Season Seven
Episode One Hundred Thirty-Five: “‘S Wonderful, S’ Marvelous”
Original Airdate: October 17, 2006
Togetherness. Lorelai and Christopher start dating. Rory meets some artistic new friends. April moves in with Like short term, and Emily gets up close and personal with the local constabulary.
Emily gets arrested! Say what? Please tell me this is so.
Oh, yeah, it’s so. Arrested and Lorelai gets the call to pick her up.
By the way, if I ever do get pulled over (it’s been awhile, knock on wood), I would love to say everything that Emily says to the guy. She’s not one to mess with.
And of course you know that Lorelai had the best time with picking her up . . .
That’s about really all that happened in this episode. Aside from Rory meeting a few girls who I really don’t know how I feel about. I feel like they aren’t the type of people she would normally hang out with and I don’t really get the point of them. But who knows, there have been so many moments in this whole show that I haven’t really understood.
So what did you think of this episode?
Funny Quotes:
SOOKIE: Okay, it’s just that you and Luke haven’t been broken up all that long.
LORELAI: I know. I remember. I was there.
SOOKIE: Okay. It’s — you know, after breaking up out of a big relationship it’s normal to have a rebound thing. You know, a big, bouncy, rubber ball of a rebound thing. It’s…good.
LORELAI: But?
SOOKIE: But a rubber ball is a 28-year-old surfer or a jazz saxophonist who drives a V.W. Bus or a really cute guy that can’t even spell his last name. It’s not the father of your only child. Christopher is not your rubber ball.
LORELAI: Okay.
SOOKIE: He’s a big, heavy bowling ball.
LORELAI: I’m gonna tell him you said that.
MISS PATTY: Nothing ever happens. Oh, except for that one time.
LUKE: What one time?
MISS PATTY: Well, I took my senior ballerinas to try out for a performance of “The Nutcracker,” and one of the girls pulled a Tonya Harding and knocked the front-runner for Clara out of the competition. Broke her leg in three places.
LUKE: That is not nothing. That is the opposite of nothing.
MISS PATTY: It’s totally different. That was a much rougher crowd.
LUKE: Rougher crowd? They’re ballerinas.
MISS PATTY: Oh, yeah. I know. Everyone thinks, “ballerinas — so sweet, so fragile.” Trust me, they’re dancing on stress fractures and ingrown toenails, and they haven’t eaten in weeks.
RORY: Everyone, congratulations. The first issue of the year is officially locked down. [Light cheering] And special kudos to bill for landing the front page with his campus housing exposé, “dormitory or death trap?”
SHEILA: Nice alliteration.
BILL: Slugline’s half the battle.
PARIS: Dormitory renovations — that’s quaint. I recently had the opportunity to be a fly on the wall at the Hartford Courant as the editor selected their lead story. It was down to the wire, and I was on the edge of my seat when right at the last second, a local-corruption story broke. It was thrilling. It made this place look like a joke.
RORY: Your point, Paris?
PARIS: Oh, I thought I was clear. Compared to the courant, this place is a joke.
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