Sookie storms out to the dining room, descending on Norman Mailer and his little party of two in a righteous rage. "You happy, Norman Mailer, huh? Lunch has been cancelled." She takes away their iced tea, stopping short of dumping it in his lap. Tom Robbins would have let her dump iced tea in his lap, I'll bet. She compares Mailer's behavior to her coming into a bookstore and reading his books without buying them. Although I think if you hang out in a bookstore long enough to read something by Norman Mailer, you're going to end up paying rent. Sookie picks up a book and flips through it disdainfully: "Ooh, yeah, someone sure likes to use his big words." Lorelai swoops in, trying to smooth things over by taking away the book and herding Sookie back to the kitchen. "What?" Sookie says in disbelief, pointing at the book. "What? Yeah, write that down." Hee. Mailer hasn't said a word, by the way.
Back in the kitchen, Sookie loudly blames Mailer for the cancellation of lunch. Lorelai asks her why she's being so nutty over lunch. No kidding. Is she really so averse to going home for a few hours during the day and, I don't know, seeing her baby or something? If someone offered me the middle of the day off I'd be all over it. Sookie confesses that she doesn't know why she's being so crazy. She knows it's just temporary and it's not Norman Mailer's fault, and she tries to calm down and it just makes her more upset and -- "Oh, my God, I'm pregnant." Again? Already? If she loses as much weight as she did during her last pregnancy she's going to end up as thin as Lorelai. Lorelai gasps and hugs her. Sookie, her mood having just pulled a total one-eighty, runs out to the dining room and yells, "Norman Mailer, I'm pregnant!" Apparently this show was titled by the same people who come up with titles for episodes of The Amazing Race. The author congratulates her and halfheartedly returns her hug. Sookie runs back into the kitchen, clapping her hands happily. Man, what the hell was Mailer thinking? How many offers does he get to be on TV, and he picks the one where he's a human pregnancy test for a secondary character on The WB? And people thought Harlot's Ghost was embarrassing.
Yale Daily Strummy-Strummy-La-La. Paris, looking nauseated, tells Rory that she thinks she had some bad host. So much setup, so little payoff. Rory gets an Instant Message on her screen: "Hey, Ace, I've got a proposition for you." She looks around and sees Logan smirking at her from behind his computer. "Shoot," she types. Logan responds, "I'll help you with your article. Get you the inside scoop. You just have to agree to a few conditions." There is absolutely no reason he would do this, since she has no advantage over him whatsoever and wouldn't know how to press it if she did. But she asks, "What conditions?" "The first condition is you have to agree before you know the conditions. What do you say, Ace? You in or out?" Rory gives it a moment's thought, weighing the possibility of getting a boring story against waking up in a hospital room packed to the gills with roofies and man-glue, and types, "I'm in." I must say, the proper spelling, punctuation and capitalization in these IMs isn't going far enough toward assuaging my rage toward this scene. Rory looks up from her computer to see that Logan has disappeared from behind his. Mr. Roarke?