I'm just… trying to make sure that all this is really happening.
Rory
It is. [they kiss] Hey, you know what I think we need?
Rory
A song. Like a song that's "our song."
Rory
Something romantic, but not mushy, something that will make us remember this.
[chuckle] Ah, believe me, I'm remembering this.
Rory
Oh, I know. [She reaches over to the nightstand and loads a nearby CD into her player and turns it on] Okay. Perfect. So, from now on, no matter what you're doing, where you are, you'll stop and think of me when you hear this [clicks remote on. Sammy Davis Jr.'s "The Candy Man" plays]
[laughs] That's not gonna be our song.
Rory
Why not? It's perfect. It's happy. It's hopeful. It has the word "candy" in it. Hey, what is more hot than candy?
Rory
[She bobs to the music beat and repeats the lyric in a high squeaky voice] "Who can take the sunrise… sprinkle it with dew?"
Okay, okay, okay, okay. I'll pick something else. [He struggles to snatch the remote from her]
Rory
No.
Hand it over, I can't take it anymore.
Rory
This is what happens when the women get the remote, ah-ha!
Hey, I should bring steak sauce, right?
Rory
For what?
Rory
I just got back from Italy.
Rory
So they'd shoot you in Italy for that.
But this is America, where we unapologetically bastardize other countries' cultures in a gross quest for moral and military supremacy.
Rory
I forgot. Bring on the imperialistic condiments.
[after finding out that Lindsay read the letter Rory wrote to Dean] Okay, I have got to know what was in that letter.
Rory
I...I told him that that night was special and that I wasn't sorry it happened...but he's married, and he has to figure out his life, so I said that I was going to make it easier for him...and take myself out of the mix.
That was a very good letter.
Rory
I can't believe she found it.
[Lorelai quickly pulls out her cell phone and hits speed dial. She sighs impatiently while it rings.]
Rory
Hello?
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, sorry, sorry.
[Cut to Rory's dorm room.]
Rory
For what?
[Hearing her grandmother's voice, she turns in shock. Emily is standing in the open doorway]
Rory
Grandma.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
[walks toward Rory looking around] What is going on here?
Rory
I have to hang up now.
Have I mentioned I'm sorry?
[Emily, Rory, and Lorelai are in the poolhouse - Richard's home while he and Emily's are separated]
Oh, my God. Will you look at this? [Shocked, she pulls out a vest dressed in colorful sequins]
Rory
Bright.
Rory
Grandpa has lots of vests.
It's got glitter. It's a glitter vest.
So? Where would your father wear a vest like this? Certainly nowhere he ever would've taken me.
Rory
Grandma, it's just a vest.
Yeah, Mom. There's tons of places he would wear that.
Mom, this is the place where unwanted things came to repose. Maybe it's a vest of his from the old days.
Our days never included Richard dressing up like that gay fellow whose tiger tried to eat him. I have definitely, positively never seen this vest. This is a party vest.
Okay, just put it back, Mom, and let's go.
[holds out the festive garment] You put it back.
Rory
You know, we've moved a lot of stuff around here tonight. We've got to cover our tracks.
Squished in the middle, as if he was hiding it from me.
[mutters as she returns the vest to the closet] Can you blame him? It's hideous.
How dare he have a vest like that.
Am I wearing the same thing I wore last Friday night?
Rory
What?
Halfway here I was struck by the overwhelming feeling that I wore this exact outfit to last Friday night, and there’s no way I’m going in there to see my mother wearing the same thing I wore last Friday night because I may not remember but she sure as hell will.
Rory
I don’t know.
Rory
You don’t remember but you expect me to?
Well, you look at me more than I look at me; you sit across from me at dinner. You had more of a chance to imprint my ensemble in your brain.
Rory
Sorry, no imprint.
Rory
Well I’m sure you don’t remember what I was wearing.
Rory
Okay, what was I wearing?
You were wearing a lovely and delicately understated, uh, outfit… well, you were definitely wearing these arms.
Rory
Oh, way to imprint, lady.
Stand in front of me, just in case. (Rings doorbell.)
Hi, we should be on the guest list. Holstein and Liza are expecting us. (Maid looks confused.)
Okay. Let’s try it straight. Hi, we’re here for dinner. I’m Lorelai the daughter, this is Rory the granddaughter.
MMaid
Oh! Okay, I’m sorry. Right this way.
Rory
She’s acting weird.
She knows I’m wearing the same outfit as last week.
Rory
She wasn’t here last week.
The world’s small, maids talk.
Rory
About you?
Rory
Oh. With all that’s going on in the world, all the maids in existence are talking about you.
Huh. ‘Kay, now you’re making me seem a little stuck up.
MMaid
Can I get you something to drink?
Rory
Coke, please.
Oh, you know, maybe we should wait for my mother. Is she coming down soon?
Oh. Okay. Do you know if she saw what I was wearing through the window?
[Rory starts crying after Dean leaves]
Rory
[shakes her head] No, I won't.
Okay, that's it. Back to the pool house, men. We have some serious bucking up to do here.
I'll reenact the Passion of the Christ.
[The boys cheer and head inside.]
Hey Ace, nothing ever seems quite as bad after Finn's Passion of the Christ. Except Finn's Passion of the Christ. [He puts her arm around her. They go inside.]