Episode Seventy-Eight: “Nag Hammadi is Where They Found the Gnostic Gospels”
Original Airdate: February 10, 2004
When Luke wants to do something about Liz’s latest boyfriend, who seems to be yet another life-sapping loser, Jess accuses him of being a know-it-all buttinski . . . and Luke takes the criticism to heart.
Okay, so I gotta say, I’m not a huge fan of TJ, he’s kind of annoying and totally dumb. However, I don’t think he’s a total loser. He is a nice guy and he treats her right. He also always wants to do the right thing by Liz and he wants to give her a great life. To me, that’s not a loser. Not at all. Could he be smarter? Sure. But I’d take dippy and sweet over smart and a jerk any day.
LORELAI: I’m going to make out in the coatroom. Don’t eat my chicken.
RORY: That’s going on your tombstone.
I do have to say the scenes at the fancy dinner are funny.
Although what he has to say and how Jess treated him is sad, it’s always fun seeing Luke drunk. “Got a hand full of Barbie.”
So what did you think of this episode?
LORELAI: Come over here and help us.
RORY: I’m not going to help you Barbie Band-aid our window. I will, however, help you to call one of the many extremely qualified window repairmen that I’ve circled for you in the phone book.
EMILY: It’s a complete disaster!
LORELAI: My existence?
[Richard gestures soothingly while Emily finishes the conversation with Lorelai.]
EMILY: All right. I’ll see you tonight at six o’clock sharp and don’t wear those pantyhose with the seams up the back. You look like ten cents a dance.
[Emily hangs up the phone.]
EMILY: Richard, I need a gimlet.
[Kirk and Miss Patty walk in and sit at a table.]
KIRK: After we light the bonfire, the dancers should come through.
PATTY: Okay, Kirk.
KIRK: They’ll circle the gazebo. Jazz hands, jazz hands, jazz hands. Then out come the flaming batons.
PATTY: That sounds good, Kirk.
KIRK: Are you ignoring me?
PATTY: Since you were old enough to walk, Kirk.
RORY: I saw him.
RORY: Today at Weston’s.
LORELAI: He went into Weston’s?
BABETTE: That little bastard.