Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- She wants us to study with her. - On a Friday night?
Compliment your masseur's hands, Lorelai.
- Closest you'll ever come to being a dog. - I beg your pardon?
Why can't we have what you and Rory have?
- Why did you bid on it? - For charity. I had to bid on something.
- Mom, we have a relationship. - We do?
I simply cannot stop laughing. I'll get the check.
- That's not true. - It's completely true.
And now it's time for my favorite part of the evening:
- So aren't you gonna eat? - Eventually.
- Jeez, look at this place. It's a mess. - How long...
- Again? - What do you mean, 'again'?
'Cause it's just one of those freaky, unfortunate things that happens.
- He's still looking. - Drink your martini, Lorelai.
- I gotta get going. - No, wait.
Now please proceed with the assignment we all started yesterday...
Now, let's talk about what you're gonna do tonight.
Can't get into poetry.
Well, I smell like a peach.
You ladies are booked solid, I see.
- Any questions? - Yes.
It's completely different. It couldn't be more different.
You're serious.
You're supposed to wear a robe.
- It's called 'Vicious Trollop. ' - Stop it.
Yeah, there's nothing I like more than a good moving-a-pipe joke.
Well, hurry up. We're going to be late.
The fact that I'm seeing my entire Harvard career slip away...
- I'm confused, but I'm not mad. - Fine.
I got an A-minus. I have never gotten an A-minus.
- So? - A couple's massage is for a couple...
- I'm not mad. - Good.
- You want money? - No. I'll take a fry, though.
- This is cool, Grandma. - Thank you, Rory.
Since it sounds like the most wonderful place in the world...
I got adjoining rooms.
- Yes, those are right. - They are?
- A steak? - Who's gonna stop us?
- Help me out here, will you? - I think he's asking you to dance.
And watch TV, and eat the Indian food I love but my mom hates the smell of...
It helps that you're 12 feet tall.
about five minutes after it's over? They have sex, together...
I'm sorry, I have to go.
- What happened? - I shouldn't be doing this.
But why?
Don't you wanna stay for ice cream? We could hang out.
but if you're still freaked out after the quiz on Tuesday...
I have one word for Jack Kerouac: Edit.
should have made me ill, and yet, I really enjoyed it.
- Mom's from Hartford, and I'm from... - Hartford? Great town.
I wonder if they have pretzels, too.
- What? - You let me get 60-40'd.
- She feels just terrible about it. - I know.
- That's true. We are. - Well, good.
- So, you've got dates? - Yeah, why?
- What can I get you ladies? - Hi, Steve. Nice to meet you.
- If you keep it up, I'm ordering seconds. - Fine.
What the hell is going on?
Come on, Paris, stay.