The sun is coming up outside the restaurant in Paris, but Lorelai is still moony over Christopher. Good one, Al Lowe. Tearily, Lorelai says that she's just so happy; she never wants any of this Paris stuff to end. "Well, it doesn't have to end," Christopher says. "When we get back to Stars Hollow, we can sleep all day and wander the town in the middle of the night and that stuff we did back at the hotel room? We can definitely do that stuff back in Stars Hollow." Once again, they emotionally declare their love for each other. "Lor," says Christopher, "remember when I told you that I would wait until we were both eighty for you to figure out 'us'?" He says he doesn't want to wait. "Chris..." says Lorelai, understanding what he means, and worrying that it's too soon: "We've only been dating a few months." Chris: "Try twenty-five years." Yes, well, twenty-five years during which you both were engaged and/or married to other people three separate times. But, you know, forget all that. Christopher wants to get married right there in Paris. Right now. "Not here," says Lorelai. Chris: "Why not?" Lorelai: "Well...Rory." Christopher insists that Rory will be thrilled. Lorelai says again that she loves him, but that she thinks they should wait. Christopher doesn't want to. Overwhelmed, Lorelai stares into his eyes as he asks her to marry him.