Yes, it is.

-She seems fun.
-Yeah, she is.

Okay, this dancing thing is not
something I want you to get used to...

or comment on.

Now, that goes both ways.

If I kiss you, is a nun gonna
come out and boot me out of here?

It's not a Catholic school.

-So I can kiss you?
-Yeah, you can kiss me.

-Okay, I'm perfect now.
-Great.

-You want to dance?
-Nope.

-You want to eat?
-Nope.

You want to go make out?

Yeah, all right, let's go.

So, Ponyboy, you happy?

Yeah, I'm happy.

There you go.

Mom, I think somebody
already ate that.

-That is a mashed banana on toast.
-Okay.

I used to make this for you
when you were a little girl.

-You did?
-Whenever you got sick, I made this.

Wasn't it the other way around?

-You don't want it?
-No, I want it.

-I'll just take it back.
-Mom, I said I want it.

Are you sure? Because
I could throw it away.

Relinquish the banana, please.

You can't possibly be
comfortable like that.

Mother, please, this is the
first position in 24 hours...

-that has not made me crazy.
-All right.

You're not eating.

-Mom, please don't make me eat this.
-You have to eat something.

Sookie left me a
burrito in the fridge.

-I'll go warm it up for you.
-I can eat it cold.

Fine, I'll just go get it then.

Hot's better, though.

I'll be right back.

Okay, I need something to
drink. You want some punch?

Sure.

-Hi. Rory, right?
-Yes.

-Jacob. We met earlier with Paris.
-Yes, I remember.

-Are you having a good time?
-Actually, I am. You?

It's okay.

So, was that your boyfriend?

-I don't know. I'm not sure.
-You're not sure?

We've only been going
out for a little while...

So there's still a
little room to play?

-What?
-Would you like to dance?

No, thanks.

Maybe I could get your number?

-What for?
-To call you.

I'm sorry, aren't
you here with Paris?

Yeah.

So maybe you shouldn't be over
here asking me for my number then.

Why? Paris is my cousin.

-Your cousin?
-Yeah.

-Paris is your cousin? You're related?
-Yeah.

Jacob, it's been very nice to meet
you. I hope you have a lovely evening.

EMILY: Look, Barbara Stanwyck.

-I just love Barbara Stanwyck.
-Yeah, she's good.

She had that wonderful
voice, that husky, deep voice.

I just love that voice.

You know, Mom, you have kind
of a Barbara Stanwycky voice.

-I do not.
-I mean it.

You could've gotten Fred MacMurray
to off Dad if you'd really wanted to.

You do enjoy
teasing me, don't you?

You know, I really do.

-Rory looked so lovely tonight.
-She did, didn't she?

I can't get over how she's grown into
that little woman who walked out of here.

I know.

You know what, Mom?

I made the dress.

-You did a lovely job.
-Thank you.

With Rory and the dress.

Thank you.

Let me get this out of your way.

You really don't remember
me making this for you?

-I don't, I'm sorry.
-I did, and you loved it.

-You know what? Let me give it a try.
-All right.

Yes?

It's even more disgusting
than I thought it was gonna be.

It is not.

Oh, my God, it's horrible!
What on earth was I thinking?

So, you wanna maybe go?

You're bored? I'm sorry.
Let's go, right away.

I'm not bored. I thought
there's still a little time left.

Maybe we could get a
cup of coffee somewhere...

hang out a little, take a
walk. You know, just us.

That'd be nice.

No, you stay.
I'll get the coats.

So how many
people have you told?

-Four? Five? Everybody?
-What are you talking about?

You know that
Jacob is my cousin.

Now you have all the ammunition
you need to pay me back, right?

I don't wanna pay you back,
I wanna get away from you.

Now you can go all over
school telling everyone...

that Paris Geller couldn't get a date
to the dance. That she had no one.

Since she couldn't just not come,
she had to ask her cousin to take her.

She had to give him gas
money to make him do it.

Go ahead, tell them!

I don't have to. You just did.

-We haven't met.
-No, we haven't.

-I'm Tristin.
-Yes, we have.

-What are you talking about?
-Rory's mentioned you.

