Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I've just been living alone since... Forever.
It's the kind of lock burglars look for.
Because I love you, you idiot.
- I don't want people to know those things. - Why not?
Get a promotion?
You have a Rory box?
I don't know! I heard thudding upstairs...
Food is not allowed at town meetings.
- I'm leaving. - Don't go.
This is the silliest thing I have ever heard.
And then you can pull out all your old-boyfriend boxes, which is good...
because you could've lied and left that part out to spare my feelings...
I love you, Lorelai Gilmore.
Madeline, I got the notes you wanted.
Jim Dunning, that's the Dick Tracy guy.
You're annoyingly on time again!
- A little person? - No, I dated a little.
Break up. I'm not interested in a murder-suicide kind of thing.
- You are not sleeping through this. - Through what?
Did you see the TV movie? Pretty intense.
I've only got a second, but I wanted to say hi.
- Is she staying? - I don't know.
It's not just about milk.
Rachel, come on.
We were supposed to meet for lunch, but he didn't show.
- What's the matter? - She scared me.
Sorry.
You swear on the life of the lead singer of Blur?
I'm not the man I thought I was, the man I want to be.
A job well done, Mr. Adolph Eichmann.
You'll get them back when you agree.
- These tickets cost me a fortune. - They cost your daddy a fortune.
- I shouldn't have come. - Wait!
- Sorry. She's not here? - No. What's the matter?
- I'm sorry. - It's okay.
I've got the town handbook right here.
- Dunning. - That's it.
so they can go do slutty Thursday-afternoon things.
I gotta go.
Why do we let it get weird between us just when it's getting good again?
I get it. Yes, we were apart. And I didn't exactly remain inactive.