Speaking of tears: when Lauren Graham cries, I cry. She's arrived at Mr. Cyr's apartment and lays it immediately on the line. "In two years, Amber's going to be graduated," she says when she walks in the door. "And you'll be 30! Or, almost 30. And... I think that's the time that we should go out, next." Aw. Whoa, whoa, whoa, Mr. Cyr says. "I'm asking you to go out with me," Sarah says, beginning to cry. Mr. Cyr: "In... two years?" He says he doesn't understand -- this dating thing has been working. "This is not the part of my life that's supposed to be working," she says. She moved back home to take care of her family, and she thinks she's doing a terrible job. She sobs that she can't think of anything else to do. "Wait," Mr. Cyr says. "I don't want to wait two years for this, do you?" Sarah: "Then don't, okay?" Oh, damn, L.G. You get me, every time. She leaves, having knocked the breath clean out of Mr. C and the rest of us, as well.