Chilton. Louisa and Fraulein pass out yearbooks, ripping out a page that has a lousy picture of them on it with each book. Of course, that's the one page of the book poor Brad's on. Fraulein rips off a tiny piece of the page and hands it back to Brad so that his yearbook isn't missing the photo.
Over at the grad night cruise table, Paris moans that nobody is ever going to buy a ticket. I guess Paris didn't get her way with the Boosters, and nobody wants to go on a lame three-hour tour for Project Graduation. Paris says that they've only sold eight tickets in an hour, so she wants Lorelai to unbutton her top. Lorelai tells Paris to stop looking at Lorelai's boobs. She asks Paris whether she's made a college decision yet. Paris is still deciding among Princeton, Columbia, and Yale. She's not that interested in Columbia, but her mom would hate it if she went there, so she's still considering it. She'd like to go to Princeton, but Jamie is there and she doesn't want to look like the girl who went to Princeton to be with Jamie and get her MRS in pathetic: "Suddenly I'm Felicity without the hair issues." Lorelai says that not going to a school you want to go to because your boyfriend is there is just as bad as going to a school you don't want to go to because he is. Yeah, but Paris is still going to Yale. Nice try, Lorelai. Paris thanks Lorelai for her advice. Lorelai leans in for a hug. Paris immediately flinches, fists huddled together in fear, and asks Lorelai what she's doing. Lorelai keeps moving in for the hug, telling Paris to unclench her fists. Paris politely taps Lorelai's arm. Back up to an A.