Episode Fifty-Two: “A Deep-Fried Korean Thanksgiving”
Original Airdate: November 26, 2002
Lorelai’s parents expect the grils for Thanksgiving dinner . . . any so do Lane, Luke, and Sookie. How to handle four enormous dinners? Skip the rolls. Kirk adopts a cat with an attitude.
I can’t imagine eating four Thanksgiving dinners. Of course, I also don’t have the stomach that Lorelai and Rory have. I mean, come on, this should be child’s play. I think out of them all, Luke’s would probably be the best, and I love how Lorelai takes Luke’s marshmallows as though she’s comfortable enough to take food off his plate. I think it’s cute.
I will say I don’t understand Lorelai’s reaction to Rory applying to Yale. She kind of acts like a brat and it’s totally unnecessary. Who cares if Rory goes to Yale? I’m starting to think that Harvard wasn’t always Rory’s dream, but it was Lorelai’s, and she’s doing exactly what she accuses her parents of doing—forcing Rory to apply and attend Harvard. She just sometimes takes the animosity against her parents too far.
The one bright side we get to see Sookie drunk! Gotta love it when Sookie is drunk!
Rory: How do you feel?
Lorelai: I ate tofurkey! How do you think I feel?
Lorelai: Drat that Mrs. Kim for not taking her eyes off me the whole time. It’s like she was anticipating my napkin maneuver.
Lorelai: Rory what are we if not the world’s champion eaters?
Rory: It’s too much food.
Lorelai: It’s not too much food. This is what we’ve been training for our whole lives. This is our destiny, this is our finest hour.
Rory: Or final hour.
Emily: I’ve called several times the past few weeks and you’ve skillfully avoided every call.
Lorelai: No, that’s not true. I’ve left messages on your machine.
Emily: Yes, messages. And then if I happened to pick up, you’d hang up. Or if the maid picked up, you’d ask for me, then claim you were driving through a tunnel so you might get cut off, and then you’d make garbling noises and hang up.