6.09 The Prodigal Daughter Returns. The next day.
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Mom?
Hey... It's Lorelai. I'm guessing you're out flying around in your jet up in the clouds some place just to make sure that Wild Blue Yonder Blue paint chip lives up to it's rep. If there's one thing I learned from you, it's that coordination matters. If I've heard you say it once, I've heard you say it a million times, 'It's the details that matter, Lorelai. The details. The little things.' And, right you were, Mom, right you were...
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Yeah, so... Uh, it's me again. Lorelai! Your daughter. Got cut off. Someday some genius is going to invent an answering machine tape that will meet my loquacious needs and when they do I'm going to invest big, big, big, I tell ya. Suggest you do the same. So, where was I?... Oh right, the little things mattering...
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I'm baaaaack! So, I've just had an evening with, Rory, Mom. A real evening. I am so proud of that girl, Mom. I hope you will be too. I know you're hurt that she left. I get that. I do. And I'm sorry. And I know she's going to say that to you too. But, try to be proud of her, Mom. There's a lot to be proud of. So... try to be proud... please...
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I know you won't ever feel that way about me. And I've accepted that. But, you've just got to feel that way about, Rory, Mom. Just got to. Because what she's got, well... it comes through me from you. And that thing that comes through me from you to her is moxie with a capital M. I know you hate it when I'm 'mawkish'. I know you do, Mom. And I also know that you're probably the only woman in the western world with that word in her spoken vocabulary. It's just that... sorry, trying to get a grip on myself here... and I don't have one of those monogrammed handkerchiefs with me that you give me every year at Christmas. Sorry about that, by the way...
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...I'm going to be better about keeping one of those with me from now on. I promise... Anyway, I know we don't always get along... I know you're disappointed in the way I live my life, but Rory is strong, Mom. She's strong... like you. And like me. But because of you... And she's going out to make a life of her own...
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So, I guess my point is that we all learn by example. And you've set a helluva an example with your life, Lady. You have. You march on. You keep going. You always got your head up... Sorry, I'm babbling... But I got my daughter back last night... My beautiful daughter... And I want to thank you for that... And I want to say again, and I hope you hear me this time... I'm sorry that I hurt you. I'm sorry, Mom...
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Ok, in summation: Emily Gilmore, you have shown us all what grit is. And I don't mean like grit in shower grout which is totally gross----and would never be in your shower grout at all! I mean it wouldn't dare! But in that Barbara Stanwyck way. And I mean the bleach blonde film noir shoot 'em through the heart while looking them in eye Barbara Stanwyck, as opposed to the earlier screwball Stanwyck...
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Thank God you've got a long tape there, Lady. Anyway, Mom. Rory's going back to Yale. Rory's got a job on a newspaper. She's a strong, independent woman who is going out into the world to get... and give... what she wants.. So, be proud, Mom. Try... to just... be proud...
That's all, really...
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Me again here... Mom... I love you...
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