T5E20: “How Many Kropogs to Cape Cod?”
Título em Português: “A Distância Até Cape Cod”
Roteiro: Bill Prady e Rebecca Rand Kirshner
Direção: Jamie Babbit
Originalmente exibido em: 3 de maio de 2005
LORELAI'S HOUSE
[Lorelai sits quietly at the kitchen table, feet up, cordless phone to her ear. Her eyes move back and forth over the floor. Switch to Rory's dorm. She is doing the same thing. Camera pans out back at Lorelai's to show that she is watching an automatic vacuum roll around. So is Rory.]
LORELAI
So is this more or less fun than watching the same T.V. show at the same time?
RORY
I think it's more.
LORELAI
You know, if we died right now, and decomposed, it would vacuum us up and no one would ever know.
RORY
Freaky.
OPENING CREDITS
YALE DORMS - RORY'S COMMON ROOM
[Paris enters from outside, wearing a pink bathrobe and toweling her hair.]
PARIS
[singing]
I'm walking on sunshine! Whoa! I’m walking on sunshine, whoa! I’m walking on sunshine, whoa! And don’t it feel good! Hey, all right!
[Rory emerges from her bedroom.]
RORY
Hey!
PARIS
What?
RORY
Learn a new song, or I am tying you to a chair and putting Hotel Rwanda on again.
PARIS
It’s love, baby. Deal. [She brushes her hair.]
RORY
You’re not going to use that as a microphone, are you?
PARIS
Oh, no, Reverend has the town band dancing and singing? [Paris grins.] I’m really happy.
RORY
Doyle, I assume?
PARIS
You know, he calls me his girlfriend now with no visible shaking.
RORY
I’m happy you’re happy.
PARIS
So, how are things with Logan?
RORY
[smiling]
You want to hand me that hairbrush?
PARIS
Look at us. We’re happy, we have boyfriends! This is infinitely better than any mood stabilizer I have ever been on.
[Someone knocks on the door.]
RORY
Oh, shoot, what time is it?
PARIS
It’s Hammer time.
RORY
It’s Logan. Hairbrushes down.
PARIS
You got it.
[Rory walks over and opens the door.]
LOGAN
Evening, Ace.
RORY
Hi.
[They kiss.]
PARIS
Nice. Very nice.
RORY
Hey, you want to see my room? It’s far away from here.
LOGAN
Super idea.
[They go into her room and close the door. They kiss some more.]
RORY
Hello.
LOGAN
Hello.
RORY
What are you thinking about?
LOGAN
Whether or not you’ve ever woken up with Paris standing over you with a knife.
RORY
Not recently. She’s been in a good mood.
LOGAN
Why is that?
RORY
Because she’s in love.
LOGAN
With Doyle?
RORY
Yes, with Doyle. And do not mock or make fun, because when Paris is happy, the whole world is happy. But when she’s not happy, the whole world is Deadwood.
LOGAN
Got it. You hungry?
RORY
Yes, I’m starving. Just let me get my sweater. [She opens her closet.] Hey, what do you think of this dress? Does it look newspaper-y enough?
LOGAN
What?
RORY
I’m trying to figure out what to wear on my first day at the paper.
LOGAN
Ah, the internship rears its ugly head again.
RORY
I want to look professional but not too Lois Lane-y, and I don’t want to look like a college kid.
LOGAN
You are a college kid.
RORY
Not on Monday. On Monday, I am a newspaper woman. And I have to look like a newspaper woman.
LOGAN
Whatever you wear will be fine.
RORY
I’m so excited. [She hangs up the dress.]
LOGAN
I can tell.
RORY
Oh. Last night, I couldn’t sleep, so I Googled your father.
LOGAN
Excuse me?
RORY
Twelve thousand fifty three items came up. I could only pull up a couple thousand, but it really helped. [She holds up the stack of papers, flipping through them. Logan looks amused and a little disturbed.] He was born in 1953, Episcopalian, second of four children, oldest boy, Yale undergrad, star of the track team. No grad school. Interesting. Then he had a couple of lost years. Kind of a blank period, a little Jesus thing going on there. Worked as a reporter and editor for two of the Huntzberger papers before taking over as CEO of the company!
LOGAN
Uh –
RORY
I mean, when you look at all these accomplishments, the man must never sleep!
LOGAN
Well –
RORY
Ah. Mm-hm, four hours a night. Just like Clinton.
LOGAN
You don’t have a wall in a secret room with pictures of my father pasted all over it, do you?
RORY
Logan, I’m going to be interning for him. I need to know everything about him. Is he an egghead? Because he seems very roll-up-the-sleeves-y. But he’s written about everything, from foreign affairs, domestic policies. He had a wine column, for God’s sake. I should learn more about wine.
LOGAN
Look, Rory –
RORY
What are his politics? He’s unbelievably neutral in his writing! Right wing, left wing, middle wing. Oh, the man was short-listed for the Pulitzer for covering the Iranian hostage crisis when he was twenty-five!
LOGAN
Yeah, I heard something about that.
RORY
Twenty-five! How did he do that? Especially considering his lost years? He’s a born journalist. I mean, what does he read? What papers, what journals? Come on, tell me something.
LOGAN
He hates peas.
RORY
Logan, I need your help here.
LOGAN
Rory, my dad and I basically have two conversations. ‘Logan, you’re not living up to your potential’ and ‘Logan, when you’re sailing close-hauled, wait until you gain that last bit of boat speed before you pull in the jib sheet.’ That’s it.
RORY
But –
LOGAN
Ace! You’ve learned more about my father in one night than I’ve learned in my whole life! Don’t worry. You’re going to be fine! Now, I thought we’ve established that we’re both starving.
RORY
Yes, we have. Let’s go.
[She puts down her notes on Mitchum, grabs her sweater and turns to leave. She remembers something else, and turns around to write it down.]
RORY
Oh! Wait! Your dad covered Haiti in 1985. Must learn more about Haiti. Got it. Okay, let’s go. Hey, have you ever discussed Pinochet with him? Because one time he wrote –
LOGAN
Peas, Ace. Peas.
RORY
Right. Sorry.
[He directs her out the door.]
YALE CLASSROOM
[Rory and classmates sit around a large round table. The professor lectures.]
PROFESSOR
As we move on from the empiricist to the rationalist, it would be good to start thinking about the differences between the A posteriori truths, and the Apriority truths of the rationalist, which exists independent of experience. So for Wednesday if you would all take a crack at the first five chapters of Spinoza’s Ethics. That is, those of you who’s entire weekend won’t be consumed by books on wine and Haiti.
[He gestures at the stack of reference books piled in front of Rory.]
RORY
Yes. My interests are teasingly diverse.
PROFESSOR
Whatever. See you all on Wednesday.
[The students pack up their things. Rory’s cell phone rings.]
RORY
Hello?
[Scene cuts from the classroom to Stars Hollow Street, where Lorelai is walking.]
LORELAI
Ah, thank God. Did you return the blue sweater?
RORY
Oh, no.
LORELAI
Answer, please.
RORY
Two days ago.
LORELAI
Why?
RORY
Why? Because two days ago you asked me to take it back. Demanded me, in fact.
LORELAI
And suddenly you’re just so freakin’ reliable, you just hop to it and do whatever I say?
RORY
I’ve always been freakin’ reliable. It’s how I was raised.
LORELAI
Oh, so blame me.
RORY
I am not returning the blue sweater again, so don’t think about asking.
LORELAI
But I want it, I need it.
RORY
I’ve already returned the Capri pants twice. I’ve tried to return a couple of your other items that were all sales final, which makes me look retail simple. And this is not the first, but the second time I will have returned the blue sweater.
LORELAI
Ooh, the Capri pants. Have you taken those back yet?
