Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

HE'LL BE LOOKING DIRECTLY AT YOU AND START LAUGHING.

I'VE BEEN READING ABOUT THIS PLACE FOR MONTHS,

WE COULD GO SOMEPLACE ELSE. YOU MUST BE STARVING.

IT WAS ALL THEY TALKED ABOUT.

WE HATE THE KID.

OH, WELL. LORELAI GILMORE, DAUGHTER OF RICHARD AND EMILY,

YES, BUT ALL OF THE ATMOSPHERE IS OUT THERE.

THIS TOWN GAVE ME A CHANCE, AND I PROVED THEM RIGHT.

GOOD TO SEE YOU. GOOD TO SEE YOU.

COFFEE, PLEASE.

TO DAN. TO DAN.

GRAB YOUR PURSE. YOU'LL THANK ME LATER.

I'LL PICK YOU UP AT 8:00.

[ Sighing ] OH.

YOUR VIEWS, NO SLANT. TOMORROW WORK FOR YOU?

LET'S SEE, THERE'S JELL-O AND TINY COCKTAIL WIENERS.

I BET THE PEOPLE WHO WOULD LOVE A TABLE RIGHT NOW

I WANT YOU TO MEET MARTY.

* DAMNED FROM HERE TO ETERNITY *

SNEAKING A 6-FOOT RUDOLPH INTO HER GARAGE.

WELL, DON'T YOU WANNA BE OUT THERE WITH EVERYBODY ELSE?

HE WAS, IN ADDITION TO BEING A COMPLETE NINCOMPOOP,

WHY DO YOU ASK?

BUT DAD STILL WOULD HAVE BEEN HAVING LUNCH WITH THIS WOMAN!

WHOSE IDEA WAS IT?

IF IT'S SUCH A BIG DEAL, ABSOLUTELY.

WEAR MY JACKET.

I'M NOT WEARING CRIMSON.

SHE KNOWS THAT LORELAI'S OPENING AN INN.

YOU KIND OF WANT TO HANG OUT HERE ANYHOW.

WE DO NOT TALK TO PENNILYN LOTT.

IT'S AN HOUR BEFORE KICKOFF. THE LINES WON'T BE LONG.

AND WHO IS THIS YOUNG MAN?

YOU CAN'T HELP IT.

* GENTLEMAN SONGSTERS OFF ON A SPREE *

THROW IN A PEDICURE, AND YOU GOT A DEAL.

OH, DEAR, SO, HE REALLY DOES LOOK LIKE THAT.

AND THE SNEEZE -- SO TINY, SO DAINTY,

YOUR FREEDOM'S AT STAKE HERE.

ANY WEAKER, AND IT WOULD SIMPLY BE TOMATO JUICE.

THIS IS A PRETTY NICE SPREAD WE PUT TOGETHER HERE.

IT SEEMS A LITTLE WRONG

WELL, IT SEEMS LIKE SUCH A NICE DAY FOR PIE.

BUT HE'S MY FATHER'S PARTNER. I'VE KNOWN HIM FOREVER.

YOU'RE JUST USED TO ME. GIVE HIM TIME.

* I WILL FOLLOW WHERE YOU LEAD

BECAUSE I WILL SOMEDAY FIND MY PATHETIC THRESHOLD

YOU OWE ME NOTHING BUT THE GORY DETAILS.

CECIL, PERHAPS. OR DONLON.

DAN, WE SALUTE YOU.

I'M GOING INTO BUSINESS WITH JASON STILES.

OH, IT'S A TRADITION. HERE WE GO.

WE'RE AT THE MARKET, DRINKING BOOZE OUT OF PAPER CUPS.

WE DO NOT HAVE CONVERSATIONS, TALK ABOUT OUR LIVES.

MOTHER OF RORY, AND FRIEND TO ALL,

I HEAR THERE'S A SQUIRREL ENCASED IN CONCRETE NEXT DOOR.

OH, MAN, THIS PLACE IS CRAZY.

UH, EITHER ONE.

MODESTY WENT PUNK.