Lorelai walks outside and calls Max. "Where are we gonna live?" she asks him. "Your house? My house?" Max says he doesn't know. He's also wearing an aqua shirt and gray sweat pants, so what does he know about anything? Lorelai says she's got a life and a kid and that both of them require some kind of house. She says that she has lots of stuff she's accumulated over the years, and that it's hers and it needs a place to live. Lorelai says that she wants to work, and likes her bank. It's a small bank and the teller's name is Margie and she doesn't know how to count and Lorelai finds something very poetic in a bank teller who doesn't count so well. Lorelai, it's called Bank of America. It's really not that hard to find. Max tells Lorelai to calm down. She sits and pouts. "If I die I want you to know where the coupon drawer is," she says. He says he'd like that, too. She says they need to figure these things out. Max asks whether Lorelai's saying yes. "Why are you asking me that?" Lorelai stalls. He says she's calling him freaking out about discussing these things, so he wants to know whether she's saying yes and that's why they need to discuss these things. "Are you?" he asks. Lorelai sits.