RORY
I can’t show my face in any stores in New Haven. They think I’m Paper Mooning them.
LORELAI
[proud]
Oh, she was very cute in Paper Moon. You’re very cute, too.
RORY
Calling me cute is not going to persuade me. And I have classes. A life.
LORELAI
Monday afternoon. That’s your free time, right? I remember some bragging to that effect. Go back on Monday.
RORY
Oh. Well, Monday used to be free.
LORELAI
Used to be? It’s not free anymore?
RORY
I guess we haven’t talked in a couple of days. Um, I actually got an internship.
LORELAI
Really?
RORY
Kind of an important high-profile one.
LORELAI
Wow! That’s great!
RORY
It’s for a newspaper in Stamford that Logan’s dad acquired. He offered me the spot himself.
LORELAI
Logan’s dad.
RORY
Yeah. It was kind of out of the blue.
LORELAI
So when did you hear?
RORY
Just a few days ago. I forgot I hadn’t told you, I start on Monday.
LORELAI
Wow, congratulations!
RORY
It’s a pretty amazing opportunity.
LORELAI
Yeah, sounds like it. You’ll be having lunch with the off-bet editors from the Times. Hanging out with Peter Jennings. Dan Rather will be valet parking your car.
RORY
Yeah, it’s more likely that I’ll be pulling wire reports off the AP machine, but sure.
LORELAI
Good, good. So, no worries on the blue sweater front.
RORY
It’s off my radar screen.
LORELAI
Really? So you’re really not going to make the effort?
RORY
I’ll see if I can swing by on Tuesday.
LORELAI
Just send your assistant. You’re getting an assistant, right?
RORY
Oh, I’m sure. I’ll see you Friday night.
LORELAI
Bye, hon.
RORY
Bye.
STARS HOLLOW – TWICKHAM HOUSE
[Luke walks into the diorama room.]
LUKE
Taylor?
TAYLOR
[OS]
Hello, is someone out there?
LUKE
Where are you, Taylor?
TAYLOR
[OS]
Over here! I can’t move!
[Luke wanders through the room, notices the horse mannequin with the Jebediah family on top of it. Taylor’s hand waves from underneath the pile.]
LUKE
Oh, I have got to get a camera.
[He walks over to look at Taylor.]
LUKE
How in the hell did you do this?
TAYLOR
I was doing a little light dusting, and was toying with the idea of repositioning the horse’s hindquarters, and the whole thing came tumbling down.
LUKE
You can’t leave anything alone, can you?
TAYLOR
Are you going to help me, or not? I feel like I’ve been lying here for days.
LUKE
You have not been lying here for days. Kirk came into the diner two hours ago.
TAYLOR
You waited two hours to come and get me?
LUKE
I have a business. I can’t come running every time a family of mannequins decides to attack you.
[He starts to lift the horse off of Taylor.]
TAYLOR
Ow!
LUKE
Just lie still.
TAYLOR
Oh, this is so humiliating.
LUKE
Taylor, don’t you think it’s time?
TAYLOR
Time for what?
LUKE
You’ve been trapped under the Jebediahs for two hours and no one has come in here.
TAYLOR
What’s your point, Luke?
LUKE
My point is the museum’s a bust.
TAYLOR
Well, I’ll admit. Attendance is low.
LUKE
No one is coming!
TAYLOR
I was reading an article about the power of bus bench ads for getting the word out. Very big in the music industry. Apparently the rapper, Fitty Cent, swears by them.
LUKE
Taylor, come on. Isn’t it time to sell? Let somebody who really wants this place have it!
TAYLOR
I guess it is. I had such dreams.
LUKE
There’ll be other dreams.
TAYLOR
I guess. You can resume your attempts to get me out of here.
LUKE
You’re definitely ready to sell the house?
TAYLOR
Yes.
LUKE
Then let’s get you out of here.
ELDER GILMORE’S HOUSE
[Emily, Richard and Rory are eating dinner.]
RORY
Tennis lessons? That sounds great, Grandma.
EMILY
I’ve always liked tennis. And I have to say, I’m excited by the prospect of getting some good, healthy exercise.
RICHARD
I’m excited by the prospect of those fetching tennis costumes.
EMILY
Richard, not in front of Rory.
RORY
Oh, I’m fairly worldly now, Grandma.
RICHARD
She was a heck of a tennis player in her day. And very competitive.
EMILY
I wasn’t that competitive.
RICHARD
This woman was kicked off the field hockey team in Smith for elbowing Ceci Everetts in the neck.
EMILY
She got in my way.
RICHARD
And this happened in the parking lot after the game.
EMILY
Now, now. Rory, tell us a little more about this internship. It sounds very exciting.
RORY
Well, all I really know is that I’m going to be shadowing Mitchum Huntzberger, just to sort of learn and observe, plus pitching in here and there.
RICHARD
You are going to learn a hell of a lot.
EMILY
It was very sweet of Logan to arrange this for you.
RORY
Well, actually, Mitchum Huntzberger offered it to me himself.
EMILY
[impressed]
Really?
RICHARD
Now, how about that? He just called you up? Your reputation for excellence preceded you?
RORY
Well, he came by Yale, actually. I had met him when I had dinner at his house, and then –
EMILY
Dinner? What dinner?
RORY
Um, just a dinner that Logan took me to.
RICHARD
At the Huntzbergers’ house?
RORY
Well, yes.
EMILY
When? When?
RORY
About a week ago, I guess.
RICHARD
Good Lord.
EMILY
Richard, it’s already been a week!
RICHARD
We need to invite him right away!
RORY
Who?
EMILY
Logan! The ball’s been dropped!
RICHARD
I’ll put an invite in the mail first thing tomorrow.
EMILY
We really should have had him over first. We probably should call him as well.
RICHARD
We could messenger it in by tonight, it isn’t even eight.
RORY
Well, it’s really nice of you to want to have him over, really, but you don’t need to.
EMILY
Rory, if you could mention it to him yourself, preferably tonight, I’ll get a note over to him tomorrow.
RICHARD
He’ll need a choice of dates.
EMILY
I’ll get my book.
RICHARD
I’ll get mine, too.
[They get up and rush off.]
EMILY
Rory!
RORY
Mm! Oh, call him now!
RICHARD
Right now, right now, right now.
RORY
Oh, okay!
[She gets up and goes to the phone. Scene cuts between the Gilmore’s living room and Logan’s dorm, where he is reading on the couch.]
LOGAN
Hello?
RORY
Listen. You’re going to be getting a note from the Gilmores sometime soon. Maybe in the mail, maybe hand delivered tonight. For all I know, a carrier pigeon is heading for your room as we speak. You might want to open your window.
LOGAN
Why is a carrier pigeon heading here?
RORY
They want to have you over for dinner.
LOGAN
Oh.
RORY
They’re flipping out about it. She’s sending an apology for being so remiss as to wait one whole week since I had dinner at your house to extend an invitation. I mean, they’re losing it. So I’m calling to warn you, and, I want you to know, I didn’t suggest us having dinner with them or encourage it in any way. And I definitely did not refer to you as my b-word in front of them or even imply it in any way. Because, you know, I’m really happy with the way things have been going and I don’t want any pressure put on us, and I’m sorry, and I think I already said that, and that’s it.
LOGAN
What are the odds of getting out of this?
RORY
Pretty much zero.
LOGAN
Then let’s do it.
RORY
Really?
LOGAN
Yeah, it won’t be so bad.
RORY
Well, you are a true gentleman. [She hears a bang from Logan’s end of the phone.] Oh, my God, what was that?
LOGAN
Carrier pigeon. Should have opened the window.
RORY
Not funny.
LOGAN
Kinda funny.
RORY
[smiling]
Bye.
