Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Fine. - Fine.
'Daughter shall be nowhere near house when said man materializes. '
He shouldn't be asking you about me.
and it all came clear when I realized how much we could hurt Rory.
Yeah.
He likes you. He encourages you.
Wait, you have to get the door.
And since I've decided that Max is probably not the guy for me...
They wanted us to get more involved with the school.
- How about Alfred? - You know what? Norman's fine.
Forget me and my mom. What about Mr. Medina?
Although, life isn't fair, and the sooner those kids learn that, the better.
I swear to God, if you try to give me that book one more time...
Students, papers on Whitman are due tomorrow...
It would make midterms a lot easier.
Nothing.
- She'll be here. - Okay, good.
I'll do the whole shoelace-coming-untied...
What's going on, Lorelai?
That wouldn't be fair to the other students whose mothers aren't here, would it?
'along Highway 26.' It's a sad highway!
- Why are you smiling like that? - What?
And I can't believe you're being so small-minded.
- You don't know everything about me. - I guess not.
Yes, I know.
I'm not busy. I'm going. I will be there. That's it. End of story, okay?
- Yeah, well. He loaned me a book. - What book?
It's 1:00 in the morning.
how to do this so it's not so hard.
A hundred clowns crammed into a Volkswagen.
He cooks.
Forget it. It's not important. I just don't think I can go.
then we wouldn't have fought, or kissed...
- I'm gone. - Bye.
He's standing there, it's cold...
So you wouldn't come to my school and kiss him and humiliate me?
I try to understand you. I truly do.
and serve to the desensitized masses who just want what they know.
He hasn't heard from you, and you're asking me to return the book.
I never read Proust. I always wanted to.
Every time Mom put her hand in his cage, he'd bite her.
by the lowered expectations of the American public.
- Sorry? - That I didn't call.
That's the problem with you, Lorelai. You don't think.
- At least come to my Lit. Class. - This place is giving me a headache.
- You said you were breaking up with him. - I was.
The whole school's talking about it.
- Too much yeast, too little bowl. - Enough said.
Fine with me.
- Under your scarves? - Yes.
We decided that Rory could handle it.
I'm not holding my breath.
Whoever he's dating is a loser who doesn't care he's a teacher...
Forget it.