TEXT: LORELAI'S HOUSE [Rory wakes up on the bathroom floor. Downstairs, Paris sit at the table with her head in her hands, and Kirk limps in and joins her, sighing.] PARIS: Founder's Day punch? KIRK: Abba Zabbas. [Lorelai comes in the side door, extremely perky. She is carrying several paper bags.] LORELAI: Good morning Vietnam! How's everyone feeling today? [Kirk and Paris groan.] LORELAI: Terrific! Okay, I got tacos, hard tacos, I got soft tacos, I got fries, curly, straight, and spicy - PARIS: Are you serious? LORELAI: Trust me. It's the best hangover food on the east coast. KIRK: You get a Mars bar? You know, hare to the dog? LORELAI: Ah, there's pop tarts in the cabinet, Kirk. Coffee'll be up in a minute, grab some water and start hydrating! [Rory wanders in.] PARIS: The smell of these tacos is making me nauseous. LORELAI: No, no, no. That's the quart of Patty's non-FDA-approved Founder's Day punch you drank last night. Eat a taco. RORY: Oh, thank God, hangover food. LORELAI: That's my little college girl. RORY: Tito's was open this early? LORELAI: Well, it was for me. RORY: The power you have over fast food owners is astonishing. PARIS [mouth full of taco]: Oh, God. I think I'm going to throw up. [Pause] No. I'm good. RORY: By the way, thanks for leaving me on the bathroom floor all night. LORELAI: Uh, hey, I tried to get you up. You actually used your foot to stop me. RORY: I did? LORELAI: Yes. It was very House of Flying Daggers, but with vomiting. RORY
SUMMARY:
Rory finally realizes that she's not a casual dater and tells Logan that she wants to be friends. He surprises her by suggesting they become a couple instead, while she's certainly fine with that plan, his family may not be. Luke fills in as Head Chef at the Dragonfly while Lorelai looks for a temporary replacement for Sookie, who must remain in bed for the rest of her pregnancy. Unfortunately, Sookie doesn't like losing control of her kitchen and interferes with Luke. And Paris learns the real reason why Doyle hasn't returned her calls lately.