Kayaknya berapa kali pun nonton series ini nggak akan pernah bosan. Always like everything’s going on in their lives. Instead of watching the newest season, I put it off only to rewatch the previous seasons. And it’s gonna take a loooong time. It depends on my mood, though. Everything’s negotiable.
MY FINE LINE
“Oh, it is really good. It’s the best coffee in town.”
“You’re a regular Jack Kerouac.”
“I’m just screwing with your mind.”
Rory: Hey. It’s freezing.
Lorelai: Oh, what do you need? Hot tea, coffee?
Rory: Lip gloss.
Lorelai: Aha. I have vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and toasted marshmallow.
Rory: Anything in there not resembling a breakfast cereal?
Lorelai: Yes. It has no smell but it changes colors with your mood.
Rory: God. RuPaul doesn’t need this much makeup.
“Wow. You do not look old enough to have a daughter. No, I mean it. And you do not look like a daughter.”
“Korean never joke about future doctors.”
Sookie: I want to put it on the waffles for breakfast.
Lorelai: I want to take a bath in that sauce.
Sookie: I will make more.
Lorelai: Someday, when we open our own inn, diabetics will line up to eat this sauce.
Sookie: Won’t that be great?
Lorelai: Yeah. But the key to someday achieving that dream is for you to stay alive long enough, so we actually can open an inn. Do you understand?
Sookie: Yes, I understand.
“It sucks that after all these years your mom still hates me.”
“Boys don’t like funny girls.”
“Protestants love oatmeal.”
(Sookie St. James)
“People are particularly stupid today. I can’t talk anymore with them.”
“There’s something I haven’t thought of. I know there is something staring at me right in the face. I just… I haven’t seen it.”
“Since we are now financially involved in your life. I want to be actively involved in your life.”
”God! You’re like Ruth Gordon just standing there with a tannis root. Make a noise.”
Rory: Hey, how did you know I was reading Moby Dick?
Dean: I’ve been watching you.
Rory: Watching me?
Dean: I mean, not in a creepy, like “I’m watching you” sort of way. I just, I’ve noticed you.
Dean: Every day. After school you come out and you sit under that tree there and you read. Last week it was Madame Bovary. This week it’s Moby Dick.
Rory: But why would you—
Dean: Because you’re nice to look at. And because you’ve got unbelievable concentration.
Dean: Last Friday these two guys were tossing around a ball and one guy was nailed other right in the face. I mean, it was a mess, blood everywhere, the nurse came out. The place was in chaos, his girlfriend was all freaking out and you just sat there and read. You never even looked up. I thought, I have never seen anyone read so intensely before in my entire life. I have to meet that girl.
Rory: Maybe I just didn’t look up because I’m unbelievably self-centered.
Dean: Maybe, but I doubt it.
Lorelai: I forgot to tell we’re having dinner with your grandparents tomorrow night.
Rory: We are?
Rory: But it’s September.
Rory: So, what holiday’s in September?
Lorelai: Look, it’s not a holiday thing. It’s just dinner, okay?
Rory: Fine, sorry.
“Red meat can kill you. Enjoy.”
“I don’t tell you everything. I have my own things.”
Lorelai: This is about a boy. Of course. I can’t believe I didn’t see it. All those talk about money and bus rides, you got a thing going with a guy you don’t wanna leave school.
Rory: I’m going to bed.
Lorelai: God, I’m so dense. That should’ve been my first thought. After all, you’re me.
Rory: I’m not you.
Lorelai: Really? Someone willing to throw important life experiences outta the window to be with a guy. It sounds like me to me.
Lorelai: So, who is he?
Rory: There’s no guy.
Lorelai: Dark hair, romantic guy, looks a little dangerous.
Rory: This conversation is over.
Lorelai: Tattoos are good too.
Rory: I don’t wanna change schools because of all the reasons I’ve already told you a thousand times. If you don’t wanna believe me, that’s fine. Goodnight.
Lorelai: Does he have a motorcycle? ‘Cause if you’re gonna throw your life away, he better have a motorcycle!
Lorelai: Listen. Can we just start all over, okay? You tell me about the guy and I promised not to let my head explode, huh? Rory, please talk to me. Okay, I’ll talk. Don’t get me wrong. Guys are great. I am a huge fan of guys. You don’t get knocked up at sixteen being indifferent to guys. Babe, guys are always gonna be there. This school isn’t. It’s more important. It has to be more important.
