Episode Report Card admin: B+ | Grade It Now! YOU GRADE IT A Hazy Shade of Whining
By admin | Season 1 | Episode 13 | Aired on 02.14.2001
Rory's locker. Paris, Louisa, and Fraulein are standing next to Rory. Rory says they should make a plan to work out their debate. Paris says they can't study at her house. "My mother is having the entire place redone. She wants all evidence of my father out of there. So unless you want to sit on no furniture while watching three Harvey Fierstein impersonators rip up the carpet and paint everything a ridiculous shade of white and call it 'angel's kiss,' then we're going to have to go to somebody else's house." Fraulein says that her brother has the measles, which coupled with ER, officially makes measles the Sweeps Life-Threatening Illness of 2001. Except here it's no big deal. Louisa says that her mother is having an affair, so her house is out as well. Rory says that she guesses they could study at her house. She says it's a mess from the rummage sale, but it's there. Louisa says she thought Rory's house was far. Rory says it's thirty minutes by bus. "Bus? I don't do busses," Louisa sasses. Rory asks if they have a better suggestion. Paris grumps that she'll drive. Rory sets the date for tomorrow. They all droll out a, "Fine."
Philllipppe walks straight over and leans on Paris at the locker. He tells her that he's disappointed they didn't get to work on the same team for the debate. Paris asks why. He says that he knows it'd be much more fun working with her, and if they were together they'd surely win the debate. Philllipppe says they'll have to "pair up on something else." Rory literally bites her lip. Paris blushes that she'd like that as Philllipppe starts to walk off. He says goodbye to all of the girls, except for Rory. Louisa smiles and says, "Tristan certainly has very big eyes for you, Grandma." Paris says he's just being nice. Louisa and Fraulein wish that Philllipppe would be so nice to them. Paris says they need to get to class.
"Wow. All three of them, huh?" Lane asks Rory. "Double, double, toil and trouble," Rory moans. As they enter the antique shop lawn, Lane says it should make for an interesting afternoon. Rory's not done yet, however, and finishes: "With the pricking of my thumbs something wicked this way comes." Lane smiles and says, "You're doing very well in that Shakespeare class, aren't you?" "Not bad!" Rory smiles. "Good," Lane chats. "Thanks!" Rory smiles. She stops Lane at the door to the shop and asks her what lie they are going to use on MamaLane to get her to allow Lane to go to the concert. Lane has decided they are going to say that they're going to a play. Lane says she thinks that's the safest word. "'Show' or 'concert' would be very bad." Rory says they could say it's a movie. Lane says that's too far from the truth and is almost a lie. "But a play is not a lie?" Lane says that it's far enough from the truth that it might be a lie, but close enough to the truth that she could probably "negotiate a purgatory stint." They agree on "play."