Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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