LOGAN
Bye.
LUKE’S DINER
[Luke serves Lorelai dinner.]
LUKE
Burger rare, cheddar cheese, barbecue sauce on the side.
LORELAI
Oh, hey, save Rory some lemon pie.
LUKE
Rory’s coming in tonight?
LORELAI
Yeah, she’s going to see Lane’s band play at Positively Four Street tonight. They have the coveted three in the morning slot.
LUKE
I hear that’s how Zeppelin started.
LORELAI
Yeah, her genius plan is to come home, go to bed early, set the clock for two, get up and go rock.
LUKE
Solid plan.
LORELAI
Yes, except that when the clock goes off at two, she will be dead asleep and won’t hear it. I, however, will. I will then proceed to get up, drag myself downstairs, recreating a classic Zucker Brothers moment and then I’ll shake her awake. She’ll get up, throw on some jeans, a t-shirt, and no make-up and look like a Neutrogena ad, whereas once she leaves, I’ll pass out on the couch, too exhausted to make it all the way upstairs, and in the morning I will have bags under my eyes that should have Tumi stamped on them. I love being a mom. [They see some men carrying a mannequin down the street.] Aw. Are the guys in town unusually lonely these days?
LUKE
No, they’re from the museum. I think they’re getting ready to close it.
LORELAI
Close it? No! Why?
LUKE
Oh, well, you know, no one was going.
LORELAI
I was going.
LUKE
Oh, well, you went once.
LORELAI
No, I was going to go again! Just as soon as the nightmares about the ‘I love Jesus’ mannequin subsided.
LUKE
Well, you saw it once.
LORELAI
[sighs]
I guess.
[Rory enters.]
RORY
Here’s your sweater, and I hope you’re happy, because the saleswoman called me a name. Where’s my pie?
LORELAI
Luke! Pie!
[She pulls the sweater out of the bag and wrinkles her nose.]
LORELAI
What do we think?
RORY
It’s great.
LORELAI
Huh.
RORY
No.
LORELAI
I thought it was light blue.
RORY
No, it was dark blue.
LORELAI
Oh. Did they have one that was light blue?
RORY
You are officially banned from ever shopping in New Haven again.
LORELAI
Well, thank God I have you to do it for me.
[Luke brings over Rory’s pie.]
RORY
Hey, Luke. You’re the only one I like around here at the moment.
LUKE
Right back at you.
LORELAI
Okay, so, other than your stylist duties, what else is going on in the life of the young and hopeful?
RORY
I’m considering taking Russian.
LORELAI
Oh, very practical. How’s Logan?
RORY
He’s fine. Grandma and Grandpa invited him to dinner.
LORELAI
You’re kidding.
RORY
It was actually less of an invite and more of a freak-out. They heard about the dinner I went to.
LORELAI
Heard how much?
RORY
The Reader’s Digest version.
LORELAI
Got it.
RORY
Apparently they’ve already exceeded the polite reciprocal invite window, and if he doesn’t come to dinner soon, Grandma has to give back her pearls.
LORELAI
Wow. So, um, when is this dinner happening?
RORY
Three dates were proposed. Logan’s picking one of them.
LORELAI
Huh. So it should be an interesting evening.
RORY
Yep. I’ll take notes and pictures.
LORELAI
Cool, okay. You do that.
LORELAI’S HOUSE – RORY’S BEDROOM
[The digital clock says it is 12:30. Lorelai suddenly pounces on sleeping Rory. Rory whines.]
LORELAI
I want to go to dinner.
RORY
Where’s the clock?
LORELAI
I mean, you said that I could meet Logan properly, and you know how good I am when there’s food involved!
RORY
Twelve thirty!
LORELAI
I mean, is there a reason I wasn’t invited?
RORY
Ah. Can’t we talk about this tomorrow?
LORELAI
It is tomorrow. I just don’t think it’s right that they get first dibs on him. I mean, I am your mom, and we are very close, in case you haven’t heard, and I should get to know him first!
RORY
Grandma and Grandpa already know him!
LORELAI
Huh! Okay, so they have a head start! Fine. But I bet they won’t know him, know him like I will know him if you let me go to dinner.
RORY
I didn’t think you’d want to come to dinner.
LORELAI
Why not?
RORY
Well, it’s at their house, first of all, and I don’t know how you feel about the Logan situation.
LORELAI
Hey, this guy is in your life and I want to know him. Don’t you want me to know him?
RORY
Of course I want you to know him.
LORELAI
Okay, so –
RORY
I’d love for you to come to dinner.
LORELAI
Great! Good. You call Grandma for me. [She gets up and heads out the door.]
RORY
No way!
LORELAI
[startled, turns around]
Why not?
RORY
You want to come to dinner, you call Grandma!
LORELAI
But I’m not talking to Grandma.
RORY
Well, you’re going to have to talk to her if you come to dinner!
LORELAI
No, I won’t.
RORY
Mom!
LORELAI
No. I am there to talk to Logan. To get to know him. I mean, other than the fact that he’s blond, rich and straight, I’m out.
RORY
You’re not going to come to dinner and ignore Grandma.
LORELAI
I will not be ignoring her. I just don’t think I’ll get to her.
RORY
What?
LORELAI
Well, I’ve heard through the grapevine that Logan is so chatty that once you get him started there’s no shutting him up.
RORY
Mom, forget it. If you want to go, then you are going to have to call Grandma and tell her that you’re going!
LORELAI
But –
RORY
Now, I have to get up in two hours! So, if you don’t mind, beat it!
LORELAI
But –
RORY
Hey! Sleeping!
[Rory shoos Lorelai out of her room. Lorelai turns on the light as she leaves.]
RORY
Mom!
LORELAI
[flips it back off]
Sorry!
STAMFORD EAGLE GAZETTE
[Rory gets off the elevator. She looks lost.]
RECEPTIONIST
Can I help you?
RORY
I was just trying to figure out if I’m in the right place.
RECEPTIONIST
Were you hoping to be in some sort of newspaper office?
RORY
Yes, I was. I’m Rory Gilmore, I’m an intern. Mitchum, uh, Mr. Huntzberger, hired me. For nothing, of course, because an intern makes nothing and they’re happy to do it. I’m new.
RECEPTIONIST
Here’s a temporary I.D. Sometime today, stop by and see Al Carson. He’ll take a picture and give you a permanent one.
RORY
I’ve never had a picture I.D. before! I’ll take very good care of it. Is there a fine if you lose it?
RECEPTIONIST
No fine.
RORY
Well, I still won’t lose it. I promise.
RECEPTIONIST
Okay, you need to go see Harry, he deals with interns. [She presses a button on her switchboard.] Good morning, Eagle Gazette. Please hold. [She presses a button again.] Good morning, Eagle Gazette.
RORY
Uh, where do I find Harry?
RECEPTIONIST
[waves her hand toward some cubicles]
I’m sorry, Mr. Wallace won’t be in until this afternoon. Uh-huh.
[Rory wanders toward the cubicles, still looking very lost.]
RORY
Harry? [She waits and then, a little louder] Harry!
[A man stands up.]
HARRY
Who called Harry?
RORY
[waving]
I did! I called Harry! Hi! I’m Rory Gilmore. Um, I’m an intern, I have I.D., and –
HARRY
Okay. This is basically the newsroom. Reporters, support staff over there, the composing room where we do paste-up. It’s called paste-up because it used to be done with –
RORY
Scissors and paste!
HARRY
Right, but now we do it on a Mac. In that cabinet are all our back-issues. ’95 to present are on CD-ROM, earlier on microfiche. If you use the microreader, make sure you turn it off, because the bulb is too hot and melts the stuff.
RORY
[digging in her pockets]
Boy, I sure wish I had a pencil.
