Episode One Hundred Twenty-Three: “You’ve Been Gilmored”
Original Airdate: February 7, 2006
When the Yale Daily News staff finally ousts Paris as editor, Rory steps in to let her old schoolmate down gently. Paris meets her Waterloo with dignity—until she discovers the name of the new editor.
So there really isn’t much to say about this episode. First Paris gets fired from being editor and Rory is made editor. With Paris being Paris, you can pretty much guess how she took the news. Yep. You guessed it. Rory came home to find all her belongings out in the hallway as Paris evicted her from the apartment they shared.
Then we learn that Michel is missing his weekly trips to Weston’s with Lorelai where they go over a list of chores for the handyman. Of course, in true Michel fashion he doesn’t tell Lorelai what’s wrong right away. First he yells at Luke and makes odd demands that have nothing to do with the real reason he’s actually mad.
Lastly, there is Christopher taking a tour of Yale and finding out Rory is now living with Logan because Paris kicked her out.
And that is pretty much it in a nutshell. Oh, and Luke and Lorelai have dinner with Richard and Emily which doesn’t go back, but they . . . as the title implies, have been Gilmored.
It was kind of a dull episode.
RORY: Definitely. And this job, Paris, being editor, you don’t need this, this hassle. You’re gonna be a doctor.
RORY: And a lawyer.
RORY: That’s a hell of a workload. And the workload here, the indignities, smoothing the ruffled feathers of advertisers, covering sports as if they matter, you’re exhausted, Paris, stretched thin, eating soup out of a can.
PARIS: Soup I don’t even like.
LUKE: Maybe we could skip the drinks, have the dinner, and be done.
LORELAI: Skip the drinks! Luke, you don’t skip the one activity that makes the rest of the evening miraculously tolerable. The drinks fortify us. The drinks give us strength. The drinks get us drunk.
LUKE: But they take forever, and then I got to sit there and talk to your dad about stocks and literature and watch it dawn on him for the umpteenth time that I don’t know anything about stocks or literature. How many times can two people have the same awful conversation?
LORELAI: Just repeat after me, “this is really great scotch, Richard.”
LUKE: And then, of course, there’s your mother, who hates me.
LORELAI: All the more reason to get a little soused.
LUKE: We can drink in the car.
LORELAI: One of us has to drive.
LUKE: Fine, you drink in the car, I’ll take five quick shots in their driveway.
LORELAI: We do, but Luke offered, and he has his own tool belt, and the price was right.
MICHEL: Oh, really? No charge?
LORELAI: No, well, I did have to give him a coupon for 100 free snuggles.
MICHEL: How adorable.
LORELAI: Yeah, and to tell the truth, parker always kind of turned up his nose at my snuggle bucks.
MICHEL: So I guess this is how we’re operating now.
LORELAI: How’s that?
MICHEL: We’ve dispensed with hiring professionals around here. Maybe from now on, my cousin Gert can do our accounting. She’s got her own calculator.
LORELAI: He’s not performing open-heart surgery, Michel. He’s just fixing a few things, for free, saving me a little money so I can do crazy things like pay people’s salary and heat the place.