Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Richard, you're standing on my foot.
We were playing Twister. Did I not mention that?
All kings must be dethroned eventually. And this year, that crown will be mine.
The fact of the matter is your mother and I were just trying to do the right thing.
- Or should I be talking to Lorelai? - Go away, Kirk.
- Well, I think it's something to consider. - Grandpa, no.
He is a swell guy and a top lawyer. You must remember him?
Drag her back here and tie her up and not let her loose
Just... You can walk, Babette. Just walk, Babette, please.
He bought you a doll for your birthday once.
They tell their children, then their children grow up and rob you.
You guys must be pretty jazzed, though. I mean, you finally did it.
Okay, I feel a lipstick crisis coming on. I'll be right back.
Maggie, I want you to start breaking all this stuff down.
- Do what? - How did you propose to Lorelai?
- As of just a few minutes ago. - Well, what do you know.
Oh, nothing. Sorry. Thanks.
Well, of course she's up, Richard.
I am just going to spend my days
Nothing happened. People take time off.
- Okay? - Okay.
I hate shopping for furniture. For me, kids are easier.
Thank you, Mr. Davenport. I swear I will never need your help again.
- No. - I probably should've.
As the frog is going down he says,
And since I assume you've torn up all of my notes, I will read them to you.
- For sale again, huh? - Yes.
Well, this is absolutely incredible. Does she think this is a funny thing to do?
I drive all the way from Hartford...
I've retained the services of Charlie Davenport as her attorney.
Of course, the laundry basket, I'm gonna want back.
- Who is Lorelai Gilmore? - I am. That's my real name.
I'm not bored because I'm six.
Hand me an envelope and don't ever do that again.
Michel, just chill out with the spray, okay?
Okay, Babette. Slow down. I'm not going anywhere.
- Good night. - Good night.
It was apocalyptic highlights. I looked like a Tim Burton character.
You're young. These are the good days.
- Come on. - Where are we going?
I've been dying to get my hands on this dump for ages.
Well, fine. Apparently, there's an oil well in the middle of Stars Hollow
The light guys go on golden time in five minutes!
- Lorelai, why don't you sit and calm down? - I am calm. I'm fine.
I should never have listened to you.
- Oh, boy. - I have to talk to you!
but it's all going to be fine. Lorelai has it completely under control.
I do.
So, what now?
Wow!
And now I finally have an excuse.
You can be anything you want. Except a diplomat.
My client is duly remorseful
- and she will be at your house at 11:00. - Fine.
I just didn't want you to think that
- Come on. - You should get a real cash register, Luke.
- Wow. - Who told you this?
Taylor!