HARRY
This is Tom Firth’s desk. He writes Firth Things First on the op-ed. That’s Ed Rose, circulation, advertising. In case of fire, stairs are that way. This is the kitchen. Coffee, stale donuts. If you finish a pot, you make a new one.
MAN
[calls from OS]
Harry!
HARRY
Be right back.
[Rory is impressed by the coffee room. She pours herself a cup, takes out her camera phone and poses by the water cooler to take a photo of herself. She hears a commotion outside the door.]
WOMAN
Is he here yet?
MAN
Huntzberger’s here.
[The staff huddle around nervously.]
HARRY
Huntzberger’s here.
RORY
Where?
HARRY
He’s one of those guys there.
RORY
Yeah, in the middle. Striped tie.
HARRY
You know Huntzberger?
RORY
Yes.
HARRY
Really? What’s he like?
RORY
Um, Episcopalian. Second of four children, oldest boy. And um, hates peas.
[A man, assumed to be the previous manager of the newspaper, is giving Mitchum a tour.]
MANAGER
This is Stan Mercer, circulation. Les Cavanaugh, city beat. Stephanie Fitz-Simmons, photo editor. And this is Patel [pause] Kandrasaskar. He’s our resident computer whiz.
MITCHUM
Okay. Lot of people, lot of names, and I promise I’ll learn some of them. [The staff laughs politely.] We’ll talk more about this at the general meeting, but I want you people to understand that the Huntzberger Publishing Group isn’t going to change what you do. We’re going to help you do what you do better. All right, I want to get all the department heads gathered in the conference room in ten minutes. Someone make some coffee. Rory?
RORY
Yes sir?
MITCHUM
You ready to shadow me?
RORY
Yes, sir!
MITCHUM
Let’s go.
[They start walking down the hall. Rory stops to set down her coffee, turns around and they are gone. She turns to Harry.]
RORY
Did you see where they went?
[Harry shrugs. Rory looks upset and takes off down one of the halls.]
DRAGONFLY INN – FRONT DESK
[Lorelai is glaring at the phone. She finally picks it up and dials a number. After one ring, Emily picks up.]
EMILY
Hello?
[Lorelai opens her mouth, but no sound comes out.]
EMILY
Hello? Who are you looking for? Did you dial the wrong number? You know, it’s very rude to dial someone and then just sit there on the phone without so much as a grunt or a moan.
[Lorelai opens her mouth to speak again.]
EMILY
I mean, as far as perverted phone calls go, this is a very poor one.
LORELAI
[sighs]
Mom, hello.
EMILY
Lorelai? Is Rory okay?
LORELAI
Yeah, Rory’s fine.
EMILY
Did somebody die? Who died?
LORELAI
Nobody died, Mom. Everyone we know is fine.
EMILY
Then why are you calling?
LORELAI
Well, I was wondering –
EMILY
Yes.
LORELAI
I just wanted to give you a heads up that I was thinking I might come to Friday night dinner. [Pause.] Mom, hello?
EMILY
When?
LORELAI
Um, Friday night?
EMILY
This Friday night?
LORELAI
Yes.
EMILY
The night that Logan Huntzberger is coming to dinner.
LORELAI
I guess. Sure.
EMILY
Well, that’s quite a coincidence, isn’t it? That Logan’s coming to dinner the night that you’re suddenly free.
LORELAI
Well, I guess so.
EMILY
Do you really think that it’s going to work this way?
LORELAI
What way?
EMILY
That you just check the itinerary and pick which Friday night dinners you’ll deign to come to, and which ones you won’t?
LORELAI
I am not picking. It just happened that this Friday I –
EMILY
Did you wait ‘till we have a guest like the Pope for dinner and then say, oh, yes, well, now it’s worth my while to have dinner with my family, I get to meet the Pope.
LORELAI
You’re Protestant, Mom.
EMILY
You do not get to cherry-pick which Friday night dinners you attend. It does not work that way. It’s never worked that way.
LORELAI
I wasn’t cherry-picking.
EMILY
If you come to this dinner, you come to them all. That’s the deal.
LORELAI
Well, I’m really not sure that I’m free every Friday night from now through eternity.
EMILY
If you come to this dinner then you come to them all. That’s the deal.
LORELAI
As I said before, I’m just not sure about my schedule –
EMILY
Well, I’ll tell you what. You go check that schedule of yours. If you show up on Friday night, the night that Logan Huntzberger happens to be here, then I’ll assume that you’ve discovered that your Fridays, at least for the foreseeable future, are free. Good-bye.
[She hangs up the phone.]
STAMFORD EAGLE GAZETTE
[Mitchum and his colleagues are walking through the building, talking business. Rory is struggling to keep up.]
MITCHUM
I’m saying it’s these little costs that’s having you drop your hard correspondents. How much are you paying for syndicated features? You run Dear Abby, and Ann Landers, and Ask Vicky. How many different ways do the people in this community need to hear ‘honey, he ain’t going to change, dump his ass.’?
[Rory, several paces behind the group, takes off her heeled shoes and jogs a little bit to catch up.]
MANAGER
I’d like to get that physical plant tour in before five.
MITCHUM
Well, if we’re in a holding pattern, why don’t you start getting into those circulation issues?
[The other men leave Mitchum alone with Rory. He is reading a file.]
RORY
Wow. The ability to run a four minute mile would come in pretty handy right about now, huh?
MITCHUM
Sorry?
RORY
A four minute mile?
MITCHUM
[looks up, confused]
I don’t follow.
RORY
At Yale. Uh, track and field. You ran a four minute mile.
MITCHUM
Oh. Right.
RORY
That’s fast. Four minute mile, whoosh!
MANAGER
[emerging from the conference room]
Dan’s going to need another ten. Why don’t I take you into Ron Stone’s, we’ll talk some advertising.
MITCHUM
Let’s do it.
[They walk into a nearby office. Rory sighs and starts to follow. The door is shut in her face. She is unsure of whether to open the door or not. Harry walks by.]
HARRY
If you’re looking for Huntzberger, he went in there.
[He points at the door.]
RORY
[sarcastic]
Oh, thanks.
[She hesitates on opening the door again, but decides not to. She walks into a nearby cubicle and picks up the phone. Scene cuts to Logan, working on his laptop.]
LOGAN
Hello?
RORY
Help, help, help!
LOGAN
What’s the matter, Ace?
RORY
Nothing! I’ve just won the Spaz of the Year award. I believe it’ll be on the front page of the Gazette tomorrow.
LOGAN
Oh, I’m sure it’s not that bad.
RORY
I don’t know what I’m supposed to do. I don’t know where anybody is. I can’t walk in these shoes. I got a run in my pantyhose. I ran into a file cabinet.
LOGAN
Slow down!
RORY
I didn’t even know if I was supposed to go to lunch when everybody went to lunch, so I just stood in the break room for, like, forty-five minutes! And then I ate an Altoid.
LOGAN
It’s the first day. It’ll get better.
RORY
Your father must think I’m an idiot.
LOGAN
I’m sure he doesn’t.
RORY
I need some help. I need something to say to him other than, ‘yes, the bleeding stopped, thanks’.
LOGAN
Hey, I think that’s pretty good.
RORY
Logan, please. Give me something. Something I can use to connect with him.
LOGAN
I don’t know!
RORY
You do know. This is important to me, Logan. Please?
LOGAN
[sighs]
He likes jazz, but not when it gets too experimental, and he hates when they quote My Favorite Things.
RORY
What?
LOGAN
My Favorite Things, from the Sound of Music.
RORY
[writing on a notepad]
Okay. Good. Go on.
LOGAN
Uh, he lets people go at seven, but he keeps going ‘till eight thirty or nine, and he notices the people who stay. He hates double talk, but he’s really good at it. And, uh, he has high blood pressure so he switches to decaf after four.
