At their apartment, Paris is quizzing Rory on the 2002 party to which she is invited. Paris doesn't get it: "Will there be dancing?" Rory says that there will be 2002 dancing. "So," Paris says, "we're talking mostly hip-hop." Rory assures Paris that she does not have to hip-hop dance at this party. "Oh, I can hip-hop dance," Paris brags. "Don't you worry. Doyle and I will be scorching the floorboards." Yay! Rory says that she's looking forward to that as she answers a call on her cell phone. It's Lorelai, deep in the throes of her knitting practice, asking how much Rory is going to pledge per skein: "What do you say -- like, ten bucks a skein?" Rory: "How about, five dollars?" Lorelai: "So, fifteen?" Rory: "Make it three dollars." Lorelai: "Twenty a skein?" Rory: "Buck-fifty!" Lorelai: "Twenty-five smackeroos?" Rory: "Seventy-five cents!" Lorelai says that they have no idea how to haggle, and Rory agrees, asking to be put down for thirty dollars, overall. "I will not take less than thirty," says Lorelai. Rory: "The best I can do is thirty." Lorelai: "All right, you give me thirty and it's a deal." Absolutely, fantastically wonderful, classically cute Gilmorian scene. I loved it. Have I said how awesome Alexis Bledel has been in the last few eps? And I just don't mean her hair this time, which can occasionally act her out of the room. As music begins bumping in the living room, we see Paris and Doyle practicing their dance moves for the upcoming party. I rewound it ten times. Lorelai tells her about Jackson and Christopher's upcoming "man date." Rory: "Cute. A mandated man date?" They chat on, eventually ending up on Rory's current crisis: her queasy encounters with Marty. "Well, you're a hard one to get over, kid," Lorelai says. "When guys feel rejected they act all cold and weird." Rory agrees, but points out that she rejected Marty -- "if that's what even happened" -- years ago and that he should be over it by now. Lorelai suggests that Rory try to be the bigger person, but Rory rightly points out that she shouldn't have to be; there should be a statute of limitations on being a jerk. Lorelai has to cut the conversation short when she sees Christopher come down the stairs on the way to his man date. "So, uh, thirty dollars a skein?" she shoots as she hangs up, while Rory insists that it's thirty, total.