Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Sorry. She's not here? - No. What's the matter?

You swear on the life of the lead singer of Blur?

And then you can pull out all your old-boyfriend boxes, which is good...

- A little person? - No, I dated a little.

It's the kind of lock burglars look for.

We were supposed to meet for lunch, but he didn't show.

Jim Dunning, that's the Dick Tracy guy.

- Is she staying? - I don't know.

Did you see the TV movie? Pretty intense.

I've only got a second, but I wanted to say hi.

I'm not the man I thought I was, the man I want to be.

- I shouldn't have come. - Wait!

Why do we let it get weird between us just when it's getting good again?

- I'm leaving. - Don't go.

This is the silliest thing I have ever heard.

You're annoyingly on time again!

- I don't want people to know those things. - Why not?

Get a promotion?

- Dunning. - That's it.

Food is not allowed at town meetings.

I get it. Yes, we were apart. And I didn't exactly remain inactive.

- I'm sorry. - It's okay.

because you could've lied and left that part out to spare my feelings...

I don't know! I heard thudding upstairs...

A job well done, Mr. Adolph Eichmann.

- What's the matter? - She scared me.

- These tickets cost me a fortune. - They cost your daddy a fortune.

You'll get them back when you agree.

You have a Rory box?

Break up. I'm not interested in a murder-suicide kind of thing.

I've just been living alone since... Forever.

I love you, Lorelai Gilmore.

Rachel, come on.

Because I love you, you idiot.

Madeline, I got the notes you wanted.

I've got the town handbook right here.

- You are not sleeping through this. - Through what?

It's not just about milk.

so they can go do slutty Thursday-afternoon things.