179 fans | Vote

#616 : Demoiselles d'honneur revues et corrigées

Les éditorialistes des meilleures universités d'Amérique sont invités à prendre part à un débat des "Jeunes voix du journalisme" auquel participe Rory. Christopher et Lorelai sont très fiers d'elle et impressionnés par son vocabulaire.
Après avoir proposé de garder la fille de Christopher, Lorelai ne fait que constater que la petite fille est une vraie peste.
Rory et Logan assistent au mariage de Honor, la soeur de Logan. Lorsqu'elle aide la jeune mariée à se préparer, Rory apprend ce que Logan a fait durant leur courte séparation. Complétement anéantie malgré les explications de Logan, elle se tourne vers sa mère et Paris pour trouver un peu de réconfort.
Lane a toujours le coeur brisé depuis sa rupture avec Zach, jusqu'à ce qu'elle le croise...

Popularité


3.25 - 4 votes

Titre VO
Bridesmaids Revisited

Titre VF
Demoiselles d'honneur revues et corrigées

Première diffusion
28.02.2006

Première diffusion en France
28.04.2008

Vidéos

Trailer 6.16

Trailer 6.16

  

Plus de détails

Chez Luke, celui-ci appelle Lane pour l'aider quand Lorelai arrive. Ils discutent d'un des employés de Luke mais elle s'interrompt quand Kirk la sent, il est au régime donc a besoin de sentir les choses ! Lorelai annonce que Rory participe à un colloque sur le journalisme et prévient Luke que Chris sera là. Lane demande à Lore un conseil sur une affiche et elles finissent par parler de Zach et du groupe qui manque à Lane. Lane parle ensuite d'April et Lorelai l'interroge un peu. Luke envoie ensuite Lane au travail !

Au journal, Rory parle avec une journaliste de son article. Elle va ensuite parler à Paris mais celle-ci ne regarde pas Rory dans les yeux, elle va ensuite parler à Doyle de son comportement dont il a également marre. Elle essaie de réfléchir sur ce qui pourrait faire bouger Paris mais Doyle lui conseille de ne rien faire même s'il aimerait qu'elle change.

Lane va au magasin de musique pour poser des affiches et voit Zach jouer avec un groupe de musique folkhlorique... elle s'en va mais il s'arrête quand il la voit et va voir l'affiche qu'elle a mise, il la déchire.

Chez Logan et Rory, celle-ci s'habille avec la musique à fond et Logan veut la baisser, il s'excuse de ne pas être là au colloque, il doit être le garçon d'honneur du futur mari de sa sœur et c'est la répétition. Il se plaint de l'ennui à venir mais Rory le console. Il sort puis revient pour l'embrasser et l'encourager. Elle sourit puis remet la musique à fond.

Au colloque, Lorelai rejoint Christopher. Elle le félicite de sa nouvelle coupe de cheveux puis Rory arrive pour leur dire bonjour, elle est un peu nerveuse mais il la rassure. Le colloque commence. Il y a tous les rédacteurs en chef des différents journaux des facs pour l'orientation du journalisme actuel. Lorelai sent que ça va être d'enfer. Les questions commencent... et le débat commence. Quand Rory intervient, Lorelai et Christopher sont très fiers d'elle. Le colloque finit, Rory va voir ses parents et ils la félicitent. Elle va maintenant au cocktail. Christopher a fait le compte des mots qu'il ne connaissait même pas. Son téléphone sonne, c'est la nouvelle nounou de GiGi. Ils parlent donc des écoles et de Gigi. Lorelai lui assure qu'elle sera là pour lui s'il a besoin d'aide.

Zach arrive à une Bar Mitzvah où on voit Brian et Gil du groupe jouer de la musique. Quand ils le reconnaissent, ils sont plutôt tendus. A la fin de la chanson, ils font une pause et Zach les rejoint. Il les félicite. Zach raconte à Brian ses avancées dans un jeu vidéo. Zach finit par s'excuser pour la séparation de leur groupe, il veut le reformer car il lui manque. Ils acceptent si Lane revient. Zach le leur promet. Le concert reprend.

Le lendemain, Rory et Logan arrivent pour le mariage de Josh et Honor. Josh a oublié ses boutons de manchette. Rory cherche la bibliothèque pour travailler mais la future mariée arrive et lui ordonne de venir avec elle. Honor fait la présentation avec les demoiselles d'honneur qui sont un peu pompettes. Elles portent un toast.

Chez Lorelai, Christopher arrive. Lore va garder Gigi qui n'a pas l'air d'humeur mais Lorelai est ravie. Chris parti, Lorelai rejoint Gigi qui est déjà devant la tv.

La mariée s'habille et panique soudain mais ses demoiselles d'honneur la rassurent. Elles préviennent Rory de faire attention à certaines personnes. La mariée va prendre des photos et Rory reste avec les autres. L'une d'elles se plaint d'être seule et on essaie de la caser, l'une propose Logan mais elle a déjà couché avec... une autre dit que Rory est la petite amie de celui-ci mais elle la rassure en disant que cela remonte au dernier Thanksgiving. Une autre avoue aussi qu'elle a aussi couché avec Logan, une autre lui fait des extras. Rory est choquée alors que les demoiselles d'honneur la laissent pour les photos.

Chez Lorelai, celle-ci range les dégâts de Gigi. Elle s'aperçoit que la fillette crayonne par terre et la gronde un peu. Gigi se met à hurler puis court dans la chambre de Rory.

Au mariage, Logan rejoint Rory qui n'a pas assisté à la cérémonie. Il est inquiet. Elle lui demande pourquoi il ne l'a pas prévenu qu'il avait couché avec toutes ces filles, couché ou extra, d'ailleurs elle comprend mal la nuance. Elle l'accuse de l'avoir trompé mais pour lui, ils avaient rompu, pas pour Rory.  Elle est très en colère et se demande pourquoi il a tout fait pour la récupérer. Celle-ci lui demande de ne pas rentrer avant le lendemain qu'elle ait le temps de partir.

Au café, Zach vient parler à Lane, il veut s'excuser et lui déclare sa flamme, tout le monde l'écoute. Zach demande à Lane de l'épouser. Lane est surprise et émue. Elle accepte devant tout le monde et ils s'embrassent. Tout le monde applaudit. Lane est déboussolée et Luke attendri.

Le soir, Christopher rentre pour reprendre Gigi. Elle dort. Lorelai lui dit toutes les bêtises qu'elle a faites. Lorelai trouve que Chris la gâte trop et lui conseille de lui dire "non" de temps en temps. Mais Christopher le prend mal et s'en va.

A un bar, Rory se saoule. Doyle la rejoint, aussi saoul qu'elle et ils continuent à boire ensemble. Il avoue que Paris l'a fichu dehors et elle lui avoue que Logan l'a trompé et elle se demande combien de temps il va lui falloir pour coucher avec une autre. Sans argent, ils sortent du bar. Doyle a froid et Rory lui donne son manteau et ils s'enlacent pour se séparer, Doyle l'embrasse dans le cou puis se met à pleurer quand Rory le repousse. Elle s'en va...

Chez elle, Lorelai gratte le sol quand le téléphone sonne, c'est Christopher. Il s'excuse pour ce qu'il lui a dit. Gigi est incontrôlable. Il est en colère contre Sherry qui a laissé sa fille, il ne comprend pas, même s'il a agi de même lorsque Rory est née. Il se lamente car il se trouve nul comme père, Lorelai essaie de le motiver pour qu'il ait plus d'autorité. Christopher raccroche quand Gigi se met à hurler.

Désespérée, Rory  frappe à la porte de Paris. Celle-ci lui avoue qu'elle déprime à cause de Doyle, Rory dit qu'elle sait car elle a croisé Doyle. Paris la remercie d'être venue pour elle et Rory lui dit pour Logan. Paris lui propose de rester.

Au lit, Lorelai lit quand Rory appelle pour lui donner une nouvelle adresse.

Ecrit par stephe

WRITTEN BY REBECCA RAND KIRSCHNER
DIRECTED BY LINDA MENDOZA



LUKE'S DINER

[Luke walks around the counter with an order. Lane is standing next to the register.]

LUKE: Lane, we're getting backed up here.

LANE: Done in a sec!

[Lorelai enters.]

LUKE: Hey.

LORELAI: Hey!

LUKE: Uh, no bacon today, I had to fire my meat guy.

LORELAI: How could you fire Pepperpot? He's so cute, and his mother has that skin condition they can't diagnose. [She sits at the counter next to Kirk and Luke pours her some coffee.]

LUKE: He never brings what I order. I have sixteen pounds of corned beef and no turkey.