-Yeah?
-I wouldn't get quite so excited about it.

-Why, did she say something mean?
-She said you're a jackass.

-Really?
-Actually, no.

Rory doesn't use words
like that. I embellished a little.

So you're the big,
strong protector?

Little princess
needs a protector.

-What's your problem, man?
-Nothing.

-I just don't like your girlfriend.
-Really?

-It doesn't look that way to me.
-I don't care how it looks to you.

You got in my path, not
the other way around.

-You're kidding, right?
-Why, are you going somewhere?

-Get out of my way, Dristan.
-Aren't you clever?

What's going on?

Nothing. Just getting
to know your boyfriend.

-It's going real well, don't you think?
-Yeah.

We're just about to
build a clubhouse.

I hate to break up the
party, but we should go.

-Why? Little girl's got to be home?
-Stop!

No, I think you two
make a very cute couple.

Is your horse and buggy parked outside?
Gotta get home for the barn raising?

Let's go.

-What the hell do you think you're doing?
-You will not push me again!

Are you seriously trying to act tough?
You're wearing a tie, for God's sake!

Outside, now.

No, it'd be like fighting an accountant.
I'll call you when I need my taxes done.

-You don't want to fight me, Tristin!
-Why not?

'Cause I'll kill you, idiot!

Come on, Rory.

You will not come
near her ever again.

-That was good.
-Whatever.

Are you okay?

Did you really
bring your cousin?

-What are you doing?
-Go to sleep.

-The movie's not over.
-I'll tell you how it ends.

Thank you, Mommy.

That was quite a dance.

I seriously don't know
what got into him.

-I do.
-What?

He has a thing for you.

No, he doesn't. It's just a
game to him or something.

He has a thing for you.

He does nothing but insult
me and make me miserable.

He has a thing for you.

I don't know how I feel
about this whole situation.

-What do you mean?
-I don't know.

Having my boyfriend
defend my honor. It's weird.

Boyfriend?

-What?
-You said "boyfriend."

No, I just meant boyfriend...

in the sense that the defending-me
thing was very boyfriendy...

but only in the broadest
sense of the word...

which doesn't even
apply at all here.

You are seriously babbling.

-I didn't mean that you were my boyfriend.
-Okay.

-I don't think you're my boyfriend.
-Okay.

Dean?

-What?
-Are you my boyfriend?

In the "broadest
sense of the word" way?

No, in the real...

"Hi, this is Dean, my
boyfriend," kind of way.

Well, I am if you want me to be.

I do.

Okay.

-So it's settled.
-Yes, it is.

-You're my boyfriend.
-That's the consensus.

I'm feeling pretty good
about this decision.

Well, I'm very glad to hear it.

I guess Miss Patty
forgot to lock up.

I've never really
seen in here before.

-Are all these women really Miss Patty?
-Yeah.

She said she's done
everything in show business...

except set fire to the hoop
the dog jumps through.

I'll get it.

God, this weighs a ton.
What do you have in here?

I don't know.

A lipstick, $5 bill,
gum, hair spray, a book.

-A book?
-Yeah.

-You brought a book to the dance?
-Yeah.

You thought there'd
be a lot of downtime?

No. I just take a book with
me everywhere. It's just habit.

-So, what are you reading?
-The Portable Dorothy Parker.

"There's little in taking or giving
There's little in water or wine"

"This living, this living, this
living Was never a project of mine"

-Cheery.
-Funny, though.

-Hey.
-What?

-Thank you for tonight. It was perfect.
-You're welcome.

Okay, ladies, grab
your yoga mats.

Oh, my goodness,
it's Lorelai's girl!

-Patty, Rory Gilmore is here.
-What?

She's over here, asleep with
the bag boy from the market.

What are we supposed to do?

Rory, honey, it's Miss Patty.

Rory? What are you doing here?

Miss Patty?

Yes. Have you
been here all night?

Oh, no. Dean, wake up.

-What time is it?
-It's 5:30 in the morning.

Oh, my God, we fell asleep.
How could we have fallen asleep?

Calm down, I'll
explain it to your mom.

-Where's my purse?
-I got it. Relax.

I have to go.

-Wait up!
-I have to go!

