Rory arrives home to find Doyle charging out the door. "HAVE A NICE LIFE!" he screams back toward the apartment, slamming the door behind him. To Rory, he announces that Paris has just broken up with him. "She did? Why?" she asks. "I don't know," Doyle answers, "maybe because SHE'S PSYCHO?!" From inside, we hear Paris argue that she is NOT PSYCHO. Doyle counters that YES, SHE IS. "I WILL NOT TAKE IT BACK," he screams at the door, "because YOU are a CERTIFIABLE NUTJOB." He's correct, of course. Rory goes inside to find a very serene Paris wearing what I swear is a purple pantsuit with silver flats. Paris insists that breaking up with Doyle was the only thing to do -- she has this big decision to make and does not want him influencing it. After all, she points out, it is statistically unlikely that she will stay with her college boyfriend long-term. "So, how am I going to feel in twenty years," she argues, "when I look back and realize that I based such a huge decision on some college guy who may or may not make the holiday newsletter cutoff?" Rory's making the biggest sad face, ever. "But," she says, "you love him." Paris shrugs. "Yeah, well," she says, "I'll deal." The good news, she says, she has come up with a highly complicated decision-making schematic to help her choose which school to attend. The problem, however, is that her embarrassment of riches continues to grow. She's received three more acceptances. Rory gets that worried look again -- seeing it, Paris tells her that nothing has come from the Times. Sighing, Rory gets up and goes to play her messages. It's the infernal Lucy! She and Olivia are inviting Rory to come and toast their new Manhattan apartment, Glenda. Yes, they named their new apartment. "Weird," Paris says in what is the biggest understatement I have ever heard her use. Rory notices that Paris is sort of sad and lonely, and invites her along.
Back at the CrapShack, Sookie and Jackson stand before the reason for Jackson's earlier panicked phone call as Paul Anka whines a foreboding whine. Jackson has jacked up (ha!) Lorelai's dollhouse. Apparently, he was admiring it and thinking he might make one for Martha, and when he picked it up to check out its support system, it was way heavier than he thought, and he dropped it. And... then he fell on it. "You broke the only thing from Lorelai's childhood that she actually liked," Sookie yelps. "How could you? Why did you have to touch it?" Again, he insists that it was just an accident and tries to think of a solution. "Maybe I could try and put it back together?" he says. Sookie snorts: "Yeah, you're so handy." Jackson has had it. "Okay, that's enough," he says. "I know what this is about, and it's not about this dollhouse." Sookie says that of course this is about the dollhouse, that she's already said she's excited about the baby. "But that's not the same as you forgiving me," he says, "which you haven't done." Let's keep it real here for a second -- I love Jackson, but saying you got a vasectomy which you then did not get and "accidentally" getting your wife pregnant is a far larger deal than he seems to think. I'm glad Sookie is still mad about it -- and she finally admits that yeah, she is. Every time she's in pain with the pregnancy or Davey and Martha have tantrums or get sick, she gets scared about having the third baby, and then feels guilty about it and mad that Jackson has put her into this situation. "I understand," he says. "I'm still mad at myself. It's just that at some point... you are going to forgive me eventually, right?" Sookie says she wants to, really, but she's overwhelmed. They sit quietly and review the wreckage of the dollhouse. "Boy," she says, putting her hand on his knee, "you really plowed into that thing, huh?"