RORY
That’s good. That’s almost something.
LOGAN
Don’t worry, Ace, I’m sure you’re doing fine.
RORY
I just don’t want your father to be disappointed in me.
LOGAN
Rory, in order for my dad to be truly disappointed in you, your name would have to be Logan.
RORY
I’m sure that’s not true.
LOGAN
Uh-huh.
RORY
Thanks, Logan.
LOGAN
Go get ‘em, Ace.
[She hangs up and adds to her notes.]
LUKE’S APARTMENT
[Luke serves Lorelai a plate of food.]
LORELAI
Oh my God, this smells good. What is this?
LUKE
It’s nothing. Just some soft-shelled crab amandine on a bed of wild rice.
LORELAI
Okay. There is no sentence in the English language that begins with ‘it’s nothing’ and contains the word amandine. Happy. [Her cell phone rings.] Oh, my God, your girlfriend is so important. [She answers it.] Hello?
RICHARD
Lorelai.
LORELAI
Hey, Dad.
RICHARD
Something very remarkable happened today. I got a call from someone wanting to know if I was Lorelai Gilmore’s father.
LORELAI
Really?
RICHARD
Outside the context of trouble at school, that’s the first time anyone’s ever asked me that.
LORELAI
And why did someone ask you that?
RICHARD
Well, one of our clients is the Durham Group. Do you know them?
LORELAI
They, um, own hotels?
RICHARD
They own boutique inns. The CEO, Mike Armstrong, is good friends with Twee Silverman, who is the publisher of American Travel. It seems there’s quite an article coming out about you and Sookie and your success at the Dragonfly. According to Twee, it’s the cover story of the May issue.
LORELAI
[troubled, to Luke]
The article’s coming out! Uh, Dad, did your guy happen to talk about what’s in the article?
RICHARD
I don’t think he read it. Twee clued him in because she knows he’s always looking for up-and-comers. Apparently, you are an up-and-comer.
LORELAI
[to Luke]
I’m an up-and-comer!
RICHARD
Long story short, Lorelai, Mike Armstrong would like to take a meeting with you.
LORELAI
Why?
RICHARD
Well, he’s in the inn business. I assume he wants to offer you some sort of job.
LORELAI
Dad, I have a job. Apparently you can read all about it in May.
RICHARD
He asked if you traveled much.
LORELAI
He wants to know where I go on vacation?
RICHARD
Well, he was referring to business travel. Perhaps the position involves travel. Do you travel? I wasn’t really sure.
LORELAI
Well, the liquor store is a little further out than I’d like, but –
RICHARD
Lorelai.
LORELAI
Yeah, Dad. I travel. Sometimes.
RICHARD
Well, good! I’ll have my secretary fax the contact information to your home fax tonight and you can call him in the morning.
LORELAI
Dad, I don’t have a home fax.
RICHARD
I don’t see how you can do business on this level and not have a home fax.
LORELAI
Yeah, we’re all confounded by that, yes.
RICHARD
Call my office in the morning. I’m quite proud of you, Lorelai.
LORELAI
Thanks, Dad.
[She flips her phone shut.]
LORELAI
They’re running the article!
LUKE
Good, I’m glad that they’re running the article. I never liked that you pulled it.
LORELAI
Yes, well, if you recall, I pulled it only after I suggested my mother might have been personally responsible for global warming!
LUKE
Are you seriously worried that things might get worse between you and your mother?
LORELAI
Good point.
LUKE
So what’s all this stuff about you traveling?
LORELAI
Oh, some guy my dad knows wants to offer me a job and apparently there’s travel involved.
LUKE
You have a job.
LORELAI
I know, but companies like this would probably want to buy the inn and, I don’t know, keep me on to manage it, or send me out as a consultant.
LUKE
Buy the inn, you just opened the inn!
LORELAI
I know.
LUKE
You don’t want to sell the inn!
LORELAI
I know!
LUKE
I mean, who are these people, coming in from out of the blue with this stuff?
LORELAI
I don’t know. It’s just some guy who called my dad and wants to meet me.
LUKE
Well, this is crazy. You don’t want to meet with this guy.
LORELAI
Luke, I’m not interested, so it doesn’t matter. I have no intention of meeting with this guy. I’m happy with what I’ve got.
LUKE
Good.
[There is silence for a moment. Luke appears to be thinking.]
LUKE
You know what? You should meet with this guy.
LORELAI
My daughter, my sister, my daughter, my sister, my daughter –
LUKE
I’m serious. Even if you’re not interested, I mean, it’s good people are talking about you and your business. I mean, just take the meeting. It’s – it’s contacts. It’s networking. Right? That’s the right word, networking?
LORELAI
I think.
LUKE
Well, then you should network.
LORELAI
All right. Well, I’ll think about it.
LUKE
Good, good.
LORELAI
[pointing at the food]
Good.
[Luke smiles.]
ELDER GILMORE’S HOUSE
[The maid, Beatrice, is setting the table. Emily enters.]
EMILY
Beatrice.
BEATRICE
Yes, ma’am.
EMILY
Do you know what these are?
BEATRICE
Lilies.
EMILY
Fragrant lilies. Would you like to eat dinner with fragrant lilies in the room?
BEATRICE
Yes.
EMILY
Well, then you’re insane! I don’t know how you think my guests are supposed to enjoy their dinner with this floral reek wafting up their noses! Move them to the living room and bring the peonies in here.
BEATRICE
Yes, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.
[She carries the flowers away. Richard enters.]
RICHARD
Everything looks lovely.
EMILY
Does it?
RICHARD
Yes, and so do you. What’s on the dinner menu tonight?
EMILY
[straightening his bow tie]
Roast beef. Oh, I hope Logan’s not some kind of vegetarian.
RICHARD
Well, his grandfather owned ten thousand head of cattle. I sincerely doubt it. You know, I’ve just been thinking. The Huntzbergers will all be transferring down to Martha’s Vineyard soon.
EMILY
Mid-June, every year. I’m sure Logan’s there for some of that.
RICHARD
They have six acres there. It’s quite a spread.
EMILY
They’ve held their share of functions down there, too. Graduations, parties, weddings.
RICHARD
Maybe it’s time for us, Emily.
EMILY
Time for what?
RICHARD
Time to acquire an acreage. A compound for the extended family.
EMILY
A place on Cape Cod!
RICHARD
Our own Kennebunkport. Get it all ready for the next generation.
EMILY
The Cape’s as good as the Vineyard for a wedding.
RICHARD
Or some would say better.
EMILY
Sandier beaches, too. Children love sandy beaches. Just love running and playing on them.
[The doorbell rings.]
RICHARD
Oh, damn. I forgot to fill the ice bucket.
EMILY
Go get, it. I’ll get the door.
[They turn to go. Emily turns back.]
EMILY
Richard! Picture his blond hair and her blue eyes on a little baby!
RICHARD
Incomparable!
[Emily answers the door. It is Lorelai. Emily is visibly disappointed.]
LORELAI
Hi, Mom.
EMILY
Oh. Come in.
LORELAI
Thanks.
[She takes off her coat.]
EMILY
[walking away, she calls out]
Beatrice, take my daughter’s coat!
[Beatrice does.]
LORELAI
[awkwardly]
Thank you.
[She follows Emily into the dining room.]
EMILY
What are you doing here?
LORELAI
I don’t know, I just followed you.
EMILY
Richard, come out here and sit with Lorelai.
RICHARD
[OS]
Coming!
LORELAI
Mom, it’s okay. I can sit by myself.
RICHARD
[enters with the ice bucket]
You need me to sit with Lorelai?
LORELAI
I’m fine. I swear. I have been sitting without any help since I was two and a half.
