Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

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

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

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

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

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

But she didn't like to travel.

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

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

Am I supposed to eat that cheese?

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

- Is this cheese? - Yes, it is.

- Can I ask you a question? - Okay.

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

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

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

She'll never come back here.

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

There must be something to talk about.

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

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

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

- Hi, Gran. - Lorelai.

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

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

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

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

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

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

- You typed in the name? - Yes.

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

You're welcome. Bye.

- Impossible. - Anything's possible.

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

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

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

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

- Then you met Dean. - Yeah.

- How about the second floor? - Third floor.

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

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

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

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

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

I will admit I work very hard...

- Okay. - Good.

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

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

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