LORELAI: But he's so sweet, and his father has that foot grafting operation coming up next month.

LUKE: Yeah, well, I can't keep a guy on because his parents are falling apart.

LORELAI: I know. But he tells those funny little limericks. [Kirk leans over and smells her.] And his sisters were just surgically separated two weeks ago - what are you doing, Kirk?

KIRK: Did you just eat a Three Musketeers?

LORELAI: No.

KIRK: You sure? You really smell like nougat.

LUKE: Stop sniffing my fiancée.

KIRK: I can't help it. My senses are much more finely tuned these days.

LORELAI: What is the scary man talking about?

LUKE: He's on a juice fast.

LORELAI: Why?

KIRK: Just wanted to clean out the pipes, refocus the arteries. I want to get the healthy glow of someone who consistently goes to the gym, without having to go to the gym, of course.

LORELAI: Of course. You look positively radiant.

LUKE: You want eggs?

KIRK [longingly]: Eggs.

LORELAI: Uh, scrambled, and a couple pancakes, please.

KIRK [muttering]: Blueberry pancakes. Blueberry pancakes.

LORELAI: Eat something.

KIRK: What? Oh, no. I'm doing fine.

LORELAI: Yeah. [Luke turns to go.] Okay, hold on there, speed racer.

LUKE: I have to get these orders since I'm the only one serving here. [He says meaningfully, in Lane's direction.]

LANE [mumbles, distracted]: Almost done, Luke.

LORELAI: I just want to remind you about Rory's panel.

LUKE: What?

LORELAI: Uh, the panel I'm going to today, the "Young Voices of Journalism" panel.

LUKE: Rory's thing.

LORELAI: Yes, well, it looks like Christopher's going to be there also and I just thought you should know.

LUKE: He's been showing up a lot lately.

LORELAI: He's trying to make good. For Rory, so -

LUKE: I'm good. I'll get you those pancakes.

KIRK [shouts]: Blueberry pancakes! Blueberry pancakes!

LANE: Okay, what do you think? [She shows Lorelai the flyer she's been working on. The title reads 'Drummer Available'.]

LORELAI [gasps]: Oh! Nice! Very White Rabbit.

LANE: Well, I want it to stand out.

LORELAI: It does. It's great!

LANE: What do you think of the picture?

LORELAI: The picture's great! What's wrong with the picture?

LANE: I photograph so Asian.

LORELAI: Yeah, well. I think Ming Na has that same problem.

LANE: I just have to get back in a band. I'm going crazy not playing.

LORELAI: I can imagine.

LANE: I mean, you go from having band practice every day and seeing - [she sighs] - certain people every day and then suddenly you're not.

LORELAI: You mean Zach.

LANE: And Brian and Gil.

LORELAI: Yeah. You guys still aren't talking? [Lane shakes her head.] Well, the flyer is great.

LANE [smiles]: Thanks.

LORELAI: I like the shiny fancy pens you used.

LANE: They're, uh, Luke's daughter's, actually. She left them here last week and I snagged them.

LORELAI: Good score! So she's been, um, coming around a lot lately, huh?

LANE: Yeah, She comes in here and studies, or draws. We even play some games when things get slow. She kicks my ass at Scrabble.

LORELAI: Oh yeah?

LANE: Of course, when we play Monopoly, I rule because she's a kid and hasn't quite gotten the monopoly concept. She still thinks Park Place is a good buy.

LORELAI [wistfully]: Sweet.

LANE: Yeah.

LORELAI: I used to play board games with Rory a lot. She'd get very upset when I'd cheat. Hm, so cute.

LANE: It's hard to cheat with April. She spends the first twenty minutes reading the rules manual right in front of you.

LORELAI: Rory was obsessed with Battleship. I always thought she was going to join the Navy when she grew up.

LANE: Well, there's still time.

LORELAI: Yes, fingers crossed.

LUKE [sarcastically]: Hey, Lane, how about a raise?

LANE: Sorry, Luke. I gotta go.

[Lane gets back to work.]

KIRK: Peach shampoo?

[Lorelai looks disturbed and moves to the next stool over.]

 

OPENING CREDITS

 

YALE DAILY NEWS

JONI: You hate it.

RORY: Joni, I don't, and I promise, I'm going to run it. I just need you to cut about four hundred words. Don't give me that look. Simplify your prose. You'll still get your point across, and I won't have to publish a newspaper the size of a David Foster Wallace novel. [Joni smiles and walks away.] Paris.

PARIS [looking at the other end of the room]: Yes.

RORY [trying to figure out what she's looking at]: Um, I just wanted to give you some notes on your campus safety piece.

PARIS: Fine.

RORY: Um, well, I think it's good. It's - really good, actually. Um, but the lead's a little flabby. Getting right into an example might give it more punch up top.

PARIS: If you say so. Anything else?

RORY [leaning to try to get in her line of sight]: Uh, some of the quotes read too long. I'd cut two or three and trim - Paris, what are you doing?

PARIS: I don't know. What am I doing?

RORY: You're not making eye contact with me.

PARIS: I'm looking right at you.

RORY: No you're not.

PARIS: Want to test me? Brown hair. Blue eyes.

RORY: Fine. Here's your hard copy, I think those notes will help.

PARIS: Of course you do. They're your notes.

RORY: No, not because they're my notes. Because they're good notes!

PARIS: Says the note-giver. It'll take half an hour.

RORY [exasperated]: Fine! [She marches away and meets Doyle.] Well, that was unpleasant.

DOYLE: Try sleeping with her.

RORY: I'll take your word for it.

DOYLE: No, it's impossible, because she doesn't sleep anymore. She makes damn sure I don't either. Last night, she decided it would be fun to watch Saw II at three in the morning. And then when I woke up and asked her if she could turn it down, she berated me for being a film snob.

RORY: How are you handling it?

DOYLE: I believe the psychological term for it is keeping my mouth shut.

RORY: Well, I don't know what to do with her. She's one of the best reporters we have, but she has really gone way beyond her normal level of nuts.

DOYLE: She's on the warpath right now. She'll calm down, she just needs some time.

RORY: You know, maybe I could give her more to do. That piece she just wrote would make a great series. Giving her something like that might help her rebound faster, make her the normal Paris again. What do you think?

DOYLE: Um, sure.

RORY: That wasn't very convincing.

DOYLE [shakes his head]: Uh, it's your call.

RORY: Doyle, come on. Former editor to current editor. What do you think?

DOYLE [hesitantly]: Would you do that for any other staffer who was treating you the way she is?

RORY: No.

DOYLE: Look, I have more of a vested interest in Paris snapping out of this than anyone. I just think it's something she's got to get to on her own.

RORY: Yeah. Yeah, you're probably right.

DOYLE: I gotta go. [He gathers his things together.] I'm going to sneak back to the apartment and see if I can get a few hours of sleep in before Paris comes home and spends the rest of the night learning to play the jazz trumpet. Yeah, she bought a trumpet.

[He walks out.]

 

MUSIC SHOP

[Lane enters.]

LANE: Hey, Lou, okay if I put an ad up?

LOU: If it comes down after two weeks.

LANE: I can abide by that.

[She walks over to the bulletin board and sees Zach playing the banjo with Joel accompanying him on the tambourine. Zach is singing for a group who has gathered to listen. She looks faintly jealous and sad.]

ZACH [singing]: Take me riding in a car-car, take me riding in a car-car, take me riding in a car-car, I'll take you riding in a car. [A woman in the front is falling asleep.] Joel.

JOEL: Mom! [She jerks her head up.] Come on, that's not cool. [Lane puts up her poster and walks out.]

ZACH: Click clack open up the door girls, click clack open up the door boys. Front door, back door, clickity clack - [He stops when he notices Lane leaving.] Joel, take it.

JOEL: Take what?

ZACH: The song. Take it. [He puts down his banjo and runs after her. Joel gets up and begins waving the tambourine and grunting.]

JOEL: Uh! Yeah! Uh! Uh-uh, uh-uh, yeah!

[Zach looks at Lane's poster in disbelief, then rips it down and crumples it up.]

JOEL: Now, uh! Bay, bay, huh, yeah, yeah!

 

RORY AND LOGAN'S APARTMENT

[Rory is getting dressed with loud music playing. She looks very professional. Logan comes in.]

LOGAN: Hey.

[She can't hear him. He comes up behind her and puts his hand on her shoulder. She shrieks.]

RORY: Oh, you scared me!

LOGAN: Sorry.

RORY: What?

LOGAN: Sorry!

RORY: What?

LOGAN [turns down the music]: Sorry.

RORY: I guess that was a little loud.

LOGAN [shouts teasingly]: What?

