Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Is there no one here whose job it is to actually assist paying customers?
Lorelai, there you are. You're late.
Rory, it isn't your fault! If it's anyone's fault...
- Luke's gone fishing. That's great. - It is?
When are you gonna tell me what happened between you and Luke?
- What? - Turn it over.
Hi. Listen, I just wanted to...
Now, what else is on the hit parade?
I think we're both up to the challenge. Shall we?
- Too bad. - Yeah, well.
Karen, darling, would you mind...
- He's working? Like, work-working? - That's right.
If you keep pushing on the glass, much sooner than anticipated.
- Did you like it? - It was all right.
I'll give these paper-top turkey heads three seconds to seat us or I'm gonna...
Oh, my.
Especially since I may be tempted to wash my hand.
The caterers will be arriving at 3:00 sharp to set up, so...
- You look good. - Thanks.
There's a seat in the cart if you want a ride.
- There was an agreement in writing? - Not in writing per se...
I don't know. Maybe with the company...
- Mom, I need to ask you a favor. - Ask away.
Get to know your new secretary. I don't mind.
That's a DW drum set with Zildjian cymbals.
- Bad results? - Bad results.
It's after 6:00. We're closed!
No one needs all these options. It's oppressive.
- Tasty! - No, I mean about Karen.
I'll need it.
- Just look at that arm. - It's fine, really.
All that was left was for her to accept my formal offer.
It must wipe her out just toting that name around.
- Dawn Powell? I've never heard of her. - Nobody has, which is a shame...
- She seems to be working out well. - She's no Margie, but we'll see.
- Just a taste. - Get away from me.
If you make it look cheap, people think you're unsuccessful.
so would you happen to have something in a larger size?
Rory, sweetie, hold on there, baby!
You can't be serious.
- Where does one get these? - Where did you used to get them?
and when you press down on paper, writing comes out.
See where it says voice mail?
What's going on? Tell me how you hurt your arm.
and be taken down three or four notches by my mother. Then we're out of there.
- Well, I meant to. - How did this happen?
Really? Were you driving the car?
Jess was driving and had an accident?
I'm the one who called to schedule the DSL appointment. Well, no.
- Hey, hold on a sec. - Why? What's wrong?
But he didn't cause it.
- What? - Nothing.
Absolutely right.
- When did this happen? - Last week.
- Did he kiss you good night? - Yep.
- Mom, it's because... - No, it isn't.
We simply talked. We came to an agreement. We shook hands.