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

SNEAKING A 6-FOOT RUDOLPH INTO HER GARAGE.

YOU KIND OF WANT TO HANG OUT HERE ANYHOW.

WE DO NOT HAVE CONVERSATIONS, TALK ABOUT OUR LIVES.

I'M NOT WEARING CRIMSON.

I WANT YOU TO MEET MARTY.

MOTHER OF RORY, AND FRIEND TO ALL,

YOU CAN'T HELP IT.

IT SEEMS A LITTLE WRONG

OH, MAN, THIS PLACE IS CRAZY.

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

YES, BUT ALL OF THE ATMOSPHERE IS OUT THERE.

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

[ Sighing ] OH.

IF IT'S SUCH A BIG DEAL, ABSOLUTELY.

TO DAN. TO DAN.

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

THIS IS A PRETTY NICE SPREAD WE PUT TOGETHER HERE.

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

I'VE BEEN READING ABOUT THIS PLACE FOR MONTHS,

* I WILL FOLLOW WHERE YOU LEAD

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

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

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

CECIL, PERHAPS. OR DONLON.

* GENTLEMAN SONGSTERS OFF ON A SPREE *

WE DO NOT TALK TO PENNILYN LOTT.

* DAMNED FROM HERE TO ETERNITY *

AND THE SNEEZE -- SO TINY, SO DAINTY,

WE COULD GO SOMEPLACE ELSE. YOU MUST BE STARVING.

HE WAS, IN ADDITION TO BEING A COMPLETE NINCOMPOOP,

SHE KNOWS THAT LORELAI'S OPENING AN INN.

COFFEE, PLEASE.

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

DAN, WE SALUTE YOU.

IT WAS ALL THEY TALKED ABOUT.

AND WHO IS THIS YOUNG MAN?

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

GOOD TO SEE YOU. GOOD TO SEE YOU.

GRAB YOUR PURSE. YOU'LL THANK ME LATER.

WHOSE IDEA WAS IT?

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

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

MODESTY WENT PUNK.

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

THROW IN A PEDICURE, AND YOU GOT A DEAL.

I'M GOING INTO BUSINESS WITH JASON STILES.

UH, EITHER ONE.

I'LL PICK YOU UP AT 8:00.

YOUR FREEDOM'S AT STAKE HERE.

BECAUSE I WILL SOMEDAY FIND MY PATHETIC THRESHOLD

I BET THE PEOPLE WHO WOULD LOVE A TABLE RIGHT NOW

WHY DO YOU ASK?

YOU OWE ME NOTHING BUT THE GORY DETAILS.

YOUR VIEWS, NO SLANT. TOMORROW WORK FOR YOU?

ANY WEAKER, AND IT WOULD SIMPLY BE TOMATO JUICE.

WE HATE THE KID.

WEAR MY JACKET.

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