Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

She's the valedictorian. I'm her mom.

Though my time here was briefly interrupted by my period spent on Broadway

and my life's blood, Lorelai Gilmore.

I just left them now. It's a done deal,

I guess we should say our goodbyes.

- Happens to be my brand. - Oh, I love this song.

I wanna tell a bunch of other people that I'm the valedictorian's mom

I'm gonna go, guys. Sorry to spill the beans.

I think I may have loved you, but I just need to let it go.

Once you start work, you can probably have this place up

when you know exactly which guests the towels belong to.

with my fellow students were better expressed in a favorite song of mine.

- Well, how wonderful. - We've missed you, Rory.

Oh, out in the car.

- So? - Why three?

- Tears get in your eyes. - Then you miss things.

hanging out with Stephen Sondheim,

The madness passes.

Nanny made me a special dinner. She makes a mean farturas.

- I'm that good, boy. - Honey, we didn't get financial aid for Yale.

and not saying anything but wanna say something. Hello?

This is so not fair to you.

- Ah, and this? - Our chicken piccata after one bite.

- And propose. - I have no plans to propose.

- No. - Grandpa.

And if the ring bearer is younger than five years-old.

I thought we were going home.

and I'm looking for you.

And it's the one that Leonardo DiCaprio drives.

And wuss patrol, halt.

- It might be my yard. - Might be?

so I only have a limited amount of time in the outside world.

- And cheers. - Cheers!

and we'll just scrimp on everything until it's all up and running and successful.

No. I just have to pay them back starting five years after I graduate,

Is there no special designated area for family and friends of the valedictorian?

- Fine, just stay there. - You're not serious.

Look, if you need to work as a low-paid intern for a magazine