Gilmore Girls

- What? - Luke.

- Will you... - Yes.

- Well, you don't have to answer so... - Yes.

- We can take a minute to... - No.

So what now?,

I don't know. This is new for me.

- Well, we should do something official. - Official?

Yeah. Something to commemorate the moment.

I mean, we're getting married, Luke.

Married,

you and me.

Luke "Table for One" Danes

and Lorelai "I'm Sorry Can I Get An Industrial Forklift"

"for My Emotional Baggage" Gilmore are getting married.

Huh?

- We could toast. - Toast. Yes. Toast, good.

What do we toast with?

I mean, I know you won't have champagne,

but maybe some wine or beer or something?

- Nothing. I got nothing. - No, you must have something.

Grapefruit juice and Worcestershire sauce.

Neither sounds very festive.

I could cut it with some festive ketchup.

No. We need something sparkly.

- Come on. - Where are we going?

- To Funkytown. - Hey, wait.

What? Did you change your mind?

Oh, how did I screw it up so fast?

Was the Funkytown thing too quippy?

'Cause I thought you liked that about me.

- But if... - No. The Funkytown thing was fine.

I just...

Are you sure you want to celebrate now?

I mean, a minute ago, when you came in here...

I just want to be happy right now.

- Okay? - Okay.

Good.

- Now, come on. - Where are we going?

- Hey, am I doing this right? - What?

Never mind.

That's great, Grandpa. Take your time. I have no home life.

Six hours I've been standing here waiting for this ridiculous race to end.

Okay, that's it. Race is over.

Maggie, I want you to start breaking all this stuff down.

If I don't get these tables back by midnight, I pay for another day.

But we haven't given out the trophies to the winners yet.

Who cares about giving out the trophies?

There's no one here to see the winners get them

except the losers, who, I'm sure, could give a rat's tushee

if the winners get a trophy or not.

Okay. So, do I put them back in the bubble wrap or...

Just give it to me. Hey, who was first?

- Here. - Congratulations.

- Who's second? - Right here.

- Here. Third? - I wasn't third.

Rat's tushee, party of one.

Okay, everybody, listen up!

I want this square packed up and cleared out in 10 minutes.

Hey, we're closed.

The market is closed! What is wrong with people tonight?

- It's closed. - These small town hours.

I hate small town hours.

As soon as we get married we have to move.

Hey, you two. What are you doing there?

- Taylor, great. We need to get in. - We open at 6:00 tomorrow.

Okay, Taylor, listen. You're gonna be the first one to hear the big news.

Do I have to hear it now? I have so many things to...

- Luke and I are engaged. - You are?

- As of just a few minutes ago. - Well, what do you know.

I thought there was a better chance of

all four of the Beatles getting back together

than you two ever calming down long enough to get engaged.

Oh, well, wonder of wonder, miracles of miracles, right?

- Can you just open this door, Taylor? - What do you need in the store?

We need something to toast this moment with.

- Something alcoholic? - Yes.

You know, Lorelai, if you feel you have to be drunk to be with him,

- maybe you... - Taylor, will you just open the door?

Well, all right.

- Where do you keep the champagne? - Over there. Top shelf.

- Where? - Top shelf. Top shelf.

Here?

Well, I am out of ways of saying, "top shelf," Lorelai.

Taylor, it's $5.99.

It's inexpensive, yes, but you'll still get a buzz.

- Luke, do you find anything yet? - Nothing.

No wine, no beer, no cooking sherry.

It's like Dylan Thomas just blew through town.

I'm sorry. These bikers wiped me out.

They may look like health nuts, but they knock it back.

- Oh, Taylor, you have to have something. - Lorelai, I'm sorry, but...

Oh, wait a minute. I think I have a case of Zima in the back.

Really? Luke, he's got Zima in the back. He's got Zima in the back.

Yep. Babette had me stocking it for a while.

I was using it as a step stool, but I'm sure it's okay.

- We'll take it. - Let's just drive to Woodbridge.

They have a Liquor Barn there.

