Episode One Hundred Twenty: “The Perfect Dress”
Original Airdate: January 10, 2005
The perfect dress, elegant blush-silk tulle, in Lorelai’s size and on sale—ideal for a wedding. The perfect mess: Lane, short-tempered, belligerent and miserable since she broke up with Zack and moved back home.
I’ve always been sort of blah about this episode and I don’t know why. Perhaps it’s because I know Luke is keeping a huge secret and it’s sad to see Lorelai just plan the entire wedding in one month. Plus she gets that pretty dress. Of course, it’s not my taste, but if she loves it then I love it for her.
I do think it’s funny how Lane is becoming more like Mrs. Kim, running around the store yelling at customers about if they break it they buy it.
And of course, ya gotta love Paris and Doyle.
Course, then Lorelai sees it. *laughing
And of course, there is the scene with Rory and the councilor.
PARIS: We keep the door fully locked, (starts locking the door) even when we’re home. We actually added the chains after there were a couple of break-ins on the street, but we’ve never had any trouble. We’ve actually got a very sophisticated crime-prevention system set up here. When we leave, we always keep the radio on, rush Limbaugh of course, so they know we have guns in the house. The lights are all on a timer, so don’t touch the switches, and there’s a motion detector in the hallway, so don’t freak out when it goes on at night. Now, over here is our trusty dog, Bloodhound. (presses play on a tape recorder and we hear barking) Excellent for magazine pushers and pamphlet bearers of all types.
PARIS: City beat, Martha Billings. Editorials, Peter Brooke. Sports, Russ Tamblen. Religion beat, Heather Torrance. Religion beat, my former beat. Good luck, Heather. And features, Arlen Sather, Nick Scott, and the returning Rory Gilmore. Also joining our ranks this year, our former editor Doyle McMaster and his new column “the world according to Doyle”. It’s going to be a great term, people, an important term, a term to change the history of the Yale Daily News. The work will be hard. It has to be hard. Nothing less than perfect will be tolerated. Please remember that I am your editor. I am not your mother or your hugger. If you need some love, get a hooker. If you’re having a bad day, find a ledge or a way to deal. My door is not open to you ever. You have five minutes to enjoy your cookies. Welcome to the Yale Daily News. (the meeting breaks up, the staffers go back to their desks as Rory goes up to Paris)