RICHARD
No, that’s all right. I don’t mind. Come along.
[They enter the living room.]
RICHARD
Please, sit. Sit.
LORELAI
There’s a lot of pressure to do it right now.
RICHARD
So, did you ring Mike Armstrong?
LORELAI
I did. We have a meeting set up for tomorrow.
RICHARD
Oh, good. Good, I’m glad. Mike is very big in that business. I think you’ll find him a valuable –
EMILY
[OS]
Richard! I need help in here!
RICHARD
I’m sitting with Lorelai, Emily!
LORELAI
Dad, really. It’s okay. I promise not to stick my finger in any sockets.
RICHARD
Well, all right. [To Emily] Here I come. What sort of help do you need, my dear?
[Lorelai sighs, alone in the living room.]
ELDER GILMORE HOUSE – OUTSIDE
[Logan and Rory get out of his car. Logan rushes around to open her car door, but she beats him to it.]
RORY
You know, you’re not obligated to be polite until we’re actually inside my grandparents’ house.
LOGAN
Good. Allow me to use these brief moments of time to make disgusting noises with my armpits.
RORY
Oh, would you? So, this is going to be quick and painless. Believe me, my grandparents like you better than they liked Ronald Reagan.
LOGAN
Wow. High praise.
[He takes two gift wrapped boxes out of the back seat.]
RORY
What are those?
LOGAN
Hostess gifts. Never a bad idea to bring hostess gifts.
RORY
Well played, Huntzberger!
LOGAN
So what about your mom? She going to be cool?
RORY
Of course she’ll be cool. She’s the essence of cool. Cool’s her street name. She’s got it monogrammed on her towels and everything.
LOGAN
Well, if she’s got it monogrammed on her towels, there’s nothing to worry about.
[Rory rings the doorbell.]
RORY
What’d you bring, anyway?
LOGAN
Cigars for Richard, chocolates for Emily, and Mrs. Eleanor Shubick’s silver lighter.
RORY
Huh? What’s that for?
[Emily and Richard answer the door.]
EMILY
Rory! Logan, welcome!
RICHARD
Come in, come in!
RORY
Hi, Grandma!
EMILY
Hello! And our guest of honor.
RICHARD
L’invité d’honneur.
LOGAN
How are you, Richard? Emily?
EMILY
Wonderful, now.
RICHARD
Yes, wonderful.
EMILY
Oh, look at you two, you’re just perfect. Aren’t they perfect, Richard?
RICHARD
Perfect.
RORY
We’re not perfect.
EMILY
Nonsense, you’re perfect!
LOGAN
No, she’s right. I’ve got split ends like you wouldn’t believe.
[Emily and Richard laugh.]
RICHARD
And a sense of humor.
LOGAN
Emily, these are for you. A small token of my gratitude.
EMILY
Vunderschen chocolates, I absolutely adore these!
LOGAN
I picked them up last time I was in Switzerland.
EMILY
Well, aren’t you clever.
LOGAN
And here’s a little something for you, sir.
RICHARD
Oh, Romeo y Julietas. You are a good man, Logan Huntzberger!
EMILY
Come on, let’s all go in the living room, shall we?
[Emily takes Logan’s arm, and Richard takes Rory’s. They enter the living room.]
EMILY
I just adore this jacket you’re wearing. Isn’t this a fine jacket, Richard?
RICHARD
Oh, I like how the lapels are cut. Aren’t those nice lapels, Rory?
RORY
Uh, sure, Grandpa. His lapels look great.
RICHARD
Most modern tailors cut lapels too low. It’s so sloppy, having one’s lapels hang down around the chest like a basset hound’s ears or something.
EMILY
But those are excellent.
RICHARD
Oh, they really are.
RORY
[notices Lorelai]
Hi, Mom.
LORELAI
Hey, how am I sitting?
RORY
Great. Mom, you remember –
EMILY
Logan, this is Rory’s mother, Lorelai. Lorelai, this is Logan Huntzberger.
LORELAI
Yes, we’ve met, actually. Nice to see you again, Logan.
LOGAN
Nice to see you.
EMILY
Come on, sit, sit, sit. Let’s get drink orders.
RICHARD
Mm.
EMILY
Logan, what will you have?
LOGAN
McKellen neat, if you have it.
EMILY
Oh, I adore a man who drinks his scotch neat.
RICHARD
That is a fine drink indeed.
EMILY
Rory?
RORY
Just club soda.
EMILY
So demure. Isn’t she demure?
LOGAN
The demurest.
RICHARD
One club soda.
EMILY
And your usual, Lorelai? A sidecar?
LORELAI
Sidecar? No.
EMILY
Isn’t that your drink?
LORELAI
No, my drink is a martini. It’s always been a martini.
EMILY
Really?
LORELAI
Yes. Pretty much every one of the other eight thousand times I’ve had a drink here it’s been a martini.
EMILY
I would’ve sworn you were a sidecar girl.
LORELAI
Not even sure what’s in a sidecar, Mom.
EMILY
Well, Richard, apparently Lorelai would like a martini.
RICHARD
Can do.
EMILY
I just can’t get over those lapels.
RORY
Grandma and Grandpa are very taken with Logan’s lapels.
LORELAI
They look fine to me.
EMILY
You’ll have to excuse Lorelai, Logan. It takes a certain eye to be aware of this kind of thing.
RICHARD
One scotch neat, and a club soda.
LOGAN
Thank you.
RORY
Thanks, Grandpa.
RICHARD
And one martini. [He returns to the bar to make it.]
EMILY
That’s with a twist, Lorelai?
LORELAI
Nope. An olive.
EMILY
In a vodka martini?
LORELAI
Not vodka, Mom. Gin. It’s always been gin. Gin martini.
EMILY
Really?
LORELAI
Yes! Always!
EMILY
I don’t remember that at all.
LORELAI
Uh, so. Logan. Where exactly do you live at Yale? Are you in Rory’s building?
LOGAN
No, I’m at Berkeley.
LORELAI
Is that far from Rory?
LOGAN
No, I’d say it’s about ninety Kropogs or so.
RICHARD
Kropogs! Did somebody say Kropogs?
EMILY
[laughing]
Kropogs. Now that is clever.
[Everyone laughs.]
LORELAI
Uh, fill me in here. What’s a Kropog?
LOGAN
Years ago, someone at Yale started measuring things based on the height of a kid named Kropog.
RICHARD
[sitting down]
I can’t believe that today’s Elis are still using Kropogs. Now that is really something. Maxwell T. Kropog was his name, class of forty-four. Oh, Lorelai, I’m sorry. I forgot your drink. I made it and everything.
LORELAI
Well, you remembered now.
[Richard starts to get up.]
EMILY
No, Richard, stay, I’ll get it.
RICHARD
I’m glad to hear that Kropog is still part of the Yale vernacular. Tradition is so important.
RORY
Why don’t we talk about something other than Yale?
EMILY
Nonsense, there’s nothing better to talk about than Yale. Because Yale men are the greatest. I dated a few Princeton men and a Harvard man back in my day, and they had nothing on Yale men.
RICHARD
They’d better not.
EMILY
[handing Lorelai her drink]
Here you go, Lorelai.
[Lorelai takes the martini, looks at it, and looks back at Emily.]
LORELAI
Mom, there’s an onion in here.
EMILY
Is that not what you wanted?
LORELAI
Olive. I said olive.
EMILY
Well, I heard onion.
LORELAI
Well, I said olive.
EMILY
[glances at Logan and gets up]
Let me get you an olive.
LATER
[Lorelai sadly holds her empty martini glass.]
EMILY
And the racquets have changed too. Honestly, the people at the club must have thought I was there to play badminton when I showed up with my old wooden thing.