RORY: Sorry!

LOGAN: I'm telling you, we should take this on the road. [Rory laughs.] I see you went with Faye Dunaway in Network.

RORY: And Maureen Dowd come hither pumps, for good measure.

LOGAN: I wish I could be there for you.

RORY: Oh, you do not.

LOGAN: I do too!

RORY: You'd be asleep in three minutes.

LOGAN: The pumps would have kept me going for at least four. [He chugs a glass of Scotch.] I'm in a suit at two o'clock in the afternoon. Honor has to have everyone dressed for a wedding rehearsal. How did I get conned into this?

RORY: Into what?

LOGAN: Being one of Josh's groomsmen.

RORY: You like Josh.

LOGAN: I don't even know Josh.

RORY: He's going to be your brother-in-law.

LOGAN: Yes, exactly. Going to be. Key word is going. He's not now.

RORY: Your tie's crooked.

LOGAN [fixes it]: But as of today, Josh is simply the guy who holds my sister's purse when she goes shopping. Because of that, I have to spend the next six hours practicing to walk in a straight line.

RORY: You have yet to accomplish that, so a little practice won't hurt.

LOGAN: I'm not there and I'm bored already.

RORY: You can always talk to your good friend Flasky.

LOGAN [laughs]: Right! Thanks for the reminder! [He goes to get his flask.] I just don't understand wedding rehearsals. The bachelor party I get.

RORY: I bet you do.

LOGAN: The actual ceremony I get. But the rehearsal, I don't get.

RORY: Wallet. [She hands it to him.]

LOGAN: And after we finish rehearsing, I have to sit through a five-course dinner surrounded by my new family and Honor's brigade of moronic bridesmaids.

RORY: Oh, come on. You love Honor, her friends can't be that bad.

LOGAN: Oh, no. Blondy, Dipsy, Bubbles, Four Nose Jobs and Charm McGee? All great gals.

RORY: Meow.

LOGAN: Seriously. Can't you just do the panel, blow off the mixer and meet me for the dinner?

RORY: Logan, come on. By the time I get out of there and get back here to change, drive all the way to New York, dinner would be over.

LOGAN: No it wouldn't. Dinner's never going to be over. It's going to last forever.

RORY: I will be here waiting for you when you get back and I will have aspirin.

LOGAN: Fine, I'll be back by eleven. Ten of eleven, possibly ten-thirty.

RORY: Go. [She pushes him out the door.]

LOGAN: Fine.

[Rory closes the door and walks away. The door reopens suddenly.]

RORY: Did you forget something?

LOGAN [kisses her passionately]: You look incredible. Knock 'em dead. [She nods. He kisses her again and leaves. She smiles, returns to the bedroom and turns the music back up.]

YOUNG VOICES OF JOURNALISM PANEL

[Lorelai enters and sees Chris saving her a seat.]

LORELAI: Hey.

CHRIS: Hi. [He kisses her cheek.]

LORELAI: Nice seats.

CHRIS: I got here early and scouted out the best ones. We were actually more towards the middle, then two people, and I'm pretty sure it was Brigitte Nielsen and Kareem Abdul-Jabbar sat right in front of me.

LORELAI: Oh, Brigitte and Kareem showed up, huh? I swear, anyplace with free cheese and crackers, they are there. You look nice.

CHRIS: Thanks. I think this haircut cost more than all the haircuts I've had in my life combined.

LORELAI: Hm. Well, it was worth it. It looks very, very - short.

RORY: Mom, Dad!

LORELAI: Here's the woman of the hour!

RORY: You made it!

LORELAI: Yeah!

CHRIS: 'Course we did!

[They hug her.]

RORY: Careful, the hair. It's pinned perfectly.

CHRIS: Whoa!

LORELAI: Yeah, well, sorry. So, are you excited?

RORY: Yeah, and nervous. I've actually got a lot of talking points, I just feel like I'm going to get up there and forget everything.

CHRIS: You're going to do great, hon.

LORELAI: Yeah, you are. You're a natural at this kind of thing. And just remember, if things don't go well, we will stop loving you.

RORY: I better get up there. I'll see you guys afterwards.

LORELAI: Yeah. We'll be rooting for you!

RORY: Well, it's not really a 'root for me' kind of thing, but thank you.

LORELAI: Well, we brought foam fingers.

CHRIS: And we're planning on doing the wave if things get dull.

[Rory waves them off and heads up to the stage. Lorelai and Chris sit down. She offers him a Milk Dud.]

LORELAI: Dud?

PROFESSOR GORDON: Welcome everybody to the Young Voices of Journalism panel. I'm Arthur Gordon, a professor of English here at Yale and I shall be moderating today's panel. We are joined today by the editors of some of the country's most prestigious collegiate newspapers.

CHRIS [to Lorelai]: Woo hoo!

PROFESSOR GORDON: We have before us editors from the Harvard Crimson, the Daily Princetonian, the Cornell Daily Sun, the Daily Pennsylvanian and the Yale Daily News, all here today to tell us what's on their minds. To hear where they think Ivy League Journalism is heading. Or more broadly, to share their views on the future of the free press in America.

LORELAI: Whoa. Heavy.

PROFESSOR GORDON: So, I will begin by posing a series of questions to our panel. Now let's begin. I was wondering how the panelists would describe the state of journalistic ethics on a collegiate level in the post-Judy Miller era, and -

QUENTIN: Wonderful question. Quentin Walsh, Daily Princetonian. The ramifications of the scandal to which you obliquely alluded ought not to be underestimated.

CHRIS: I hate this guy already.

LORELAI: Rory told me about him. That's pompous Princeton guy.

CHRIS: Well, sure, if your parents are going to name you that, what chance do you have? [Lorelai laughs.]

QUENTIN: The struggle to preserve the fundamental principles and rights upon which our free press depends was made far more difficult by the choice of certain reporters, who shall remain unnamed - [He laughs pretentiously] - to capitulate a government of pressure and divulge their sources.

LORELAI: He's unbelievable.

CHRIS: He's wearing a bowtie.

LORELAI: Should I dud him?

QUENTIN: I myself have on occasion felt tremendous pressure to divulge unnamed sources but have stood my ground, knowing that while I may suffer for my principled stand there was a much greater issue at stake.

RORY: If I may? Rory Gilmore. Yale Daily News. While I agree that there is no greater or more important tool for a free press than confidential sources, I also think it unwise for us to presume from our limited experiences editing college newspapers that we really have any true understanding of what it must feel like when the federal government of the United States puts the screws through you. I just think it would be the height of hubris for any of us to claim for a fact that we know what we would do when faced with that kind of pressure. But that's just one reporter's opinion.

LORELAI [proudly]: We created her.

CHRIS: Out of thin air.

 

[LATER]

RORY: I just don't care how funny the picture is. If it's not newsworthy, and I can't see how it would be, I would not publish a picture of the University president stuffing his face with key lime pie at the drama club bake sale!

PROFESSOR GORDON: I'm sure President Devon will be pleased to hear that.

[Polite laughter from the audience.]

RORY: If, however, someone pushed key lime pie in his face as a political statement, that I would print.

QUENTIN: Me, too. Front page.

RORY: Quentin, you agreed with me. I didn't think you were capable.

[Laughter.]

PROFESSOR GORDON: Well, on that collegial note, I'm afraid we have to end our discussion. I'd like to thank all our panelists for a terrific discussion and thank you all for coming.

LORELAI: Our girl's got skills.

CHRIS: She even had her archrival laughing with her by the end.

LORELAI: She's keeping her enemies close and giggling.

CHRIS [getting up]: Very devious!

RORY [approaches them]: So?

LORELAI: If I had a giant cooler of Gatorade, I'd pour it over your head.

RORY: Sounds refreshing. So, I was pretty good, wasn't I?

LORELAI: You dazzled!

CHRIS: And you totally wiped the floor with Pompous Princeton guy!

RORY: Well, the floor had looked a little dirty.

LORELAI: So, can we take you out for an ice cream soda?

RORY: Sorry, I gotta go. We have this editor's mixer thing now. Rain check?

LORELAI: Yeah. Go, mix well.

CHRIS: Bye, hon.

RORY: Bye. [She leaves.]

LORELAI: We were just rain checked.

CHRIS: Yep.

LORELAI: I don't know how I feel about that.

 

YALE HALLWAY

 

CHRIS: Okay, so I kept track, wrote them down. I got sixteen words that she used that I have never heard before.

LORELAI: Perspicacious?

CHRIS: Seventeen words that I have never heard before. My God, she's smart!

LORELAI: She is smart. She's Anthony Michael Hall in Breakfast Club smart.

