Meanwhile, Paris and Rory walk the halls at Yale (actually, I think they walk the same hall twice) talking about what's going to happen after graduation. Rory, it seems, has yet to make any plans. Paris asks what Rory's "taking" now that her editorship has ended. "'Taking'?" Rory asks, and Paris reveals that she's talking about anti-depressants. She tells Rory the difference between the types of drugs, suggesting that Rory may not need the ones that help panic attacks, since it doesn't look like she's yet at that point. Rory says that she has no plans of getting there. "Well, you will," Paris warns. "I know when I was finished as editor, I went into a major tailspin. Couldn't you tell?" Rory: "Well, you masked it so well with your general gloomy disposition." Paris snarkily suggests thar Rory call her "Girls Gone Wild" friends to take her mind off her troubles: "They seem delightful in a get crazy-drunk in Cancun and flash your breasts kind of way." Rory assures Paris that her take on Lucy and Olivia is off-base. I'd have to agree; they do not seem like the Cancun types, but the sort who pretend to be crazy drunk in Soho and slap Lindsay Lohan. Rory and Paris part ways with a final word of advice from Paris about the debilitating sexual side effects of the Lexapro. "Of course," she adds, "with Logan gone, that's moot." Rory: "Always a pleasure, Paris." Yes, it is.

At MamaKim's, Zach and Lane (who looks so so so so cute) tentatively eat some Korean cuisine as they try to work up the nerve to tell Mrs. Kim about the babies. She notices their worried glances and says she's figured out the cause of their avoiding her lately: "You have no new music to show me, and you are ashamed." Zach goes into nervous explanation that in fact, he has been working on some new stuff with an electric mandolin. (I'd make fun of that, but we use one in my band, too.) Finally, Lane can't take it anymore and bursts out with the news: "Mama, I'm pregnant!" Mrs. Kim rises from the table looking stern as Lane fumbles with a doctor's note, screaming that they didn't have sex before the wedding, she swears. "Hit me! Hit me!" Zach yells, as Mrs. Kim comes closer, and you'd think she'd use this opportunity to take Zach up on it, but she doesn't. More's the pity. Instead, MamaKim takes Lane's face in her hands and says to everyone's surprise that a new child is a great blessing. In Korean, she congratulates them both, and Zach happily tells her that she should say it twice, since they're having twins. For a moment, MamaKim looks twice as happy, but she recovers her usual stern demeanor in time to announce that, on Monday, Lane and Zach will move in with her. The room is silent as Lane struggles for the right words to refuse, but before she can say a word, Zach pulls the ultimate husband blunder and simply answers, "Cool." I smack my head so loud it can be heard next door -- no truer representation of the perils of marriage has ever been shown! The child-parent-spouse relationship is fraught with such moments. In my house, they usually involve my husband and my mom ganging up on me in a round of "Why Al Doesn't Know Best About Anything," high-fiving each other over my head when I finally give up. "I must go email this good news to our relatives," MamaKim says happily. "They just got WiFi."