Episode Report Card Pamie: A | 0 USERS: N/A YOU GRADE IT Papa Don't Preach
By Pamie | Season 2 | Episode 12 | Aired on 2002.01.29
Alone at the table, Lorelai asks Emily what's going on. Emily says that it's nothing. Lorelai says she saw her twitching, pulling a "Tabitha." Emily says that she wasn't pulling a "Tabitha." The woman who didn't know the catchphrase from The Honeymooners last week now is fully versed in Bewitched cast members? ["Maybe she isn't, but she just didn't care to ask Lorelai what she meant because she had other things on her mind?" -- Wing Chun] Emily finally says that it's strange having Richard home so much. Ever since their honeymoon, he's been at work all day, every day, and she's not used to seeing him so much. "He's always here. Watching me and noticing when I move a vase," she says. She knows she's being silly, and comments that most women would want their husbands to notice when they change their hair. Lorelai says they just need to figure out a new routine and adjust to a new rhythm. Emily says that Lorelai is probably right. "I am right," Lorelai says. She can't wait any longer and asks what it is she's eating. "Sweetbreads," Emily tells her. Lorelai wonders what that means. Emily tells her it's pancreas. Lorelai's face is frozen in a nauseated pout.
Paris is having a full-on rager at a Franklin meeting at Chilton. She's tossing everyone's articles to the table shouting, "No!" with each passed piece. Someone interrupts, but Paris says she's not finished. She drops one more article to the table and shouts, "No." "Glad she finished that one," Louisa moans to Fraulein. Paris is hella pissed, saying that nobody in the room (except Rory) cares about this paper as much as she does. She wants to win the Oppenheimer award for best school paper, and with articles like these, they aren't going to win at all. Paris says the Oppenheimer award is a "statement." It says your paper is staffed with the best writers, the best reporters, and the best editors. It creates pain and jealousy in other schools that have to sit with the knowledge that they aren't the best -- that they can see the best, and it's not them. "I want to be those people. I wanna cause that pain." Rory says that their paper is good. Paris says it's not good enough. She says that last week's issue was a fine effort by a group of kids. Fraulein points out that they are kids. "Not in this room, we're not," Paris growls. She says their competition is The New York Times, The Wall Street Journal, and The Washington Post. She says she wants to submit a great issue. The deadline is in a week. Rory starts trying to get everyone to work. She asks if anyone has an idea for a theme. Paris offers: "The one that wins." Rory goes back to addressing the group. Everyone gets "to work," which in acting like a high schooler involves the physical move of lifting your shoulders to your ears to open a notebook. I don't know why, but everyone does it. To imply hard schoolwork, lift your shoulders as high as they can go as you feebly open a notebook or a folder, as if the weight of the words makes the pages super-heavy.