I'm going with you.
We'll explain. It'll be okay.

You can't come. You shouldn't
be near my house right now.

-It's not our fault.
-I know. I just have to get home.

-Please let me come with you.
-No!

I have to go home.

-Lorelai, get up. Now! Right now!
-What?

Rory's not home.

Rory's what?

I sat up all night. I
dozed off for one second.

The next thing I know,
it's 5:30 and she's not here.

She's not there.
Aren't you listening?

Rory?

Where's the phone?
Call the police.

What are you
doing? Call the police!

-Mom, stop it!
-What are you doing?

I'm looking for the phone!

Why don't you ever
clean up around here?

You can't find the phone in an
emergency. What if there was a fire?

What if Rory was choking?

-Mom, stop yelling.
-Rory is missing!

I know that, and your
yelling is not helping me.

[PHONE RINGING]

Rory? Oh, Patty.

What?

Okay.

Thanks.

No, thank you so
much. Okay, bye-bye.

-Rory's okay.
-Where is she? What happened?

She and Dean
were at Miss Patty's.

What is that, a motel?

It's a dance studio. That was Patty.
She said that she found them asleep...

and woke them up, and
Rory's on her way home.

-And what state were they found in?
-She didn't say, okay?

Let's just try and be calm
until we know what happened.

What do you mean?
We know what happened.

-No, we don't.
-They were out all night!

I'm gonna make some coffee.

Lorelai, I've watched you do a
lot of stupid things in your life...

-and I have held my tongue.
-You've what?

But I will not stand by and let
you allow that girl to ruin her life.

Back off.

She spent the night
out with that boy...

the one you let her run
off to that dance with.

So help me God, I will
not get into this with you.

-She's doing the same thing you did.
-No, she's not.

-She's gonna get pregnant.
-No, she's not.

She's gonna ruin
everything, just like you did.

No, she's not!

Rory is a good kid,
Mom! She's not me!

What kind of mother
are you to allow this?

I don't know. What
kind of mother were you?

You're gonna lose
her just like I lost you.

I am not gonna lose
her. Do you hear me?

Even if I hadn't gotten
pregnant, you'd still have lost me.

I had nothing in that
house. I had no life, no air.

You strangled me. I
do not strangle Rory.

You're so perfect,
and I was so horrible.

I put you in good schools. I
gave you the best of everything.

I made sure you had
the finest opportunities.

And I am so tired
of hearing about...

how you were suffocated
and I was so controlling.

If I was so controlling...

why couldn't I control you getting
pregnant and throwing your life away?

-Get out.
-What?

You will not come into my house
and tell me I threw my life away.

Look around,
Mom. This is a life.

It has a little color, so it
may look unfamiliar to you.

But it's a life.

If I hadn't gotten pregnant,
I wouldn't have Rory.

That's not what I meant.

Maybe I was some horrible,
uncontrollable child like you say...

but Rory isn't.

She's smart and careful, and I
trust her. She's gonna be fine.

If you can't accept or believe that,
then I don't want you in this house!

[DOOR SLAMMING]

Mom, thank you
for saying all those...

What were you thinking, staying
out all night? Are you insane?

I'm sorry. It was an accident.

You're talking to the queen of
staying out. I invented the concept.

This is no accident!
You can't do this. Period!

Nothing happened.

Do you have any idea what it's
like to wake up with my mother here...

and find out that you
never came home?

So all this is about
Grandma being here?

No, it's about the feeling
of complete terror...

-when you're not in bed in the morning.
-Sorry.

It's a different kind of
terror when I find out...

-that you spent the night with some guy!
-I didn't spend the night. We fell asleep.

You are going on the pill.
You are not getting pregnant!

I'm not sleeping with Dean!

What happened to all that
stuff you said to Grandma?

What happened to trusting me?

-Where did all that go?
-It's back on Patty's yoga mats.

This is crap!

You know I didn't do anything.
You know this was an accident.

You're just mad
because I screwed up...

and I did it in front of Grandma,
and she nailed you for it.

I'm sorry that I screwed up, and
I'm sorry that you got yelled at...

but I didn't do anything,
and you know it!