CHRIS: I'm very proud. And mystified.

LORELAI: Well, me, baby, all me.

CHRIS [His cell phone notifies him that he has a text message]: Oh, it's my new nanny.

LORELAI: Oh, does Sienna know about this?

CHRIS: Actually, this is the fourth new nanny in six months. I'm telling you, pickings are slim out there for someone decent to look after your kid.

LORELAI: I think that's why they invented parents.

CHRIS: Oh, crap, she can't work Sunday.

LORELAI: What's going on Sunday?

CHRIS: I promised my mother I'd take her to the cemetery to visit my dad's grave and I'm thinking it might not be the thrill for Gigi that it's going to be for the rest of us.

LORELAI: Not without noisemakers, it won't.

CHRIS: This single parent stuff.

LORELAI: Fun, huh?

CHRIS: I tell you, I can't wait till Gigi starts school.

LORELAI: Gigi's starting school, you're so old! Where's she going to go?

CHRIS: Not sure yet. These snotty private schools are impossible. There're waiting lists and psychological tests and blood samples and sworn oaths and dark back room promises and every single headmistress looks like Dick Cheney.

LORELAI: You could always send her to public school.

CHRIS: Yes I could, if I wanted to kill my mother.

LORELAI: Well, you will be at the cemetery tomorrow.

CHRIS: Lor.

LORELAI: You know, um, if you're ever stuck and you need somebody to watch her I'd be happy to fill in.

CHRIS: Really?

LORELAI: Yeah, I'm fun. I like Teletubbies.

CHRIS: Sober?

LORELAI: I've got plenty of Rory's old books and games and I'm totally at your service.

CHRIS: Okay, well, I just may take you up on that.

LORELAI: Good.

CHRIS: So what does perspicacious mean?

LORELAI: I don't know. Persp - to perspire. Am I close?

CHRIS: Close enough for me.

 

BAT MITZVAH

[Zach enters the Grease-themed party nervously. He walks toward the stage, where Gil and Brian are playing in a band with two other guys. Gil is singing Gwen Stefani's Hollaback Girl. The audience is dancing and thoroughly enjoying it.]

GIL: So that's right, dude, meet me at the bleachers, no principals, no student teachers, both of us want to be the winner but there can only be one! So I'm going to fight, going to give it my all going to make you fall, going to sock it to you! That's right, I'm the last one standing and another one bites the dust! A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just going to happen like that, I ain't no Hollaback Girl, I ain't no Hollaback Girl! A few times I've been around that track, so it's not just going to happen like that, 'cause I ain't no Hollaback Girl, I ain't no Hollaback Girl! [Brian and the keyboarder join in singing.] Ooo, that's my shh, that's my shh. Ooo, that's my shh, that's my shh. Ooo, that's my shh, that's my shh. Ooo.

[The preteen girls that comprise the audience cheer loudly.]

GIL: Thank you everyone! That's our bat mitzvah girl Julia Laumann's favorite song in the world, and I can see why! Because it's full of strong female attitude, which I dig. And let me tell you, Julia, guys are turned on by that. Don't think they aren't! They like girls with legs and brains, like smart biker chicks, you know? So keep on the path you're on, keep up with school, and baby, you're going places!

[The audience cheers again. Gil notices Zach hanging near the back.]

GIL: I see the cake coming out of the kitchen, everybody, so we're going to break for a couple minutes to sugar up. Back in a few.

[The girls crowded around the stage turn toward the cake. Zach weaves his way through them.]

ZACH: Hey guys.

BRIAN [ignoring Zach]: I think you used a little too much whammy bar during "My Humps".

GIL: I was out of control.

ZACH: So, you guys aren't going to talk to me?

BRIAN: What's there to talk about?

GIL: Yeah, man. You're way deep in my bogus bag and it's Zip-locked shut.

ZACH: Well, you guys sounded great.

GIL [defensive]: Yeah, I get what you're saying! It's a west Hartford bat mitzvah, not the Albert Hall, well a gig's a gig!

ZACH: Totally! A gig's a gig! This crowd is lucky, I'm telling you, it was tight! You could have played that at the Albert Hall. [He takes a couple of steps closer to Brian.] So, uh, I reached a new level on Soul Calibur 3.

BRIAN: Uh-huh.

ZACH: Level fifty assassin.

BRIAN: Really?

ZACH: Yeah, I just low-kicked my way through and chopped up a mess of perfects.

BRIAN: You're going to take the Sword Master mantle soon.

ZACH: But you're, like, the original Sword Master.

BRIAN: I beat the last boss. Hit him middle high, middle low, middle high. Took forever to figure out all the specials.

ZACH: I know, I was sitting next to you when you did it. It was awesome. [He looks at his feet.] Listen. This thing with us, I want to fix it.

GIL: It's too late!

ZACH: It's not! Look, I know I was an idiot. If I could turn back time, I would.

BRIAN: Oh, hey, Turn Back Time. We should add that to the set.

GIL: Cher is always a slam dunk.

ZACH: I want to get the band back together! We were going somewhere, you know? About to play for a label, and, well, I miss you guys. I don't mean to get all Brokeback Mountain on you, but we're buds, you know? And I miss you, and you're not going to believe it, but that kid over there is about to down a whole cup of maraschino cherries. [We can hear kids in the background chanting, "Chug, chug, chug!"]

GIL: That's Aton, the Feldman's boy.

BRIAN: He's going to do it, man! He's going to do it!

[The kid pours the cup of cherries into his mouth.]

GIL: He did it!

ZACH: I didn't think he had it in him.

BRIAN: He is going to be puking!

ZACH: So what do you say, guys? You want to reform Hep Alien?

GIL: Maybe. If you can get Lane.

BRIAN: She'll never come back.

ZACH: Leave Lane to me, I'm going to reason with her.

BRIAN: Well, if Lane's in, I'm in.

GIL: Me too. Hep Alien has got to rock again!

ZACH: Cool!

[They clasp hands. An old man approaches them.]

OLD MAN: Excuse me, Gilbert? [He whispers something in Gil's ear.]

GIL: Oh, it's time for the big one!

BRIAN: Let's do it!

ZACH: Kick ass, guys.

GIL [into the microphone]: All right! Let's bring this whole mishpachah down to the dance floor, 'cause it's time to rock-a-dila!

[They play Hava Nagila, a traditional Jewish song. Zach dances along happily, shouting 'Hey!' at the appropriate times.]

 

COUNTRY CLUB

[Rory and Logan enter.]

RORY: This place is like a labyrinth.

LOGAN: Well, if you get lost, just keep your hand on one side of the wall and keep walking. Eventually you'll find your way out or get eaten by a Minotaur.

RORY: Thanks, chum.

LOGAN [sees Honor's fiancé rushing down the hall]: Josh, my man, what's going on?

JOSH [frantic]: My cufflinks have been stolen!

LOGAN: Well, don't worry, I'm very good at finding things. At Easter egg hunts, they used to make me wear an eye patch just to keep things fair.

JOSH: Okay, but I suspect thievery.

LOGAN [to Rory]: You sure you'll be okay hanging out by yourself for a while?

RORY: At least a fortnight. I'm good, now go put on your eye patch and find some cufflinks.

LOGAN: I'll see you later. [He kisses her.] Come on, Josh. [He calls out as they walk away.] Dead man walking!

RORY [to an employee]: Excuse me, I'm trying to find the library.

EMPLOYEE: Oh, sure, it's in the east wing -

[He points her toward it, but she is quickly overtaken by Honor and her four giggling bridesmaids, who are all wearing sweats, Ugg boots and curlers in their hair. The bridesmaids are each carrying an open bottle of champagne.]

HONOR: Rory!

RORY: Oh, hey, bride! You look beautiful!

HONOR: You like my wedding sweats? [She turns around to display the word "Bride" embroidered on the back. Rory laughs.] I'm beginning to think Town and Country might not approve.

RORY: So how are you doing?

HONOR: Okay. You have got to come back and hang out with me and the bridesmaids!

RORY: Oh, that's sweet, but I can't. I actually have all this work. [She holds up her briefcase.]

WEDDING PLANNER [approaches]: Ladies, come on. Make-up time. And whoever took Josh's cufflinks, hand them over. [The bridesmaids follow her directions. One of them places the cufflinks in the wedding planner's outstretched hand, giggling as she walks by.]

HONOR: Look, the girls have cracked open a case of champagne, I need you to be my designated dresser! [Rory hesitates and looks down at her briefcase.] I'm the bride! You can't say no to a bride! It's bad luck.

RORY: I guess I can do my work tomorrow.

