Episode Sixty-Five: “Those Are Strings, Pinocchio”
Original Airdate: May 20, 2003
Rory graduates from Chilton and the Independence Inn closes. But there’s much to look forward too: Yale, the summer backpack trek through Europe, and Lorelai and Sookie’s dream of opening their own inn.
Ah, we have finally made it to Rory’s graduation and her valedictorian speech. Oh and what a speech it is. Every time I see it, I cry. I also laugh when it shows Luke crying because of what he says.
I’ve actually always been surprised that Christoper wasn’t in attendance at the graduation. I mean, he was always spouting off about how involved in Rory’s life he wanted to be, but then he misses her graduation high school? I think he even misses her graduation Yale too. Although, I’m not sure. I will find out the coming weeks.
One great thing about this episode, FRIDAY NIGHT DINNERS ARE BACK ON!! Or at least they will be starting in season four. Which I can’t wait to start. What I really want to know is how much of that money Lorelai has left over from paying off Chilton. And, I also want to know how she thinks just $75,000 (or less because she paid back the loan for Chilton) would pay for four years at Yale. Even back in 2003.
At least we do get a glimpse of one plot twist though—Luke and Lorelai. With his dream of her telling him not to get engaged. Oooh, by Nicole! Don’t let the door hit you on the way out! Okay, so maybe that’s mean. But hey, it is what it is.
So what did you think of this season finale?
Sookie St. James: Not crying.
Lorelai Gilmore: Crying a little.
Sookie St. James: Crying a little, but not blubbering. That’s what we meant when we said no crying. No blubbering.
Rory: Thank you, Mom: you are my guidepost for everything.
Sookie St. James: On the verge of blubbering here.
Jackson Belleville: Not doing too well myself.
Lorelai Gilmore: Not you, too.
Luke Danes: I’m blubbering. You’re freaks!
Lorelai Gilmore: [fitting Rory’s new dress] Maybe we should bring it in a bit more.
Rory: Oh, sure, but first why don’t you use a medieval torture instrument to crush my ribs and flatten my spinal cord in order to accommodate your sadistic wishes.
Lorelai Gilmore: Don’t use subtlety on us, we’re slow.