At Yale, Rory is doing a little modification on Operation Finish Line. "There is no way I am signing up for the LSAT," she says, crossing it off the chart. "Sure you are," says Paris. "Don't get lazy on me now." Rory says that she is just not interested in being a lawyer -- she wants to be a journalist. Paris insists that she won't have to be a lawyer if she gets a law degree: "Look at Dan Abrams. He's a journalist, but because of his law degree, he's the face of the Scott Peterson trial!" Rory rightly says that she does not want to be the face of the Scott Peterson trial: "And I hate Dan Abrams." She says that she also does not intend to take the MCAT, despite the success of Sanjay Gupta. Paris is disappointed, but they are interrupted by a phone call from Lucy inviting them to join her for tray sliding in the snow. "We can cross it off the list!" says Rory. Paris reluctantly agrees. As they put on their coats, Rory thanks her, finally, for saying such nice things about her in the cafeteria. "Well, I just didn't want your juvenile hysterics to muck up the whole chart," says Paris. "You're not going to cry, are you?" Love. Rory reminds her that if she falls and breaks her face, as many tray sliders do, she can just spend a night in the infirmary which will fulfill a "typical college experience" on Operation Finish Line. Yes, well, so would having regrettable sex in a fratty room that smells like vomit, but I don't recommend that, either. (Oh my God, no, y'all. I never did that, okay?)
Strummily, we see that Lorelai has been sleeping single in a double bed. Christopher never came home last night. When the phone rings and she rushes to grab it, hoping it's him, it turns out to be Luke. He is over the moon, having won the custody he wanted. He gets to see April one weekend a month -- which is outrageous, considering that she is moving across the country -- and various holidays and summer times. "Your letter was a big help," he says. Lorelai's full of sadness as she congratulates him and hangs up.
Rory is in class at Yale, sitting in Grandpa's class as he charms his students while going over the syllabus. He's barely gotten started with the lesson when he starts breathing a little funny. Rory looks concerned, but not overly so, until, suddenly, Richard grabs his arm, and keels to the floor. (Note to the producers: if you kill Richard, I ain't gonna make it.)