Gilmore Girls Project: Season Five, Written in the Stars

Season Five

Episode Ninety: “Written in the Stars”

Original Airdate: October 5, 2004

Shhh! Lorelai and Like keep their relationship a secret until Lorelai, wearing nothing but Luke’s shirt, tiptoes downstairs . . . into a diner packed with customers. Paris holds a wake for Professor Flemming.

It’s Luke and Lorelai’s first date! While I can’t remember what it was like seeing these episodes when they were brand new . . . kind of like the episodes of Friends when Ross and Rachel were trying to get together and you knew it was coming but they dragged it out . . . I was excited to see how it would play out. Five seasons and ninety episodes and we finally see them together! I almost wish I could go back in time and relive it. With this date comes two scenes that are some of my favorites.

And . . . then when they get busted . . .

This is also the episode where we meet the famous Logan Huntsberger. Out of all three (Dean, Jess, and Logan) during the show, I always liked Logan the best. At least when he wasn’t acting like a spoiled brat or rebellious turd. However, I suppose it’s just like Jess all over again. He has his good points and bad points. Don’t they all seem to be that way?

I will admit in the Revival seasons, I fell in love with Jess. I really think that what Logan is to Rory is what Christopher is to Lorelai. And what Jess is to Rory is what Luke is to Lorelai. It parallels that way. Both Christopher and Logan are good for the mom and daughter duo but maybe aren’t perfect.

I really can’t say who was the best guy for Rory. They all had good points and bad points and all I think made her happy and completed her in different ways.

Funny Quotes:

RICHARD: I am in the pool house.
EMILY: Oh, really? Right now?
RICHARD: No, not right now. I told you I had to get something.
EMILY: Well, you should have called, made an appointment.
RICHARD: To go into my own study?
EMILY: You don’t live here anymore, Richard. What if I was sitting in the living room stark-naked? [Both sad, Rory and Lorelai exchange looks.]
RICHARD: You’ve never been in the living room stark-naked. You’ve never been stark-naked. We went skinny-dipping one night, and you wore an overcoat.

RORY: Well, what did you teach me to say?
LORELAI: “Bathroom.”
RORY: You did?
LORELAI: Yes, of course.
RORY: I’m 2, I come up to you and I say, “Mommy, Mommy, I have to go to the -” —
LORELAI: The room where legends die.

PARIS: Asher’s dead.
RORY: What?
PARIS: He died two weeks ago in Oxford.
RORY: Oh. Paris, I’m sorry. How?
PARIS: Heart attack. It was quick.
RORY: Heart attack?
RORY: Um…it wasn’t during, um…was it?
PARIS: No, Rory. This great man was not brought down by my vagina, okay?

RORY: Is there anything I can do to help?
PARIS: No. Thanks. [long pause] I’m sad.
RORY: I know.
RORY: Bye. [to Marty] Asher Fleming died.
MARTY: In bed?
MARTY: Damn. I lost the pool.

[He removes his jacket and sets aside as they both slide into the booth and sit. Lorelai notices a small sign on the table.]
LORELAI: [impressed] “Reserved.”
LUKE: I told you I’d planned the evening.
LORELAI: Weren’t we supposed to let someone who works here seat us?
LUKE: Not necessary.
LORELAI: Is this like a Mafia thing?
LUKE: Excuse me?
LORELAI: The whole coming in, special table, reserved sign. Are you gonna have to whack someone before the soup course?
LUKE: No, I’ve filled my whacking quota for the week. [cringes] Dirty?
LORELAI: [wicked grin] Extremely.

MARTY: Interesting crowd.
RORY: Yeah, most of the people have no idea they’re at a wake. They think it’s some weird theme party. I’ve spent the entire evening trying to get people to stop referring to Asher as “the old dead dude.”
MARTY: Does Paris know?
RORY: Paris, thank goodness, is Paris. [Marty nods]

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