No, I don't want to drive to Woodbridge. I want to celebrate now.

- But men aren't supposed to drink Zima. - Pay the man.

You can forget the tax. Consider it an engagement present.

Thank you, Taylor. Come on, get the Zima.

Get those tables on the truck! Hustle, people, hustle!

- Where are you going? - I know the perfect toasting place.

Is it far?

Which one of us is not getting into the romantic spirit?

The one with the case full of chick beer under his arm.

Hi.

- Here. - Right here?

- Right here. - Okay.

Okay, so...

- Here's to us. - To us.

Taylor!

The light guys go on golden time in five minutes!

Taylor, turn the lights back on!

Well, fine. Apparently, there's an oil well in the middle of Stars Hollow

that no one told me about.

Turn it back on, Budgie!

Okay.

I believe we were right about there.

Really? You're gonna kiss me now? You're so incredibly predictable.

Was this mattress always this comfortable?

I think so.

It feels so much more comfortable.

We should drink Zima and have sex every single night.

- Okay. - Okay.

- Good night. - Good night.

So when I said, "What about the kids?" I didn't mean, "What about our kids."

I mean, yes, obviously, what about our kids?

But I didn't mean we had to have any kids. 'Cause we don't.

I mean... But, we can.

I just didn't want you to think that

I was laying down some kind of a mandate.

I mean, kids. It's plural. So it sounds like a lot,

but we can just have one kid.

One's fine. Or more, if you want more.

Or we don't have to have any kids. We could just

get a plant.

- What? - Nothing.

Okay.

I bought a house. Twickham house. I bought it for us.

I don't have it anymore. I could probably get it back.

But I just thought you should know that I bought it

for the kids that we don't have to have.

It's a big house and we don't have to fill it up with kids, you know.

We could... We could get furniture, you know,

go shopping for a couch or get some end tables.

I hate shopping for furniture. For me, kids are easier.

- I love shopping. - Go to sleep.

Okay.

Is this really happening?

Yes. It's really happening.

- You bought a house without telling me? - What?

- A house? I mean, a house is huge. - Yeah, I know. That's why I told you.

- A house full of kids? - And a plant. Don't forget the plants.

Please don't do that, okay?

I mean, any other address or life-changing decisions,

- please include me in. - I will. I am. I'm sorry.

I won't. I will.

Okay.

I'm sorry.

Kids would be good.

All right, blueberry pancakes and scrambled eggs.

I didn't ask for blueberries.

Antioxidants are on the house today. Who wants coffee?

Here you go, Trudy. Hey, top that off for you, Mack?

Hey, what do you say, cup a joe, Joe?

- Where the hell is he? - There.

- He's right there. - Get over here, you.

I can't believe it.

You finally did it, you dumb son of a bitch.

You finally got in there and closed the deal.

- Took you long enough. - Come here.

- All right. Easy, you two. - Come on, come on.

- You know, we should be very mad at you. - Why?

Because we had to find out from someone else

that you and Lorelai are engaged.

Eastside Titty.

She was spreading it around town

like she was gonna be a bridesmaid or something.

- Titty is not going to be a bridesmaid. - But it's true you are engaged, right?

- Right. - Right.

- So we wanna hear the whole thing. - The whole play-by-play.

- How did it happen? - How did you do it?

- Do what? - How did you propose to Lorelai?

- Oh, well... - Did you get down on one knee?

- Did you take her somewhere special? - Did you hide the ring in anything?

Oh, like a glass of champagne or a cannoli?

Actually, I'm still working on the ring.

So the proposal was spontaneous, huh?

Oh, the spontaneous proposals are the best, you know.

Yeah. Morey proposed to me spontaneously.

- Did I ever tell you this story? - No.

It was a brisk fall night. And Morey was on top.

- No, wait, I was on top. - What?

- Hold on, Stoney Morrison was on top. - Babette.

We were playing Twister. Did I not mention that?

- No. - I probably should've.

Well, enough about us, honey.

Come on, Luke. Tell us. How did you do it?

Well, actually, I didn't. Lorelai proposed to me.