Gilmore Girls Project: Season Seven, Go Bulldogs!

Season Seven

Episode One Hundred Thirty-Seven: “Go Bulldogs!”

Original Airdate: November 7, 2006

A perfect autumn weekend finds Lorelai and Christopher attending Parents’ Weekend at Yale—with Richard and Emily. Christopher treats Rory’s college newspaper co-workers to lunch, but the meal ends abruptly when Rory insists they cover a breaking story. Meanwhile, Like had a date with a vegan. Yeah, that’s going to work out.

Oh. My. Goodness. Can Luke’s date be any more weird!!! It’s not the vegan part of the character. That I’m totally fine with. But it’s the actual woman. Can you say coo-coo, coo-coo.

I think one of the reasons that season seven is easy to watch is that Christopher and Lorelai have such quick wit. It’s like they are matched equal to equal. It makes the scenes fun.

Funny Quotes:

CHRISTOPHER: I thought our stomachs should start adjusting to French cuisine, so I got croissants and café au lait.
LORELAI: I thought café au lait was Spanish.
CHRISTOPHER: No, it’s French for “coffee and milk.” “Lait” is “milk.”
LORELAI: Really, I thought it was “café olé,” like, “coffee! All right!”
CHRISTOPHER: You’re kidding. You’re not kidding. You are. You’re kidding. I can’t tell whether you’re kidding.
LORELAI: I’m a woman of mystery.

LORELAI: Bonjour, Rory.
RORY: Well, if it isn’t the orphan from Marseille.
LORELAI: C’est moi. What are you doing?
RORY: Heading to class.
LORELAI: Class?
RORY: Yes, class, where they teach you all the college learnin’.
LORELAI: You’re a senior. I thought no seniors went to class before noon. Nerd alert! Nerd alert!

LORELAI: Hey guess who’s coming to parents’ weekend.
RORY: Bunch of lame parents whose kids hate ’em.
LORELAI: Yes, and your parents.
RORY: No way.
LORELAI: I got to keep you on your toes. When you think I’ll zig, I’ll zag. Then when you think I’m gonna zag, I do zag, just to mess you up for the next time, when I might zig.
RORY: Dad’s making you zag?
LORELAI: He’s dying to meet the provost.
RORY: Well, who isn’t?

LORELAI: All right then we’ll do lunch. I’ll have extra provost with mine. [Takes the phone back] Hey after lunch, can we walk hunky Dan?
RORY: Handsome Dan?
LORELAI: That’s his official mascot name. “Hunky Dan” is what I call him when we’re alone.
RORY: Mom, I got to go.
LORELAI: You know who’d make a great mascot? Paul Anka.
RORY: Mum.
LORELAI: I’m not sure he’s the ivy league type, though. He might need more of a hacky-sacking, poetry-reading, tie-dyeing kind of place…
RORY: Mum.
LORELAI: Like reed or Oberlin, where the air is sweet with the scent of patchouli.
RORY: Mum. I’m not missing the beginning of this lecture.
LORELAI: Nerd alert! Nerd alert! Nerd alert! [Hangs up the phone and smiles at Chris]

KIRK: I owe it all to you, buddy.
LUKE: Me?
KIRK: You inspired me. I look at you, and I think, “this guy’s doing it right. Slave to no master.” You come home at 3:00 in the morning — no one cares. You want to eat dessert for dinner — no one cares. You walk around in tube socks and tighty whities — no one cares. No one cares what you do or where you go. [Luke is not looking happy] So, what do you say, Luke? You want to be my wingman, goose to my maverick? [Singing into a ladle] You never close your eyes anymore when I kiss your lips and there’s no tenderness…
LUKE: [Putting his arm around kirks neck] Listen, you pinhead, you should be kissing the ground that Lulu walks on. Why that sweet girl lets you within a hundred miles of her is beyond me, but she does. You are the luckiest man on the planet to have a girl like that looking out for you and caring about you. And if you say so much as one unkind word to her, I will personally break every bone in your body. You got me?

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