HONOR: That's always been my motto! Come on. All day, if anyone does something I don't want them to, I'm saying it's bad luck. I swear, getting married is so fabulous!

 

HONOR'S DRESSING ROOM

[Rory and Honor enter. The bridesmaids are already there.]

HONOR: Everybody? So, this is my lovely friend Rory. Rory's going to hang out with us while we get ready. Some of you might have met at the shower, but this is Alexandra, Walker, Megan and Gwen.

RORY: Hi.

BRIDESMAIDS: Hi!

WALKER: Welcome to the final hours of Honor's maidenhood!

ALEXANDRA [scoffs]: Yeah right. Honor's maidenhood didn't make it to upper school at Burley.

HONOR: Not true. Turks and Caicos, nineteen ninety-six.

MEGAN: Anyway, we're here to celebrate these last precious hours before we lose Honor to the dark side.

WALKER: And to celebrate, we drink booze! [She pops the cork on a bottle of champagne. They cheer.]

HONOR: Not me. I'm having one glass, right before the ceremony.

ALEXANDRA: Whatever you need to tell yourself.

GWEN: Ooh, I love that dress, Rory.

RORY: Oh, thanks.

MEGAN: Is that Carolina's?

RORY: Um, no, it's mine.

HONOR: Oh, Rory, this is Italo. Italo's a total genius. If they gave MacArthur grants for hair, he'd get one.

WEDDING PLANNER: Okay, girls. I need to get you in these chairs, pronto.

WALKER: Bridezilla. [She hands her and Rory each a glass of champagne.]

HONOR: Okay, but just one now and one right before the ceremony.

ALEXANDRA: Whatever you need to tell yourself.

HONOR: I need it to make a toast! [They gather in a half circle with their glasses raised.] To friends. Old and new. Borrowed and blue. You guys are awesome! [They cheer and clink their glasses.]

WALKER: To Honor! And to Honor's honor - the missing maidenhood. [They laugh and clink their glasses again.]

 

LORELAI'S HOUSE

[Someone rings the doorbell. Lorelai answers the door; it's Christopher, holding a pillow and a duffel bag.]

LORELAI: Hi.

CHRIS: Hey.

LORELAI: Hey, what's all this?

CHRIS: Uh, Gigi's pillow, her blanket and the duvet cover.

LORELAI: Oh, what, no mattress and box spring?

CHRIS: She never goes anywhere without her duvet cover. She calls it her Scrunchie Bunchie because she likes to scrunch it and -

LORELAI: And bunch it. I get it. Um, did you forget the kid?

CHRIS: Oh, uh. [He laughs and calls out to the yard.] Gigi, come on!

LORELAI: What's she chasing?

CHRIS: Oh, that's a cat.

LORELAI: Uh, just so you know, that cat bites, scratches, sprays and I'm pretty sure it's in heat.

CHRIS: Gigi, come on, sweetie! Right now!

[She runs into the doorway.]

LORELAI: Hey, kiddo! I'm so excited to hang out with you today!

CHRIS: Gigi, you want to give Lorelai a hug?

GIGI [screams]: No! [She throws her coat on the floor, grabs her Scrunchie Bunchie from Chris and runs into the living room.]

CHRIS [helplessly]: Gigi, please come back here and pick up your jacket? Gigi? [No response.]

LORELAI [picks it up]: Got it.

CHRIS [laughs a little sheepishly]: Thanks again for doing this, I really appreciate it.

LORELAI: Please, I'm looking forward to it! I managed to find Uno and Checkers and also parts of Battleship and most of the pieces of Candyland, which I figure we can mix together to create a fabulous new game, “Candy-ship Battle-land”. War never tasted so good.

CHRIS: Okay, then. Well, I'm off. [He kisses her cheek.]

LORELAI: Go, go, get out of here. [She closes the door behind him and goes into the living room.] You already figured out how to turn the TV on? You smarty. [She sits down next to her.] So, what are we watching?

GIGI: Sh!

LORELAI: Sch...indler's List? [She chuckles to herself.] Oh, Full House. You know, I think the Olsen twins weigh less now than they did on that show. [Gigi glares at her.] Right, I get it. I don't like it when people talk to me when I'm watching TV either.

 

HONOR'S DRESSING ROOM

[The girls are now dressed and hair-styled.]

HONOR: Okay, so I don't look obese?

MEGAN: You look like a skeleton.

ALEXANDRA: A beautiful, blushing skeleton.

HONOR: Whoa.

RORY: What?

HONOR: All of a sudden, the idea of marriage seems totally archaic and insane! Legally binding one woman with one man until they die? It's perverse! Why on earth do people do this - why am I doing this?

WALKER [panics]: Oh, freak-out!

GWEN [reassuringly]: You love Josh, remember?

HONOR: Oh, yeah. Josh. [She sighs happily.] Okay. Okay, freak-out over! [They giggle.] I wonder if Josh is freaking out.

MEGAN: We saw him before he took a smoke break, he looked nervous.

HONOR: Oh, adorable! Hey, can someone check my sling back? It feels messed up and I can't reach my own feet.

WALKER: Certainly. [She crouches down and lifts Honor's skirt to see her shoe.] Oh, yes. Sling back is not slung back properly. I think I can remedy this if I sling this back - [They all gasp as she knocks over a bottle of champagne near the dress.]

HONOR: Did that get on my dress? Someone tell me if I need to freak out.

MEGAN: No, no, it's fine. [They laugh, relieved.]

HONOR: Get away from me, you lousy drunk!

WALKER: Hey, that was offensive. I'm a terrific drunk.

HONOR: I need my designated dresser.

RORY: At your service! [She gets down to fix Honor's shoe.]

HONOR: Make sure it's secure, because I plan on dancing tonight!

GWEN: Speaking of dancing, has anyone warned Rory about the quote-unquote dignitaries coming to this shindig? It's always the same culprits.

RORY: I need warning?

ALEXANDRA: The Ambassador from Luxemburg is very hands-y.

MEGAN:  No, the one you have to watch out for is that poet, what's his name?

WALKER: The dude with the red face?

MEGAN: He just did a translation of the Bhagavad-Gita. Anyway, he acts like he's gay, but it's such a ruse. Total perv.

RORY: Poet, red face, not gay, Bhagavad-Gita, perv. Got it.

WEDDING PLANNER [pokes her head in the door]: I'm going to steal the bride to take a couple of quick pictures. Honor, honey, grab your veil. The rest of you, 3-minute warning.

RORY: You are dance-floor ready.

HONOR: Thank you, my dear! Soon, everybody! [They giggle excitedly.]

WEDDING PLANNER: Head that way toward the sitting room. We don't want Josh to see you in your dress, it's bad luck!

HONOR: Please. Like I care about things like that.

MEGAN: I look like a drag queen.

WALKER: My hair is insane.

ALEXANDRA: I totally want your hair, my hair looks like Linda Carr's. Italo is punishing me.

WALKER: I’ll tell you what I want. I want to hook up with someone tonight.

ALEXANDRA: Just remember that pinning guys in the corner and shoving your tongue down their throats can sometimes come off as desperate.

WALKER: But I am desperate! I swear, I might go home with the Ambassador from Luxembourg!

GWEN: Come on, there'll be plenty of eligible bachelors there tonight.

WALKER [pouts]: Like who?

GWEN: The groomsmen for starters.

ALEXANDRA: Uh, Tripp Wallison is looking good.

MEGAN: You always think he's looking good.

ALEXANDRA: 'Cause he always is. Anyway, so do you.

GWEN: Alexandra and Megan have both slept with Tripp.

RORY [smiles uncomfortably]: Small world.

ALEXANDRA: I'm with Liam. [To Walker] You can have Tripp.

WALKER: Tripp's too short. I'm over the whole Mia Farrow - Woody Allen thing.

GWEN: How about Josh's brother?

WALKER: Poor man's Josh? Really poor man's. He's the Josh they give away at the soup kitchens.

ALEXANDRA: Oh, there's always Logan. [Rory glances up from the magazine she's reading, surprised.]

WALKER: Been there, done that!

GWEN [giggles]: Shush!

WALKER: What shush? You should talk!

GWEN: Rory is Logan's girlfriend!

WALKER [giggling]: Oops! Oh my God, You're Rory - Rory! I'm so retarded. Don't worry, this was way before you guys started dating. This was back around Thanksgiving.

RORY [face falls]: Last Thanksgiving?

WALKER: It meant nothing. Believe me. Meaningless.

MEGAN: Walker will have sex with anyone.

WALKER: I will.

GWEN: And I'm sure you know Logan and I dated, but that was ages ago. Eons, back when he drove a Z3. And then we had a stupid one-night stand around December, but there is nothing between us, I swear. We're just friends who drank too much spiked eggnog and now he's met you and I think you guys are so great together, really.

