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MOM? WHAT HAPPENED?

THE "THEY" WITH A LIMO.

LUKE TOLD ME YOU WEREN'T FEELING WELL.

I KNOW. I HAVE TO GO.

IT'S NOT FAIR TO HIM.

DIDN'T YOU GUYS GO SOMEWHERE TONIGHT? YEAH.

I GOT TO GET OUT OF HERE.

HE'S GOT ALL THESE CONTINGENCY PLANS IN CASE YOU GUYS SPLIT.

DON'T GLOAT, ROBERT. IT'S NOT CHRISTIAN. NEITHER AM I.

YOU SHOULD GET BACK TO YALE.

NOT PAYING ATTENTION TO YOU ANYMORE.

NEXT WEEK, YOUR FATHER AND I ARE GOING TO RENEW OUR WEDDING VOWS.

I DON'T BLAME THE BOY.

THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR YOUR HELP.

HE CAME INTO THE MOVIE THEATER. I'M ON MY BREAK.

I KIND OF PICKED UP ON THAT SARCASM.

IT'S NOT OKAY. I AM NOT THAT GIRL.

I DIDN'T HEAR THE "DON'T."

YOU DON'T KNOW A PISTON FROM A PEPPERONI.

I WAS THE BEST MAN.

GIRLS LOVE DOLLS, SO CHILL.

Man: ...AND THE OILERS NEEDED OVERTIME TO BEAT THE RANGERS.

AND THERE REALLY WAS A MESSAGE?

FOR ANY PROSPECTIVE HUSBAND.

YEAH, KIDDO, MAYBE I SHOULD.

RORY WARNED ME, AND I IGNORED HER.

THEN HE REJECTED MY "BUY TWO JUNIOR MINTS,

WE'LL MOVE WHEN WE MOVE, SO STOP --

I'VE GOT TO GO.

[ GASPS ] THE TV!

VERY DIFFERENT.

I SHOULDN'T HAVE HID IT.

* ANY, ANYWHERE THAT YOU TELL ME TO *

POCKET JACKS. UN-BLOODY-BELIEVABLE.

I'M PRETTY SURE IT WAS "SEE."

AND HE GOT MAD, AND HE LEFT.

IT'S STILL VOICE MAIL. WELL, LEAVE A MESSAGE.

[ DOOR CLOSES ]

IF HE'S NOT, AT LEAST YOU KNOW.

YEAH, I'M FEELING FINE. WHY?

BUT I SWEAR, THE VISIT WE HAD WAS SO INNOCENT.

[ LAUGHTER ] HE'S CRACKED.

WITHIN EASIEST REACH -- WATER, BASIC FOODSTUFFS.

CHRISTOPHER'S FATHER DIED A COUPLE WEEKS AGO.

WHAT DO YOU KNOW ABOUT THIS GAME?

WELL, IF YOU KNOW ANYTHING, YOU KNOW I NEED A JACK OR A 10.

AND HE ONLY NEEDED A DAY.

RORY GILMORE, AS I LIVE AND BREATHE.

TOO MUCH DRAMA.

HE'S A FREAK, BUT I LIKE PINK. OH, MY GOD.

THE PARTY FOR THE LITTLE GIRLS AND THEIR DOLLS --

WHERE IS SHE? UPSTAIRS.

* DOWN BY THE SEA, YEAH

THAT HAD A FIGHT WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND.

TO GO BACK TO A SOCIETY OF REALLY IMPORTANT PEOPLE.

WELL, I'M LOVING THIS CEREAL COMBO.

I ASSUME IT'S A BOY.

SHOULD I SEND THE I.O.U. TO YOUR POP?

SO THEY LET ME BORROW IT AND FRANK.

HI, BABETTE. HEY, MOREY.