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Tuesday, January 03, 2006

6.04 Always a Godmother, Never a God

[Rory is giving a party for the DAR for Emily, she sees Logan and walks up to him]
Rory: Hey, I didnt know you were coming.
Logan: Yeah, I forgot you were having a thing...today.
Rory: Oh, thats okay, because now I get to show you off. Nancy, Lucy, Id like you to meet Logan Huntzberger. Logan, this is Nancy Osgood and Lucy Fatsenfield.
Lucy: How do you do, Logan. Its such a pleasure to meet the young Huntzberger.
Logan: Hey.
Rory: Um, Logan, I think Ive told you about Nancy. Shes the one who insists I look like Clara Barton, which Im still not sure is a compliment.
Nancy: Oh, its a compliment of the highest order.
Rory: Um, well, if you'll excuse us, I think I promised Logan one of the coveted salmon puffs.
Lucy: Its so nice to meet you, Logan.
[he nods, and follows Rory to the kitchen]
Rory: Want some coffee? [sees Logan pouring some scotch] With your scotch?
Logan: Sorry, I'm just not in the mood to deal with this type of thing right now, these type of people.
Rory: Why? Did something happen?
Logan: So, how long do you think this thing is going to last?
Rory: An hour, hour and a half tops, then fifteen minutes to pay the caterers, and make sure the cleaning staff knows what to do. Hey, I have an idea. Why dont you go hang out in the poolhouse, and then Ill come out as soon as I finish up here, and then we can talk?
Logan: [smiling] Yeah, okay.

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[Rory walks to the poolhouse, and hears loud noise coming from inside]
Finn: (on the phone) So cancel with him, darling, is that so difficult?...I find the fact that you love him completely irrelevant.
Rory: Whats going on?
Logan: Hey! Is that my salmon puff?
Rory: Yeah.
Logan: Anything is good that comes in a puff. Hi. [he kisses her]
Colin: Hey, Rory.
Rory: Hey, Colin. I didnt know you guys were coming over.
Logan: I invited them over, I hope thats cool.
Rory: Yeah, of course its cool, I just... I would have brought more puffs.
Logan: You need a drink.
Rory: No, I...
Finn: Quick, someone give me a sonnet, Melissa's a poetry major.
Colin: There once was a gal from Nantucket.
Finn: Stop it, Colin. Im not trying to propose. (into the phone) Melissa, you miss me, darling?
Rory: Uh, Logan?
Logan: Yeah, Ace?
Rory: who's the skirt?
Logan: Ah, that is Colin's milkmaid.
Rory: He brought her back from Holland?
Colin: Yes, he did.
Rory: (to the girl) Oh, hi! Im Rory. Ive heard a lot about you.
Colin: She doesnt understand English.
Rory: Oh, sorry.
Colin: Yes, arent we all.
Rory: Colin, rude.
Colin: Everywhere I go, everything I do, surprise, there she is.
Rory: Well you brought her here, what did you expect?
Colin: I dont know what happened. When we were in the Netherlands, she seemed so amazing, you know? But the minute we left, she began to lose her appeal.
Rory: Well, everything seems appealing when you're stumbling out of an Amsterdam Coffee Bar.
Finn: Tell me about it. One night, I spent half an hour hitting on a bike. (into the phone) Maria! You're the only one who can save me.
Colin: Rory, you've got to understand. Milkmaids are like, iconic over there. Theyre basically like Dutch Superheroes. Dating Katrika was liking dating Wonderwoman.
Rory: Katrika.
Logan: Yeah, he's gonna be hearing about that one for a long time.
Finn: (into the phone) Oh, I see, well, just so you know, I think you're an awfully sweet girl for dating a guy with such an unfortunate skin condition. (to Rory) Rory, any chance of you breaking up with Logan in the next twenty minutes?
Rory: Sorry.
Finn: (into the phone) Veronica, still engaged, darling?...Well I am too, but Im not going to say with what.
Rory: (to Logan) So, this is a suprise, the guys being here and everything.
Logan: Well, Colin just got back, and I hadnt seen him. Is that okay?
Rory: Oh, yeah, its fine. I just...well, you seemed like you were in a bad mood earlier.
Logan: Well, this is how you get out of a bad mood, Ace. Hey, lets get something to eat, Im starving.
Colin: Yes! Chinese food. No dairy in Chinese food.
Finn: Perfect, General Lee's has that adorable waitress with a very tiny intellect.
Logan: General Lee's?
Rory: General Lee's. Just give me a minute, and I'll go change.
Logan: No way, you have that hot librarian thing going on. Grab a book, and lets go.

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[Rory and Logan are in bed, her alarm rings]
Logan: Go back to sleep.
Rory: I have to go the baptism.
Logan: Blow it off.
Rory: I cant.
Logan: You can do anything. You just have to believe in yourself. Did you learn nothing from "Mad Hot Ballroom"?
Rory: I have to go to Stars Hollow...I have to see my mom.
Logan: One, two, cha cha cha.
Rory: (gets out of bed) Okay, nothing else to do, but to get up and face the music. (holds up two dresses) Which one looks better with a baby?

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[Rory is driving in her car, when she calls Logan]
Logan: Hello?
Rory: Hey.
Logan: Hey. How was the baptism?
Rory: Fine. I dont know. I dont know whats going on. Im not handling things particularly well these days.
Logan: Yeah, I know what you mean.
Rory: Logan, are you okay?
Logan: I had a talk with my father the other day, and apparently Im going to graduate this year. Im going to get my act together, and Im going to become a Huntzberger.
Rory: What does that mean?
Logan: Im going to start attending share holder meetings, letting the boys see my face around, it means my pre-ordained life is kicking in.
Rory: Oh...Im sorry.
Logan: Hey, always read the fine print on the family crest.
Rory: Maybe you can talk to your dad, tell him how you feel.
Logan: Hey, how far away are you from the airport?
Rory: Why?
Logan: Lets go to New York.
Rory: What?
Logan: New York, you and me, right now, by helicopter.
Rory: By helicopter? You're kidding.
Logan: We'll spend the weekend at the Pierre, you dont have your community service again until Monday, right?
Rory: Yeah...but...
Logan: Don't pack, we'll shop, much more irresponsible that way.
Rory: Um...Logan.
Logan: See you in the airport in 20 minutes, Ace.
Rory: Okay. See you in 20 minutes.