Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- That's what I want you to say. Say that. - I will not.

I will admit I work very hard...

I don't care if she demeans me and looks down on me.

There's something seriously wrong with you. You should be studied.

So then, that's it. We just chalk it up to a bad night.

You were still in your teens, wild hair flying everywhere.

So, Lorelai, since I've seen you last, you've grown up...

Yes, I joined a support group, bought a brush...

But that was after we'd been dating a little.

It's Friday night. The traffic's bad on Friday night.

But she didn't like to travel.

- I'm sorry. - No, you're not.

- Rory, I tell you, it'll be such a treat. - Excuse me.

How many times have I told you not to butt into other people's business?

I mean, she's 80. The eyes have got to be gone, right?

that when one is told dinner is at 7:00, people often expect dinner at 7:00.

- She'll move out as soon as she can. - So what?

I would prefer that Emily not be in charge of the drop-off.

- Scandal lite. - All the taste, but fewer calories.

You know, a girl who's smart, is driven and has ambition.

- You typed in the name? - Yes.

I'll get you a lipstick with some actual color in it.

I don't have a lot of experience in the dating department.

We did, for one night. But we're more suited to being friends.

- Impossible. - Anything's possible.

You gave me a secondhand present, like something you got at the junk store.

Am I supposed to eat that cheese?

- I will be nice. - No outward reveling in someone's pain.

I am sorry I'm late, but I come bearing wonderful news.

- Can I ask you a question? - Okay.

She'll never come back here.

- Even Barbie ended up being a stewardess. - Okay, if you say so.

and my grandmother, who I haven't seen in years, will be there.

- How about the second floor? - Third floor.

- Okay. - Good.

- We're supposed to set it up within... - Ding, ding.

You're welcome. Bye.

- Then you met Dean. - Yeah.

- I will not do that. - You listen to me.

- There's something I have to tell you. - What?

She gives you one, then tells you where to put it...

- Gilmores don't get sick. Am I right? - We wouldn't dare, Trix.

I can see now that offering the trust fund was a bad idea.

- Is this cheese? - Yes, it is.

But that woman is horrible and selfish. She cannot get away with this.

Okay. I secured us the classroom to work tomorrow and Sunday...

There must be something to talk about.

- Hi, Gran. - Lorelai.

It's a huge deal to Paris, and one date is not trying.