LOGAN
Oh, you have to get a new racquet, Emily. The materials available today make all the difference.
RICHARD
I told her the same thing.
LOGAN
I know this guy, he’s one of the top manufacturers of ceramic racquets. Pete Sampras loves them. I could totally set you up.
EMILY
Did you hear that, Richard? Logan can set me up!
RICHARD
Well, how about that!
BEATRICE
[entering]
Dinner is ready, Mrs. Gilmore.
RICHARD
Well, shall we?
EMILY
I’m just going to pop into the kitchen to check on a thing or two. Richard, will you come carve the roast?
RICHARD
Certainly.
LORELAI
Is there going to be alcohol with dinner, Mom?
EMILY
What?
LORELAI
You know, booze? ‘Cause I haven’t been able to get even a Kropog of gin since that first drink.
RICHARD
A Kropog is a unit of distance, Lorelai. Not volume.
EMILY
And there’ll be wine with the meal. There’s always wine with the meal, Lorelai! Honestly! You’re acting as if you’ve never been here.
[Emily and Richard walk out.]
LORELAI
Sorry. Just wasn’t sure.
[Rory, Logan and Lorelai stare awkwardly at the table.]
LOGAN
Roast. Sounds good.
RORY
It does.
LORELAI
Yeah. Who doesn’t like a good roast?
[They get up to go into the dining room. Lorelai goes ahead, but is still within earshot. Logan holds Rory back.]
RORY
What are you doing?
LOGAN
A little Life and Death Brigade business. Every time we’re in a rich person’s house we take a knick-knack. Then I leave the knick-knack I took from the last rich person’s house. I’ve been doing this up and down the eastern seaboard for years.
[He picks up a small box from a table, replaces it with the lighter from his pocket, and takes the box. Lorelai sees this, and disapproves, but goes into the living room without saying anything.]
RORY
Logan, no.
LOGAN
Trust me. They never notice.
RORY
[smiling]
You’re crazy!
LOGAN
It’s fun to be crazy.
[They join Lorelai in the dining room.]
RORY
[referring to the chairs on the side of the table]
Grandma probably wants us here.
EMILY
[entering]
All right, the salads will be out in just a moment. Everybody, sit.
[Emily walks around the table, then stops, staring at the living room.]
EMILY
Wait a minute.
RICHARD
What’s wrong, Emily?
EMILY
[walking into the living room]
Well, I don’t know. Wait. My antique sewing box! It’s missing!
RICHARD
Well, that can’t be.
EMILY
It is! It’s gone! Was it here during drinks?
RICHARD
Well, I can’t say that I noticed.
[Beatrice approaches.]
EMILY
You, hovering there! What do you know about this?
BEATRICE
Ma’am?
EMILY
My antique sewing box. Did you move it somewhere?
BEATRICE
No.
EMILY
And yet it’s not here. Do you have any explanation as to why it’s not here, Beatrice?
LORELAI
[from the table]
I’m sure it’s just a mix-up, Mom.
EMILY
And – what’s this? What’s this lighter? Richard, is this from the pool house?
[Lorelai glares across the table at Logan.]
RICHARD
Well, I don’t recognize it, but, well, you never know. One of the guys might have left it after a poker game.
EMILY
Well, Beatrice. I don’t know what to say. I almost feel like I should go through the whole house and make sure nothing else has been misplaced.
LORELAI
Mom, I found it.
EMILY
[not hearing her]
However, we have company and I don’t want to be rude.
[Lorelai holds out her hand to Logan. He hesitates, and then gives her the box.]
EMILY
Let’s just leave it for later and then you and I will have a very serious discussion.
LORELAI
Mom, I found it!
EMILY
What?
LORELAI
Yeah, here it is.
EMILY
Really? Where was it?
LORELAI
Behind the centerpiece. I guess the flowers kind of hid it.
EMILY
Behind the centerpiece?
[Beatrice sees the box, and smiles.]
EMILY
What on earth are you smiling about?
BEATRICE
I’m just glad you found it.
EMILY
Would you please go into the kitchen and bring out the salad course? [Beatrice leaves. Emily sits down.] Rory, Logan, I’m so sorry.
RICHARD
Well, never a dull moment, as we say.
EMILY
Ah, here we are. Avocado salad with beet dressing.
[Beatrice serves the salad.]
RICHARD
Oh, wonderful. I’m starving.
[Lorelai, Logan and Rory exchange looks. Rory looks ashamed, Lorelai looks angry and Logan looks defiant.]
LATER
[Dessert and coffee time.]
LOGAN
Believe me, Rory’s the real star at the Yale Daily News. People hate her.
EMILY
They hate you?
RORY
I’m not hated. Am I hated?
LOGAN
She’s had more pieces printed above the fold this year than anyone.
RICHARD
Well, you are both enormously talented. Because if you have one tenth of your father’s ability, young man, you are going to go straight to the top.
EMILY
A power couple. That’s what you are.
RICHARD
We were thrilled to hear that Rory is going to be working with your father, Logan.
RORY
I’m not really working with him. Just near him, more like.
LOGAN
She’s knocking them dead over there. Now if I can just get her to relax.
RORY
I relax.
EMILY
Speaking of relaxation, does your family still have their place on Martha’s Vineyard?
LOGAN
I think they bought it from Martha. They’re not giving that up. It’s not going anywhere.
EMILY
It’s lovely in the vineyard. A few years ago, Richard and I attended a wedding there. I thought there could be no more gorgeous a spot for a wedding.
LOGAN
It’s beautiful.
EMILY
But then we went to one on Cape Cod and it was wonderful too. Either place would be good for a wedding, don’t you think?
[Lorelai glares.]
LOGAN
Sure, I’ve been to weddings at the Cape myself.
EMILY
So you like Cape Cod?
LOGAN
Yes.
EMILY
We like Cape Cod.
RICHARD
[nodding]
Mm.
LOGAN
Great.
EMILY
And I know Rory would like Cape Cod.
RORY
I like what I’ve seen in pictures.
EMILY
You two would look awfully cute in Cape Cod.
[Logan grins.]
LORELAI
Mom, did you get a job at the Cape Cod chamber of commerce?
EMILY
No. [To Logan] There are a lot of kids in your family, aren’t there?
LOGAN
Yeah. The extended family’s been pretty busy procreating lately.
RICHARD
They have, have they?
EMILY
Do you like kids?
LOGAN
Sure.
EMILY
Kids love Cape Cod.
LORELAI
I think internships are a Communist plot.
RICHARD
What?
LORELAI
Forcing someone to work without pay? It’s a little Pinko, isn’t it? I mean, where’s Roy Cohn when you need him?
EMILY
Have you lost your mind?
LORELAI
[shaking her head around]
No, no. It’s still sloshing around up there.
EMILY
Would you like another apple, Rory?
RORY
Oh, no thanks. They were really good, though.
EMILY
How about you, Logan? Apple?
LOGAN
Thank you, but I don’t think I could eat another thing, and unfortunately we should be going. I have an early day tomorrow.
EMILY
Oh, Logan, an early day. I’m so sorry we kept you.
LOGAN
I wish I could stay longer.
EMILY
An early day is an early day. Beatrice, get their coats.
[Everyone gets up.]
LOGAN
I had a wonderful time. Thank you so much.
RORY
Yes, thank you, Grandma and Grandpa. It was great.
EMILY
Of course. We had a wonderful time too.
RORY
[hugs Lorelai]
Bye, Mom.
LORELAI
Bye, hon. Goodnight, Logan. [They shake hands.]
LOGAN
Nice to see you again.
LORELAI
Nice seeing you again, too. I hope we can all do this –
EMILY
Lorelai, don’t keep them. Logan has an early day tomorrow.
LORELAI
Sorry.
