Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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