Marty and Rory are on Marty's bed, studying Rome. "College is breaking my spirit," he admits. "Every single day telling me things I don't know. It's making me feel stupid." They decide to take a break, since Rory's exhausted. Marty says that living is exhausting. Rory complains that her week totally sucked. By the way, Rory couldn't position her head any further away from Marty. She clearly isn't interested in him. "Why'd it suck?" Marty asks. "Just a ton of schoolwork," she says, adding: "Ramadan." Check out this lie: "I broke up with my boyfriend this week." Every single word in that sentence is a lie! "That was fun. In front of a bunch of people at my grandmother's house." A bunch of people who belittled you in public. Rory then mopes about Christopher, and how her dad just keeps trying to be in her life when she totally doesn't need his broke ass. Marty says that once he found out his dad wasn't really his dad, it made their relationship much better, since all the fatherly pressure had been taken off. Marty shouldn't bother trying to open up to Rory, because when she's not talking about herself, she immediately falls asleep. Just as Marty tries to veer the conversation back to Rory's being single, he notices that she's zonked out in his bed. Get used to it, Marty, because if you do become her boyfriend, it's the loneliest job there is.
Lorelai made popcorn. The phone rings, but she's too busy reading the back of the DVD she's about to watch. Even her answering machine message (and maybe get with the '00s, Lor, and splurge on voicemail) is impatient and snippy. The phone call is from Christopher. He asks if she's there. He says he's calling because lunch ended badly, and if she talked to Rory she knows that it totally wasn't his fault. He asks her to call. Lorelai instead turns off the light and waltzes upstairs to watch Strummy-Strummy-La-La: The Third Act Resolution.
Emily gets home from her great date. Can Richard see her from the pool house? At the door, Emily and Simon giggle and decide to do this again sometime. They handshake a "good night."
Emily enters her house. Once the door shuts, she stops. Her smile fades. Emily weeps in her empty house, sad that her life has changed so much in such a short period of time, feeling lost and lonely in having to start over. Happy Thanskgiving, America!