[Emily and Richard walk Rory and Logan to the door. Lorelai stays in the dining room. She sits at the table and leans her head in her hands.]
EMILY
[OS]
Now, I’m going to hold you to your promise about that tennis racquet.
LOGAN
[OS]
Oh, absolutely. I’ll call you this week, or maybe I’ll just shoot you an e-mail.
EMILY
[OS]
Shoot me an e-mail. That is so clever.
RICHARD
[OS]
That’s good business sense, too. You have to utilize the latest technology or you’ll fall behind.
[The door opens.]
EMILY
[OS]
Now, would you look at that! What a cunning little car! I adore sports coupes.
RICHARD
[OS]
Fine parking job, too.
[Lorelai rolls her eyes.]
RORY
[OS]
Well, good bye, Grandma and Grandpa.
LOGAN
[OS]
Thanks again.
EMILY
[OS]
Good night, you two. Drive safe!
[They return to the dining room.]
EMILY
More coffee, Lorelai?
LORELAI
No. Thank you.
[Emily and Richard sit down. Lorelai looks at Emily.]
EMILY
What?
LORELAI
Um, nothing. Just on those National Geographic shows, people are so sweaty after a mating ritual. But you two are powder dry.
EMILY
What on earth are you talking about?
LORELAI
They’re just kids, and they’re still figuring things out, and they don’t need you two dropping all these heavy-handed hints about weddings and babies and Cape Cod.
EMILY
You should be thrilled by this match, Lorelai.
LORELAI
Well, who says I’m not thrilled?
RICHARD
Well, you’re not acting very thrilled.
LORELAI
I’m annoyed at you. That’s why. Putting all this pressure on them? They are in their early twenties, for God’s sake.
EMILY
You are letting your own personal tastes cloud your judgment of this boy. He is perfect for Rory, and you don’t see it!
LORELAI
This is not about my personal taste!
EMILY
You’re uncomfortable around people like Logan. He’s not your type. That’s well documented.
LORELAI
Oh, that was a nice not-so-subtle dig at Luke.
EMILY
Luke?
RICHARD
Who said anything about Luke?
EMILY
You’re very sensitive tonight.
LORELAI
I’m not sensitive. It’s just you’re busy marrying Rory off into a family that wasn’t even nice to her!
RICHARD
Who wasn’t nice to her?
LORELAI
The Huntzbergers. She went over there for dinner and they treated her like trash.
RICHARD
I highly doubt that.
LORELAI
Well, they did!
RICHARD
If the Huntzbergers were so horrible to Rory, why on earth did Mitchum give her a very valuable internship?
LORELAI
He was buying her off.
RICHARD
So, the internship was like hush money?
LORELAI
Yes!
RICHARD
There’s no money! It’s an unpaid position!
LORELAI
It’s a figure of speech.
RICHARD
Rory got this internship by making a contact. In a way, similar to me setting you up with Mike Armstrong. Is there something wrong with that?
LORELAI
No.
RICHARD
I concur.
LORELAI
There is still something wrong with this internship.
EMILY
My God, you’re paranoid.
LORELAI
I am not paranoid! And Logan did not have an early day!
EMILY
What?
LORELAI
What twenty-two year old has an early day on a Saturday?
EMILY
Why are you so hell-bent on derailing this match?
RICHARD
They’re perfect for each other!
LORELAI
Okay, that word, perfect, he is not. I mean, no one is, okay, but especially him! I mean, at your wedding, I caught him and Rory in the back room [she hesitates] uh, kissing.
[Emily and Richard do not look concerned.]
LORELAI
[with emphasis]
Kissing.
RICHARD
You have something against kissing?
EMILY
I never thought of you as a prude.
RICHARD
Paranoid, not a prude.
LORELAI
He stole your sewing box.
EMILY
The sewing box is sitting on the table in the living room, Lorelai.
LORELAI
No, no. He’s just a –
RICHARD
Are we done here?
LORELAI
No!
RICHARD
Good. I have a call to make. You might want that cup of coffee. Clear your head a bit before you drive home. [He leaves the table.]
EMILY
Or maybe you’ve just had one too many sidecars. [She leaves.]
STAMFORD EAGLE GAZETTE
[Rory waits by the elevator. It opens. Rory walks confidently along with Mitchum and the manager
MANAGER
So it’s not necessarily a diminishment of personnel.
MITCHUM
No, that’s the advantage of using crewed reporting through the whole syndicate. By sharing the resources, you’re going to have more options. With more options, you’re going to be less reliant on the wire services. People will only read so many flatly written wire stories before they catch on and start reading something else, or worse, turn on the T.V.
RORY
[holds out a cup]
Coffee?
MITCHUM
[glances at his watch]
Uh –
RORY
It’s decaf.
MITCHUM
Oh. Well, thank you. [He takes a sip.] It’s good. All right, let’s take a look at that editorial budget.
[The group walks into a meeting room. Rory stands outside.]
MITCHUM
[OS]
What are you waiting for, Gilmore, an engraved invitation?
[Rory smiles and enters the meeting.]
SOOKIE’S HOUSE
[Lorelai and Sookie are sampling Manny’s cooking. They each take a bite.]
SOOKIE
Good!
LORELAI
Very good!
SOOKIE
I’d say it’s a nine.
LORELAI
Nine plus.
SOOKIE
What would make it a ten?
LORELAI
Another half a point.
SOOKIE
[giggles]
Lemon juice and a handful of parsley.
LORELAI
Yes. A tart fresh taste.
SOOKIE
[calls into the kitchen]
Manny, try a little lemon juice and parsley!
MANNY
Okay!
LORELAI
How long are you going to have him working here?
SOOKIE
Well, with that fancy pants article coming out about us, I want to make sure that the food stays top-notch.
LORELAI
You know, Mike Armstrong called again.
SOOKIE
Really? That’s the second time since the meeting, isn’t it?
LORELAI
Yeah. He’s, like, open to any option. Buying the inn, or just investing in the inn –
SOOKIE
We’d have money again. Remember what it was like to have money?
LORELAI
He’d be keeping us on to run it. We could consult. We could travelaround the world telling other people how to run their inns –
SOOKIE
We could be bossy. Oh, we could travel and be bossy!
LORELAI
He mentioned the south of France. Apparently they’re making a huge investment there and they have a need for people like us.
SOOKIE
I can picture us in the south of France, oh, topless!
LORELAI
At work?
SOOKIE
No. We’re on the beach.
LORELAI
Much more appropriate.
SOOKIE
And the casinos, oh, and the cheese!
LORELAI
You know, my dad traveled all over the world for work, which drove my mom crazy, which was a little perk. But he would always say things like ‘I’ll be back from Düsseldorf on Friday’. And when I was a kid, I always wanted to say ‘I’ll be back from Düsseldorf on Friday’!
SOOKIE
Oh, that would be great. To get into all those famous kitchens I’ve always read about.
LORELAI
We’d have expense accounts and travel luggage. It’d be exciting, huh?
SOOKIE
Yeah, it would!
[They smile at each other.]
SOOKIE
But, I can’t do that. I have Davey and little No-name here, and Jackson. Jackson wouldn’t want to go topless in France.
LORELAI
Yeah.
SOOKIE
My life is here.
LORELAI
Yeah, sure.
SOOKIE
But you could go.
LORELAI
What?
SOOKIE
Your kid’s in college. You’re young. You love to travel. You look amazing topless. [She giggles.] You could go. I mean, what’s stopping you?
LORELAI
Well –
SOOKIE
Oh! Snap peas! Snap peas would be good in this! [She squeals.] Manny, snap peas!
MANNY
[OS]
Snap peas.
SOOKIE
Snap peas. Yeah.
[Lorelai smiles.]
THE END