Rory: I’m going to sleep.
Lorelai: Rory. You’ve always been the sensible one in this house, huh? I need you to remember that feeling now. You will kick your own butt later if you blow this.
Rory: Well, it’s my butt.
Lorelai: Good comeback.
Rory: Thank you.
Lorelai: You’re welcome. Rory, come on.
Rory: I don’t wanna talk about this. Could you please, please just leave me alone?
Lorelai: Okay, fine. We always had a democracy in this house. We never did anything unless we both agreed. But now I guess I’m gonna have to play the mom card. You’re going to Chilton whether you want to or not. Monday morning, you will be there, end of story.
Rory: We’ll see.
Lorelai: Yeah, we will.
Rory: So, do we go in and do we just stand here reenacting ‘The Little Match Girl’?
Lorelai: Okay, look, I know you and me are having a thing here and I know you hate me but I need you to be civil. At least through dinner, on the way home you can pull Menendez.
“Is that a collector’s cup or can I throw it away for you?”
“Well, it’s not every day that I have my girls here for dinner on a day the banks are open.”
“An education is the most important thing in the world, next to family.”
Emily: Lorelai, come back to the table.
Lorelai: Is this what it’s gonna be like every Friday night? I come over and let you attack me?
Emily: You’re being very dramatic.
Lorelai: Dramatic? Were you at that table just now?
Emily: Yes, I was. And I think you took what your father said the wrong way.
Lorelai: The wrong way? How could I’ve taken it the wrong way? What was open to interpretation?
Lorelai: Why do you pounce on every single thing I say?
Emily: That’s absurd. You barely uttered a word all night.
Lorelai: ‘That’s not true.’
Emily: You said pie.
Lorelai: Oh, come on.
Emily: You did. All I’ve heard you said was pie.
Lorelai: Why would he bring up Christopher? Was that really necessary?
Emily: He likes Christopher.
Lorelai: Isn’t that interesting? Because, as I remember, when Christopher got me pregnant, Dad didn’t like him so much.
Emily: Oh, well, please, you were sixteen. What were we supposed to do? Throw you a party? We were disappointed. The two of you had such bright futures.
Lorelai: Yes. And by not getting married we got to keep those bright futures.
Emily: When you get pregnant, you get married. A child needs a mother and a father.
Lorelai: Oh, Mom. Do you think that Christopher would have his own company right now if we’d gotten married? Do you think he would be anything at all?
Emily: Yes, I do. Your father would have put him in the insurance business and you’d be living a lovely life right now.
Lorelai: He didn’t wanna be in the insurance business and I am living a lovely life right now.
Emily: That’s right, far away from home.
Lorelai: Oh, here we go.
Emily: You took that girl, completely shut us out of your life.
Lorelai: You wanted to control me.
Emily: You were still a child.
Lorelai: I stopped being a child the minute the strip turned pink, okay? I had to figure out how to live. I found a good job.
Emily: As a maid. With all your brains and talent.
Lorelai: I worked my way up. I run the place now. I built a life on my own with no help from anyone.
Emily: Yes, and think where you would have been if you’d accepted a little help, hm? And where Rory would have been. But no, you always too proud to accept anything from anyone.
Lorelai: Well, I wasn’t too proud to come here to you two begging for money for my kid’s school, was I?
Emily: No, you certainly weren’t. But you’re too proud to tell her where you got it from, aren’t you? Well, fine. You have your precious pride and I have my weekly dinners. Isn’t that nice? We both win.
“You know what’s really special about our relationship? The total understanding about the need for one’s privacy. I mean, you really understand boundaries.”
- Rosemary’s Baby
- Moby Dick
- Madame Bovary
- The Little Match Girl
- Nick at Nite
MY BEST SHOT
Sutradara: Lesli Linka Glatter
Penulis Skenario: Amy Sherman-Palladino
Musik: Sam Phillips
Sinematografer: Teresa Medina & Hiro Narita
Desain Kostum: Vicki Graef & Caroline B. Marx
Tayang Perdana: 5 Oktober 2000
Durasi: 45 Menit
Nonton di: Netflix
Rating: 5 dari 5 Bintang