Season Six
Episode One Hundred Thirteen: “Always a Godmother, Never a God”
Original Airdate: October 4, 2005
Church ladies. Lorelai and Rory don their proper font to be godmothers to Sookie’s children—a clever ploy on Sookie’s part to get the Gilmore girls back together.
I think it’s funny that Lorelai is keeping all her VHS tapes and doesn’t want to get rid of them in leu of missing the old TV commercials. I would have to agree. My youngest got into a phase where she wanted to watch The Price is Right all the time. But not the Price Is Right that is going on today. No. She wanted the Bob Barkers ones from the 60s, 70s, and 80s. The best part about watching them with her is not only seeing all the old-fashion prizes, but watching the old TV commercials that aired back then. Some of them I even remembered seeing when I was little, but had totally forgotten about.
But back to the episode.
I always love scenes with Colin and Finn in them. They are both so witty and their one liners always make me laugh.
COLIN: I don’t know what happened. When we were in the Netherlands, she seemed so amazing, you know? (Rory and Logan sit back on the couch) But the minute we left, she began to lose her appeal.
RORY: Well everything looks appealing when you’re stumbling out of an Amsterdam coffee bar.
FINN: Tell me about it. One night I spent half an hour hitting on a bike.
Moving on to Jackson’s family and his brother Beau. Hmm . . . are there any words for Beau? I’m thinking probably no. Oh, look, that rhymes. I will say that scene where Jackson’s family is checking in . . . PRICELESS. So funny. I tried to find it on video, but I couldn’t. Boo!
Funny Quotes:
LUKE: So buy the DVDs. It’ll save you a ton of space.
LORELAI: No. The DVDs won’t have the commercials on them. The original commercials, which is half the fun. Spuds Mackenzie, Clara Peller, “nothing comes between me and my calvins”. I mean, they don’t make them like that anymore. (walks over to another box)
RORY: Grandma, we were just talking about you. (that maid starts filling up the rack, and Rory looks shocked) How are you? How’s Helsinki?
EMILY: Cold, unaccommodating, a population of walking dead.
RORY: Oh, I’m sorry to hear that. (puts the speaker on, walks towards the rack and starts going through the clothes that maid has already hung)
EMILY: The cab driver from the airport was a thief, and the cuisine isn’t fit for a stray cat. Kippers and cabbage rolls. And the weather! It snowed 6 feet last night, and apparently they can’t fly under those conditions. Can’t or won’t, it’s hard to say. I defy you to read a Finn.
RORY: (picking up a few hangers from the rack) Yeah, they can be pretty stoic in those northern climes. (to maid as Emily keeps talking) Excuse me, but I actually use a lot of this in autumn. You know, light layers. (the maid smiles politely and continues to do her job)
Emily: ….Anyway, your Grandfather and I are going to be delayed a couple of days.
RORY: (a bit distracted) I’m sorry. That stinks.
EMILY: I’m in a real bind. I’ve got that mixer with the girls I’m hosting tomorrow. With the curators of the Gilbert Stuart Exhibit?
RORY: (distracted) Oh right. (Rory picks out a dress and addresses the maid again as Emily keeps talking) I wear it with tights.
EMILY: I’ve planning it for weeks. Everybody’s counting on me. But here I am thousands of miles away, stuck in a land of reindeer stew. And I’m loathe to cancel because there’s nothing Constance Betterton would like more than for me to slip up so she can destroy my reputation, run me out of the DAR, Then jump in the air like a cheerleader and land doing the splits.
RORY: (obviously not paying any real attention) Uh, wow. That’s….the splits, huh? Um, whatever I can do to help, Grandma. (to maid) I wear white after Labor Day.
EMILY: Rory?
RORY: (to maid) I’m a rebel. Just go with it.
EMILY: Are you still there?
RORY: Yeah! still here, Grandma.
EMILY: I was wondering if you could possibly fill in for me. I would be so grateful.
RORY: (disbelievingly) Me? At the mixer? (picks up the phone and takes it off speaker)
EMILY: It’s all ready to go. The menu is set, and these new caterers I found are fabulous. All you have to do is smile and make sure everyone’s cocktails are replenished.
RORY: Well…
EMILY: Just picture that snake doing the splits.
RORY: Um, okay, Grandma. I’ll help you out.
FINN: Somebody give me a sonnet. Melissa’s a poetry major.
COLIN: There once was a gal from Nantucket.
FINN: Stop it, Colin. I’m not trying to propose. (seductively) Melissa….do you miss me, darling?
COLIN: I don’t know what happened. When we were in the Netherlands, she seemed so amazing, you know? (Rory and Logan sit back on the couch) But the minute we left, she began to lose her appeal.
RORY: Well everything looks appealing when you’re stumbling out of an Amsterdam coffee bar.
FINN: Tell me about it. One night I spent half an hour hitting on a bike.
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