Episode Report Card Al Lowe: C+ | 3 USERS: B+ YOU GRADE IT The Day My Maw Got Out Of Prison
By Al Lowe | Season 7 | Episode 4 | Aired on 10.16.2006
Upstairs, Luke shows April around the place, even though he's just said she's seen it before. She can't help but point out that the place is a little...brown. "You know, this place is kind of depressing, isn't it?" Luke says. April cackles, confirming that yes, it is. "Sorry if that hurt your feelings," she says. "Mom says bluntness isn't my most attractive quality." Yes, a little less Asperger's might be good coming from you, Fake Rory. Instead of giving her a lesson on manners, Luke says they can go to the store later and get some lamps or whatever, and April suggests hitting Tar-jay. "Sounds kind of fancy," Luke says. She laughs again, telling him that's just how they say "Target." Luke, who apparently spends all his spare time in a cave, has never heard of the great red bullseye in the sky, and says that he's never been. They make plans to go the next night, and April happily adjusts her avocado pit in the sunlight of the window sill while Luke pauses in the doorway to gaze meaningfully and fatherly at his Fake Rory.
Rory is back in the swing at the Yale paper, and is congratulating her staff on locking down the first issue of the year. Paris takes this opportunity to mention her time spent watching Doyle work as a fact checker during the summer at The Hartford Current, the work of which made the Yale Daily News look like a joke. The staff shifts uncomfortably as Rory asks what Paris's point may be. "Oh, I thought I was clear," Paris says. "Compared to the Current, this place is a joke." Rory rightfully ignores her and hands out assignments to the rest of the group. One of the staff members has to fully disclose that he once had "a thing" with one of the artists he's assigned to cover for an art show piece, so Rory volunteers to go in his place. She asks Paris if she would like to accompany her, but Paris must decline, citing her plans to accompany Doyle to a Current happy hour. "We're like the Efron and Bernstein of the group," she says, adding that if Rory's desperate for someone to take the art thing, she should force Bill to go with her. No doubt wanting to avoid hanging out with Bill and his distinct Gilbert and Sullivan haircut, Rory says that she's not desperate. Paris tries to get her to admit that she is, but Rory insists that she isn't. "Go to your party, Paris," Rory says. "Be the couple whose divorce was so painful it was memorialized in both literature and film."