RORY: Thanks.

ALEXANDRA [to Walker]: I'm sorry. I didn't know that you slept with Logan. I thought you two just messed around.

WALKER: No, you said you just messed around with him. [Rory looks completely floored.] I said that he and I hooked up, I meant hooked up - hooked up.

ALEXANDRA: I thought you just meant hooked up like messed around.

MEGAN: How come you never told me you messed around with Logan? Why am I not in the loop?

ALEXANDRA: I'm with Liam! Officially, nothing happened! Oh, these shoes are killing my feet!

WALKER: Just scrunch up your toes a little bit. That's what I'm doing, it feels good.

RORY [to Megan]: Did you hook up with Logan around Thanksgiving?

MEGAN: No way. I was in Biarritz.

WEDDING PLANNER [opens the door]: Okay, ladies, time to line up. The processional is about to start. Rory, you better go find your seat.

MEGAN: I look like RuPaul.

WALKER: Where's my flowers? Does Sophia have the flowers?

GWEN: See you at the party, Rory!

ALEXANDRA: Just FYI, before I got together Liam, he slept with half the Upper East Side, and now he's loyal as a dog.

WALKER: I need my flowers! [She looks down at her hand and giggles.] Oh. I already have my flowers!

BRIDESMAIDS [filing out]: Bye Rory!

[Rory stays sitting, speechless and hurt, in the dressing room.]

 

LORELAI'S HOUSE

[The place is a disaster. Gigi is coloring on the floor.]

LORELAI [exasperated]: I don't know how you did it, kid, but every single thing I own is now broken or missing. Oh, Gigi, honey, you're coloring on the floor, there. It's not enough that the paper's near the marker, it has to actually be under it. Gigi, give me. Oh, that's a permanent marker, honey, give me that!

GIGI: No!

LORELAI: Yes! Permanent marker causes permanent damage, which makes Aunty Lorelai permanently bitter. Now -

GIGI: No!

LORELAI: Gigi.

[Gigi looks up at her and defiantly makes huge marks on the floor. Lorelai gasps, horrified.]

LORELAI: Oh my God! Give me that! [She takes the marker away. Gigi screams.] Okay, if that's your Donald Sutherland "Invasion of the Body Snatchers" impression, it's a really good one.

[Gigi continues to scream.]

LORELAI: I'm sorry, ma'am, those tonsils are going to have to come out.

[Gigi runs out of breath and then starts screaming again.]

LORELAI: Gigi, please! If you stop, uh, I'll give you one of those caramel apples that I showed you, okay? They're really delicious, but to get one, you have to stop making the world's most annoying noise in five, four, three, two - [Gigi stops.] Thank you. Nothing a little eardrum replacement surgery won't fix. Come on, let's go in the kitchen. [Gigi gets up and runs into Rory's room.] Gigi, hey! Don't you go into Rory's room, you know you're not allowed in there! Gigi! Hey, you - [Gigi slams the door in Lorelai's face.] I know this is a cliché, but just wait till your father gets home!

 

HONOR'S DRESSING ROOM

[Sometime later, Rory is still sitting in the same position, fuming. Logan enters.]

LOGAN: Here you are.

RORY [quietly]: Here I am.

LOGAN: I was looking all over for you. I didn't see you when I was walking down the aisle, I looked for you during the ceremony. Where were you?

RORY: Here.

LOGAN: You missed the wedding?

RORY [nods]: I'll apologize to Honor later.

LOGAN: Forget Honor, what's going on? [She stares at the wall. He starts to lean down.] Rory.

RORY [puts her hand up to stop him and glares at him]: You didn't say a word. You just let me walk into a room full of girls you'd had sex with. [Logan's eyes close.] Oh, no, wait, I'm sorry. You only had sex with two of them. One of them you just fooled around with. Whatever that means. She spared me the exact parameters of the fooling around, you want to fill me in?

LOGAN: Rory.

RORY: You know what, never mind. I've got a good imagination, I can figure it out.

LOGAN: Okay, look.

RORY: I can't believe it. You didn't just cheat on me. You really cheated on me.

LOGAN: I didn't cheat on you.

RORY [stands]: Oh, so you didn't sleep with -

LOGAN: No, I did, but we were broken up.

RORY: No! You were broken up! Not me, I thought we were just taking some time!

LOGAN: Apart. Not seeing each other.

RORY: Yes. Taking some time. Not seeing each other for a while. That doesn't mean broken up!

LOGAN: Oh, come on.

RORY: No! When you break up, you have to tell the other person! You can't just decide that you're broken up, and just go off and - God! I can't believe I fell for all your stupid tricks! The coffee cart, and going to my mother - you went to my mother! Why would you bother going through that? You had plenty of backup! What do you need me for?

LOGAN: Because I love you.

RORY: No. Don't. [She turns to leave.]

LOGAN: Rory, I didn't cheat on you, I didn't lie to you!

RORY: You didn't tell me!

LOGAN: Of course not! Why would I tell you? Why would I want you to be hurt and upset and angry?

RORY: Blondie, Dizzy, I love the cover. Pretending all those girls were worthless idiots!

LOGAN: They are worthless idiots! Shooting their mouths off in front of you like that?

RORY: It's not their fault!

LOGAN: It is their fault. They love doing crap like this, causing trouble.

RORY: We were only apart for like two seconds and you managed to sleep with every one of your sister's friends! How did you even do that? I mean, did you work them in shifts? Were there charts? Signals? B12 shots?

LOGAN: I was depressed. I was lonely and I was upset. I've known these girls forever. It was companionship, okay? It meant nothing.

RORY [forcefully]: Don't be at the apartment between ten and one tomorrow so I can get my stuff.

[She leaves.]

 

LUKE'S DINER

 

[A server walks through the diner.]

SERVER: Coffee's on its way.

[A man sitting at the counter gets up and leaves. Kirk leans over and takes a crust of toast from the man's plate. Lane walks by just in time to see him take a bite. She looks at him accusingly.]

KIRK: What?

LANE: You're disgusting and you're cheating on your juice diet.

KIRK: I didn't cheat. I expanded the definition of juice. [She continues to glare.] I feel dirty.

ZACH [entering]: Hey.

LANE: We're out of food.

KIRK: What?

ZACH: I have to talk to you a sec. I went to a bat mitzvah last night -

LANE: Mazel tov. [To Babette] You want some more coffee?

BABETTE: What the hell.

ZACH: I talked to the guys and -

LANE: I know you ripped my flyer down.

ZACH: What?

LANE: My drummer wanted flyer, at Sophie's? It was ripped down! And Lou said he saw you do it, and I just want you to know that I think that sucks!

ZACH: Well, A, Lou's a fat-head, and two, I had my reasons! [She turns away.] Come on, Lane, stop! I have to talk to you.

LANE: About what? What do you have to talk to me about, Zach?

ZACH: I have to talk to you about how it's all feeling wrong, you know? I tried to write a song about it, and I was going to bring my amp and axe and all and play it for you. It was coming out way too emo so I decided to just say it. I get up in the morning and I don't feel good. I go to work and I don't feel good. I come home and I don't feel good. I brush my teeth and I don't feel good. Then I go to bed and I don't feel good. Then I wake up and I don't feel good and then I go to work and I don't feel good -

BABETTE: You don't feel good! We get it! Go on!

LUKE [emerging from upstairs]: Hey. Is something burning down here?

LANE: Luke, sh!

LUKE: Okay.

LANE: Go on.

ZACH: Right. Where was I? Oh yeah. Lane. Will you marry me?

LANE: What?

ZACH: Will you marry me?

LANE: But - do you even know what you're saying? I mean, have you even thought about this? [Zach takes a ring out of his pocket.] Oh my God, you have thought about this.

ZACH: I got it at the pawn shop. It belonged to an elk or a moose or something but it looked cool and I could afford it, so I got it. [Lane takes it from him and looks at it.] You're smiling.

LANE: I know.

ZACH: Does this mean yes?

LANE [looks up at him and puts the ring on]: Yes. It means yes.

ZACH: Really? Cool!

[They smile at each other.]

BABETTE: For God's sakes, kiss him, sugar!

KIRK [with his mouth full of food]: Yeah, kiss him, sugar!

[They kiss. The diner breaks into applause and smiles.]

LANE: So, I should get back to work?

ZACH: It's okay, I wasn't thinking the ceremony should be today or anything.

LANE: I'm off at eight.

ZACH: I'll swing by.

[Zach leaves. Lane goes back behind the counter dreamily.]

LANE [happily, to Luke]: I'm getting married.

