Paris leans against a doorway. Rory walks over and asks why Paris's mother would care. "She thinks I'm not enough of a people person," Paris says, sarcastically adding that she doubts highly that Madame Curie was voted "Most Likely To Dress Like Jennifer Lopez." Rory asks whether Paris wants to be a scientist. Paris nods, smiles, and says, "Cancer research." "Cool," Rory says. Lane walks over and says, "Oh, no." Turns out that the only Korean boy at the party has his "Korean Girl Radar turned on." The Korean boy makes a beeline over to Lane. He introduces himself. Lane introduces Rory and Paris. "We've met," Paris drones. "Paris," Korean Boy says. His name is Henry. He asks Lane to dance. Lane tells him that they're talking. Henry asks whether they can put the conversation on hold for one dance: "No crazy dance mixes." Lane agrees, and tells Rory that if she's not back in one dance, Rory has to come down with whatever illness will make them have to leave. Rory complies by saying that she already feels a fever coming on, and Lane leaves Rory with Lane's jacket. "Unbelievable," Paris says, as Lane starts dancing all cute and sexy with Henry. "She's here five minutes and she has a date. I've been going to this school nine years and I'm the French soda monitor," Paris pouts. Sorry, Miss Bratson. Rory watches the party and the dancing for a little while, sighs, and walks off.

The DJ is moving his turntable slowly with one finger, even though the music is just playing "Every Day I Write the Book" without any sort of scratching. There is dancing. Rory drops the coats in the pool table room and finds Philllipppe staring off, all sad and pouty.

Meanwhile, Lorelai is getting her mack on. She and Max are in lip-lock, and Lorelai stops to say that she didn't come there just to make out. They kiss some more, and Max pulls away to say that this is crazy. In an overhead shot, we watch the two of them pace and stammer around. Max says that he doesn't see her for months, and now this. They kiss again. "You do that so good," Lorelai smiles. Max makes her sit on the couch; he sits on a chair far from the couch and puts a table between them so that they can talk without mugging down. He asks how she's been. She says she's been "good." He says that she looks really good. She says he does too. He says he's missed her. She says she's glad, because otherwise the greeting would have been inappropriate. He says he's been thinking about them. She says she hasn't, and that it's a good thing, because if she gave it any thought it'd be too hard. She asks if he has any solutions. He doesn't. "So, nothing's changed," she says. He agrees. She says that it was probably a bad idea for her to go there. "Probably," he says. They sit in silence for a second. "Screw this," Max says, tossing the table over and grabbing her into a kiss. Commercial.