Back at the swinging English bash, Rory and Logan are winding down on the couch. "Tell me not to go," Logan says, all boozy. "Tell me not to get on that plane. Tell me to blow off my father, the paper, the whole Huntzberger destiny." Rory -- who is wearing a wig only two shades lighter than her own hair, for reasons I cannot ascertain -- looks like she'd like nothing more than to tell him just that. For once, though, she makes the unselfish move. "I can't do that," she says, and Logan must know that she's right, because instead of continuing to protest, he kisses her.
Luke is arguing with one of the troubadours when Lorelai comes in bleary-eyed. He asks her where she's been, clearly worried. "Let's elope," she blurts out. "C'mon, Luke. Grab your keys; let's go." Here's where I start crying. I mean, yes, I KNOW. I know Lorelai has made so many mistakes out of this whole engagement thing -- I'll concede that she's at least 30% to blame in how the whole Rory Delay/Home Repair/Secret Kid scenario played out, but...please. Please come on. It's his fault. He's ripped her off repeatedly and she's had enough, and I will forever be on her side, unto death. I don't care how hysterical she gets...which she does, right now. "Elope?" Luke says, as if she has just suggested they swim through piranha-infested waters, and his eyes widen as her frustration mounts. "We don't have to figure out all this now, do we?" he asks. Lorelai can't really hold it together, but she tells him straight out that they've been waiting and waiting and she doesn't want to put it off any longer. "Now is the right time," she says. "It's the best time, because it's NOW."
Luke drags Lorelai outside into the street "to talk," where she really gets going. She doesn't want to talk, she says, for the first time ever. "I want to DO," she cries. "I want to GO." Man, Lauren Graham. You break my heart. I would marry you! Any time! And I have no secret children! "Don't you love me?" she asks, begging him to understand how she feels. "I love you, Luke. I love you, and I have waited and I have stayed away and I have let you run this thing. No more! I asked you to marry me, and you said YES." He tries to calm her down, but has no luck. She's really going now, listing the sacrifices she has made, including agreeing not to use the purple wallpaper she wanted in the house: "If it's between you and the purple wallpaper, I pick you. I pick you!" Honestly, if you're not crying, you are made of hell's own brimstone.