Lane storms up to Lane 2.0, and tells her that she can't put any fliers up in the diner. She says she's surprised that MamaLane told Lane 2.0 that she could, because she can't. Lane tells her to stand on a street corner, just like Lane had to from ages six through fourteen. Lane 2.0 whines that she's so hungry. It's flaxseed muffin month, and she's feeling fatigued from a lack of real nutrients in her food: "I have trouble lifting my toothbrush." Lane sits Lane 2.0 down and feeds her fries. Lane 2.0 says that MamaLane told her that fries were the devil's starchy fingers. Lane says they're also hot and delicious and lacking in flaxseed. Lane 2.0 says that fries are a gateway food into pizza, movie popcorn, and deep-fried Snickers bars. Mmm. Lane 2.0 is singing me a sweet, sweet love song. Lane holds the plate of fries under Lane 2.0's nose. Lane 2.0 takes one and is in heaven. "Welcome to America," says Lane. Enjoy your freedom fries.
Yale cafeteria. Rory is going on about some paper nobody cares about. Paris is too busy realizing that all the old professors are checking her out, because she now has a reputation as an oldie-lover. Professor Prady is currently giving her the hey-now: "You sleep with one old guy, and suddenly you're Catherine Zeta-Jones." Rory's phone rings, and then my phone rings and it's really strange for a few seconds when I think that perhaps Emily has called me to ask that I put on decent clothes before I recap. Maybe the pajamas, but could I at least put on a bra? Sufficiently self-guilt tripped, I do just that. My phone call was from Stee on his bachelor party weekend. I think he hid in the back to call me so that he wasn't teased. I told him that he's not supposed to call me. "Hey, text me when the couch arrives, would you?" Emily and Richard have called Rory from Richard's office, on his speakerphone. They tell her that they're throwing a Yale alumni party this Friday night, so while that means that Rory and Lorelai won't be having a Friday-night dinner, it also means that they'd love Rory to come and meet some of their friends. They beg Rory to come so that they can get their "weekly Rory fix." They promise she won't have chicken or steak-on-a-stick. Then they both fake-laugh. ["The unison fake laugh may have been my favorite part of this episode." -- Wing Chun] But what about Rory's new club? Rory says she'd love to come, and asks if it's fancy. They tell her to wear a pretty little dress and bring her face. Emily asks her to come an hour early. Rory hangs up. Paris asks what's going on. Rory tells her that her grandparents are having a party. Paris bolts from the table because of the sex-daggers thrown at her from another old guy who just doddered in.