Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- None of this means anything, Rory. - I know.

I run an inn near Stars Hollow.

- He loves you. - He does love me.

Couple of what, I don't know!

I wanna use it now.

Then you run away and treat us as lepers.

- Can I get you something? - I'm fine.

You don't have to buy me anything.

- Is your life all you hoped it would be? - Yes, it is.

Don't look at me.

We did nothing to deserve that. Nothing to earn that.

I am the one twirling the flaming baton.

- You weren't. - What about what I wanted?

Don't be a martyr, Lorelai. And don't be naive.

I know you've heard a lot of talk about it in the past.

- How are you, sweetie? - Great.

I know one thing for sure.

That would definitely be The Compact Oxford English Dictionary...

Over there is a good pizza place. That's the stationery store.

- Why is that so crazy? - Because it is.

His face is too tiny for his head. I just wanna toss him out.

Then I asked Rory, and she very reluctantly confirmed it.

And in an effort to further chronicle this balcony's history...

There's just been a lot of schmutzing going on.

- I was tying up the loose ends of my life. - Do they make that much string?

- You wigged? - Yeah, I'm a little wigged.

- You recant that. - You're spilling my drink.

Why don't we go to the dining room?

There's a misspelled-tattoo incident that I'm sure he'd like to erase from his bio.

We were too young and wouldn't have made it. You know that.

We should commemorate it with an oil painting...

- Impregnating me with Rory? - This has taken a very weird turn.

He just stood there looking hurt with the paint and the chairs.

My worst fashion choices, my big-hair days...

- You owe my daughter an apology. - An apology? That is rich.

whenever I do, it's always Christopher.

Where were you?

- Fred Mertz? - I Love Lucy, Fred Mertz.

- Whose game is it? - It's my friend Dean's.

We ordered Chinese food. It should be here soon.