LUKE: I heard.

[Lane, out of it, takes a plate of something and puts it in front of Kirk. Luke takes it back and hands it to the person who ordered it. Lane takes the toaster off the counter and tries to give it to Kirk. Luke takes it back. Someone from the kitchen hands her a plate of food and Luke smiles as he directs her to the right customer.]

 

LORELAI'S HOUSE

[Lorelai opens the door to Chris.]

LORELAI: Hey.

LUKE: Hi, Mary Poppins!

LORELAI: Sorry the place is a mess.

CHRIS: It's okay. I left my white gloves at home.

LORELAI: So, how'd it go with you today?

CHRIS: Great, I got everything done. It was actually nice spending some time with my mom.

LORELAI: Good.

CHRIS: So, what, you lose my kid? Should I call the milk carton people?

LORELAI: Oh, she's asleep in Rory's room.

CHRIS: She's all tuckered out, huh?

LORELAI: Yeah. Either that or she knocked herself out when she was throwing books around Rory's room.

CHRIS: What do you mean?

LORELAI: Well, when she was done drawing on the floor and pouring chocolate milk on Paul Anka, then she took to throwing books around for awhile. This was before the spitting and the furniture kicking, and the grand finale where she pulled all the sheets off the bed and tried to flush them down the toilet.

CHRIS: You're kidding.

LORELAI: Oh, I'm really not.

CHRIS: Well, she's a spirited kid.

LORELAI: Spirited, possessed. Potato, po-tah-to.

CHRIS: Three year olds can be a lot to handle, if you're not used to it I'm sure it can be overwhelming.

LORELAI [gapes]: Oh, no, no, this wasn't three-year-old hard to handle, this was feral hyena hard to handle.

CHRIS: So you guys didn't click.

LORELAI: Chris, this is not about clicking. This is about spoiled.

CHRIS [offended]: Spoiled?

LORELAI: Yes! Gigi has clearly never heard the word 'no' in her entire life!

CHRIS: She's heard the word 'no'!

LORELAI: Well, at no time did me saying 'no' illicit anything other than a scream! I said no coloring on the floor, she screamed! I said no pulling Paul Anka's tail, she screamed! I tried discussing Japanese 'No' theater with her. She screamed.

CHRIS [angrily]: So what?

LORELAI: I'm not saying it's her fault. I'm just saying I think you could apply a little more discipline.

CHRIS: She's a kid. Kids are hard.

LORELAI: Yeah. I know kids. I raised one, okay?

CHRIS: Kids are different today. It's a different world. They need more nurturing, more space.

LORELAI: I'm sorry. Yes, that was Dr. Spock turning over in his grave!

CHRIS: We're going. [He heads back to Rory's room.]

LORELAI: Come on, Chris. It isn't just me. Those pre-school interviews?

CHRIS: Those people don't know what they're talking about!

LORELAI: And the nanny?

CHRIS: IS a flake!

LORELAI: You know, giving Gigi whatever she wants isn't going to make up for Sherry being a crappy mom and bailing!

CHRIS [emerges from Rory's room carrying Gigi]: You know what? I've had enough of your advice, and your help.

[He exits, leaving Lorelai upset.]

 

RICH MAN'S SHOE

[Rory sits at the bar.]

RORY: Hit me, barkeep!

BARTENDER: That's your third one.

RORY: What are you, my mother?

BARTENDER: No.

RORY: No, you're not. I'm not driving, and I live right over [she looks around and points] there. Or somewhere near there. Or there. But it's close, and I'm walking, and I want another drink.

BARTENDER: Okay.

[A waitress walks by and tries to clear the napkins sitting in front of Rory. Rory snatches them from her.]

WAITRESS: Hey!

RORY: These are mine.

WAITRESS: I was just going to get them out of your way.

RORY: Don't take what's mine! These came with my drinks! He put them down in front of me! I did not ask you to move them, did I?

WAITRESS [walking away]: Whatever.

RORY: Snappy comeback! Dorothy Parker know about you? [To herself] I'm sick of people touching my stuff!

BARTENDER: Here you go. [He sets a bowl of peanuts in front of her.] Eat something.

RORY [muttering]: You eat something.

[She opens her purse and sets some money on the bar. Doyle walks up to the bar with a drink in his hand and notices Rory.]

DOYLE: Well, hello, Rory, fancy meeting you here.

RORY: Hi Doyle.

DOYLE: I didn't see you sitting here or I would have come over sooner. I've been here a while. I've been mixing beer and wine. And Malibu rum.

RORY: That sounds bad.

DOYLE: Yep. It is bad. It's been a long, bad night. How about you? How's your night been?

RORY [sarcastic]: Really excellent.

DOYLE: Okay, well then. Let's drink to really excellent evenings, shall we?

RORY: To really excellent evenings! [They clink glasses.]

DOYLE: Paris threw me out.

RORY: What? No! Why?

DOYLE: I told her you were thinking of making her campus safety piece a series and I told you not to.

RORY: But why would you do that?

DOYLE: I don't know! It just came out! We were fighting! She was miserable and not sleeping, and just sitting at that craft table hot-gluing bead after bead after bead, and then when I tried to take the glue gun out of her hand, all hell broke loose!

RORY: Oh, boy.

DOYLE: And she kicked me out, told me to leave. I came here.

RORY: That sucks.

DOYLE: I drank a lot.

RORY: Love sucks!

DOYLE: I would have bought a car for that woman.

RORY: Me too.

DOYLE: Now I have to move out.

RORY: Me too!

DOYLE: You too what?

RORY: I have to move out of Logan's apartment.

DOYLE: Why?

RORY [rolls her eyes]: Because Logan had many, many blondes for Thanksgiving.

DOYLE: That sounds terrible. Did you love him?

RORY: Yep.

DOYLE: It's terrible when you love them.

RORY: I don't know where I'm going to go.

DOYLE: I'm staying with two guys who have black-light posters on every single wall. It's depressing.

RORY: Well, you guys will get back together. I mean, you and Paris are perfect for each other.

DOYLE: Yeah, I mean, there are socks hanging everywhere! I don't even know if they're clean socks. They're just hanging. I wonder what Paris is doing now.

RORY: I wonder how long 'till Logan sleeps with somebody else. Bet he already has. [She downs her drink.] Oh. Empty. Sad.

BARTENDER: How are we doing?

RORY: Fine. Fine!

DOYLE: I want to die.

RORY: I want more. You want more?

DOYLE: Uh huh!

RORY [looking in her purse]: Rats, I'm out of money.

DOYLE: Oh.

RORY: I had to take a cab back from New York, so of course, I have no drinking money.

DOYLE: I've got money! It's in something in my pants. Somewhere down here in this general area. I'll hold still while you look.

RORY: No, that's okay. I'm going to go. [She gets up and grabs her briefcase.]

DOYLE: Yeah? Okay. I'll go too. [He stands up.] Oh, bad move. Bad, bad move.

RORY: Come on, I got you.

[She helps him walk outside.]

RORY: Doyle, use your feet!

DOYLE: It's cold. I'm cold!

RORY: You want my coat?

DOYLE: Okay. [Rory takes her coat off and helps him put it on.] This is lovely.

RORY: Thank you.

DOYLE: Okay, well. Thanks for the company.

RORY: Yeah, you too.

DOYLE: Bye Rory.

RORY: Bye Doyle. [They hug. Doyle starts to kiss her neck. Rory straightens up, shocked.] Uh, Doyle? [She pushes him away.] Doyle! What are you doing?

DOYLE: Um -

RORY: You were kissing my neck!

DOYLE: Oh, God. I was. I was kissing your neck, and I was nuzzling you!

RORY: There was definitely nuzzling!

DOYLE: I'm so sorry! I don't know what came over me.

RORY: And you used your tongue!

DOYLE: I just miss her so much!

RORY: Doyle, go home!

DOYLE: I don't have a home!

RORY: Yes you do! You have a home with black-light posters and dirty socks! I don't have a home!

DOYLE: Oh. Right.

RORY: Night, Doyle. [She walks away, muttering.] Oh my God, could this day get any worse?

 

LORELAI'S HOUSE

[Lorelai is on the floor, scrubbing. The phone rings.]

LORELAI: Yeah?

CHRIS: Lor.

LORELAI: Ah, well, if it isn't Da Vinci's daddy.

CHRIS: How's the floor?

LORELAI: Very... festive?

CHRIS: I'm sorry about that, I'll pay to have a floor guy come and fix it.

LORELAI: Oh, don't worry about it. The house was too perfect. Now it's lived in.

CHRIS: Yeah. Well.

