Episode One Hundred Eighteen: “We’ve Got Magic to Do”
Original Airdate: November 15, 2005
Like meat and potatoes, like salt and tomatoes, the Gilmore Girls belong together. Rory comes home. And a super-smart middle schooler shows up at Luke’s Diner with a startling ida for a science fair project.
While I love this episode because we see the reunion of Rory and Lorelai, I also slightly hate this episode because of the whole big speech Luke gives Lorelai about how she has to be honest with him and never keep anything from him again. Then by the end of the episode, he not only learns he has a daughter but also KEEPS IT A SECRET FROM LORELAI. UGH. It’s just one of the major jacka$$ things he does, and it pisses me off. I also have never liked the Luke’s daughter plot line. It just ruined the last two seasons and never really made sense.
But back to the point of the episode. I’m so happy that Lorelai and Rory are back together again. Yay!!
EMILY: Sumatra, please get my granddaughter a plate.
RORY: That’s all right, Sumatra. I’m just going up to my room.
EMILY: Sumatra, please tell my granddaughter that all food is to be consumed in the dining room.
RORY: Sumatra, please tell my Grandmother “What?!”
RICHARD: Yes, I know Andrew McCrea. What are you doing in my house? Where’s Mrs. Gilmore?
FINN: Don’t know, mate. Rory let us in.
COLIN: We came over to help her move her stuff.
RICHARD: Move her stuff where?
FINN: To her new place of residence.
RICHARD: What do you mean “new place of residence”? Rory’s moving out?
FINN: I hope so. Otherwise, she’ll have nothing to wear tomorrow.
RICHARD: That’s preposterous! A person doesn’t just move out without a word. Where is she? Rory!
FINN: She already left.
RICHARD: Well I want an explanation.
COLIN: We’ll have her call you. (starts to pick up his box)
RICHARD: You! You’ll ha…What are you doing with that? (pointing at the box) That’s my tennis racket.
FINN: I told you she didn’t point to the closet on the right.
COLIN: Well then I have no idea what closet she was pointing to.
FINN: I suppose these humidors aren’t hers, either. Pity. (to Richard who looks very confused) Any chance you’re sick of them? I promise to give them a nice home and show them a picture of you every year at Christmas.(Richard points upstairs and walks away. The boys look at him go) Very tall man, that one. (Colin picks up his box and starts going back upstairs)
HARRY: I don’t know. We do a paper analysis, rummage through trash cans.
STUART: Very dignified.
HARRY: Or maybe we can just call the guy up. Tell him we know he’s sending the letters, lie, see if we can smoke him out.
RORY: You know, you can use language-analysis software to ID an author by comparing his writing style to known writing samples.
RORY: Yeah. That’s how Joe Klein was unmasked as the author of “Primary Colours.”
STUART: Hell, it’s worth a try.
HARRY: Great. (Harry walks away looking pleased)
STUART: Good idea, Rory.
RORY: Thanks, boss.
STUART: I’m not your boss.
LORELAI: More books.
MICHEL: Urgh. What is wrong with people? Don’t they know the written word is dead?
LORELAI: Uh, books are back. Oprah says. Did we order the new box slips yet?
MICHEL: Yes, and the envelopes. And the linen-delivery service has been replaced by one that actually has trucks that turn on. And I hired a horse whisperer because Cletus has been acting very needy lately, and I get enough of that from you.
LORELAI: Well, you’re just perfect.
EMILY (OS) : I’m in the cockpit!
LORELAI: Oh. Add that to the list of things I never thought I’d hear my mother say.
EMILY: (comes out from the cockpit and starts to examine the plane) Well, hello, Lorelai. What are you doing here?
LORELAI: Oh, I was just in the neighbourhood, you know. How about you? What are you doing here?
EMILY: I’m looking at a plane.
EMILY: Because you don’t do something like buy a plane without looking at it first. I’m not Elvis.