"That’s my girl." End Card: A close-up of the hourglass. Sand falls. Fade to black.

"Now they want gluten-free, dairy-free, sugar-free and fun-free churros!"

"Maybe Luke’s hourglass is magic."

Taylor pauses. "That history isn’t boring. It’s a story."

"Impatient? Me? I once waited three whole minutes for a red light. I’m a saint."

Luke pours Lorelai’s coffee before the sand runs out.

Lorelai stares into her coffee cup like it owes her money. Rory, home for the weekend from Yale, sits across from her, nursing a cold and a heavy textbook.