LORELAI: You're awfully quiet. Gigi got a gun on you or something?

CHRIS: I'm sorry, Lor.

LORELAI: Oh, Chris.

CHRIS: I was so far out of line.

LORELAI: Don't worry about it.

CHRIS: Everything you said, you were so right.

LORELAI: I hate when that happens.

CHRIS: Gigi is completely out of control. I can't say no to her. I'm just - I'm just so - I don't know. I'm so mad at Sherry for taking off like that. I mean, who leaves a kid?

LORELAI: Well.

CHRIS: Yes, I know. I left a kid. I tell you, Lor. I don't think I really got how you felt about me until now, because I want to kill Sherry!

LORELAI: I never wanted to kill you. I wanted to key your car. Which I did once, by the way.

CHRIS: It's not right that Gigi doesn't get a mom. It's not right that all she has is me. What a super bargain that is.

LORELAI: Oh, Chris, come on.

CHRIS: I don't want her to feel like she's missing anything. I want her to be happy.

LORELAI: I know!

CHRIS: I can't get her into a school. No one will take her. They say she's uncontrollable and aggressive and all sorts of other horrible sounding terms.

LORELAI: Well, school is overrated. Ask Abraham Lincoln.

CHRIS: I suck as a dad.

LORELAI: No, you don't. Look, I get the single parent guilt, but in the end, Gigi needs you to say no.

CHRIS: I know. I've ruined her.

LORELAI: You haven't ruined her. It's not too late!

CHRIS: Are you sure?

LORELAI: I'm positive! You can turn this around. I know you can. You're a great guy with a great heart. You just need to be a little tougher.

CHRIS: Yeah.

LORELAI: I'll help you. Anyway I can. I promise. We'll fix this.

CHRIS: You're amazing, Lor.

LORELAI: Only in the true sense of the word.

CHRIS: Thanks for being around.

LORELAI: Any time.

[At Chris' house, we hear a crash and Gigi screaming.]

CHRIS [sighs]: I gotta -

LORELAI: I know. Go. [She hangs up.]

 

PARIS' APARTMENT

[Rory reaches the top of the stairs and knocks on Paris' door.]

PARIS [from inside]: Get the bowls and the chopsticks ready, guys. Somebody pick a movie already! [She opens the door and looks reproachfully at Rory.] I thought you were Hing Yee’s.

RORY: Sorry.

PARIS: What do you want?

RORY: Can I talk to you for a sec?

PARIS: Fine. [She closes the door to remove the chain and lets her in.]

RORY: Where is everybody?

PARIS: I ordered food for ten and I didn't want the delivery guy to look at me like I was a hog. I don't need to display my pathetic-ness to the world.

RORY: You're not pathetic, Paris.

PARIS: Doyle and I broke up.

RORY: I know. I sort of ran into Doyle earlier.

PARIS: Oh, yeah?

RORY: Yeah. He looked pretty upset.

PARIS: I don't care.

RORY: Okay.

PARIS: So, is that why you came over here? Because you heard that we broke up?

RORY: Well, yes.

PARIS [shakes her head]: You're a really good friend. [She walks over and hugs her.]

RORY: Oh, not really.

PARIS: I throw you out. I treat you like dirt. No one else can stand me, but you come over to make sure I'm all right.

RORY: Oh, well, Paris.

PARIS: Yeah.

RORY: In the name of full disclosure I should tell you, Logan and I broke up too. Today. I'm moving out.

PARIS: How come?

RORY: He cheated on me. With an entire wedding party.

PARIS: Nice.

RORY: Yeah.

PARIS: Men suck.

RORY: They do suck.

PARIS: Can't count on them. They never have your back.

RORY: No, they don't.

PARIS: They make you love them and they let you down and you're walking around with a stomachache for the next six months.

RORY: Is that how long it lasts?

PARIS: I don't know. I hope it's only six months.

RORY: Yeah, me too.

PARIS: You can stay here. You know. If you want.

RORY: Really?

PARIS: Sure. Take the big bedroom if you want, I've been sleeping at my crafts table lately.

RORY: Thanks, Paris.

PARIS: Sure. You hungry? I've got food coming.

RORY: Starving.

PARIS: Hey, I just realized, when the food arrives now I really can ask someone to get the bowls. [Rory nods.] Silver lining, huh?

RORY: Sure is.

 

LORELAI'S HOUSE

[Lorelai is reading in bed. Her phone rings.]

LORELAI: Hello?

RORY: Hey, it's me.

LORELAI: Hey you! How was the wedding?

RORY: Sucko. I've got a new address for you.

LORELAI: Uh-oh.

________________________END_________________________

Kikavu ?

Au total, 61 membres ont visionné cet épisode ! Ci-dessous les derniers à l'avoir vu...

Cline5588 
02.03.2022 vers 12h

FeeEli37 
08.06.2021 vers 09h

pilato 
04.10.2020 vers 16h

jptruelove 
28.02.2020 vers 10h

Lolo19 
19.07.2019 vers 20h

ficoujyca 
15.02.2019 vers 22h

Derniers commentaires

Avant de poster un commentaire, clique ici pour t'identifier.

stephe  (24.06.2020 à 21:29)

oui et en plus Lorelai n'avait que 17 ans !! Chris est agaçant cette saison ! je l'aimais bien au début, mais il est de pire en pire! 

et pareil, les répétitions de mariage ?! mais à qui ça sert? lol  et les demoiselles  sont vraiments cruches en effet ! Logan a encore foiré! 

Zach est trèèès extreme en effet! 

labelette  (24.06.2020 à 21:00)

Outch, le mariage d'Honor ! Qu'elles sont cruches les demoiselles d'honneur... Et pas seulement parce qu'elles gaffent sur Logan... Ca engendre une rupture Logan / Rory, à la Ross et Rachel. 

Le bon côté (il faut essayer d'en voir un), c'est que ça rapproche Rory et Paris !

Je n'ai jamais compris pourquoi les Américains font des répétitions de leur mariage !

Zach veut rejouer dans le groupe et se rabibocher avec Lane. Et sa solution, c'est de la demander en mariage ! Un peu extrême, mais ça marche.

La fille de Chris, une vraie peste et Lorelai a bien fait de le lui dire, même s'il n'a pas apprécié. Il m'énerve un peu à dire que c'est difficile pour un parent célibataire (même si c'est vrai), car c'est ce que Lorelai a vécu il a des années.

Contributeurs

Merci aux 6 rédacteurs qui ont contribué à la rédaction de cette fiche épisode

cappie02 
labelette 
loveseries 
Marion 
sarah 
stephe 
Activité récente

Calendriers
08.03.2024

Automne
02.02.2024

Été
02.02.2024

Printemps
31.01.2024

Hiver
31.01.2024

S08E04 Automne
17.01.2024

Musiques
15.01.2024

Actualités
Lauren Graham & Yanic Truesdale

Lauren Graham & Yanic Truesdale
Le 16 mars, l'actrice Lauren Graham (alias Lorelai)fête ses 57 ans! Le 17 mars, l'acteur Yanic...

Calendrier de mars

Calendrier de mars
Le calendrier du mois de mars par Sonmi451 est dès à présent disponible!Pour voir en taille réelle,...

Calendrier de février

Calendrier de février
Le calendrier du mois de février par Sonmi451 est dès à présent disponible!Pour voir en taille...

Bonne Année 2024 !

Bonne Année 2024 !
Je vous souhaite à tousune bonne année 2024 !Que vos souhaits se réalisentQue cette année vous amène...

Calendrier de janvier

Calendrier de janvier
Le calendrier du mois de janvier par Sonmi451 est dès à présent disponible!Pour voir en taille...

Newsletter

Les nouveautés des séries et de notre site une fois par mois dans ta boîte mail ?

Inscris-toi maintenant

HypnoRooms

Locksley, 25.03.2024 à 20:10

Pas beaucoup de promo... Et si vous en profitiez pour commenter les news ou pour faire vivre les topics ? Bonne soirée sur la citadelle !

choup37, 26.03.2024 à 10:09

La bande-annonce de la nouvelle saison de Doctor Who est sortie! Nouvelle saison, nouveau docteur, nouvelle compagne, venez les découvrir

Sas1608, Avant-hier à 18:25

Pour les 20 ans de la série, le quartier de Desperate Housewives change de design ! Venez voir ça !

mnoandco, Hier à 19:49

Nouveau design sur Discovery of Witches, n'hésitez pas un faire un p'tit détour même sans connaître la série.

Sas1608, Aujourd'hui à 07:38

Nouveau design saison 20 sur le quartier de Grey's Anatomy. Venez donner vos avis . Bonne journée !

Viens chatter !