input: TEXT: OPEN AT LORELAI'S HOUSE [Rory pulls up in her car, grabs some bags from the trunk, then walks into the house. An alarm starts blaring.] LORELAI: Oh, crap! [tries to turn off the alarm] RORY: What's going on? Is it the smoke detector? Are we on fire? LORELAI: It's not the smoke detector, it's the alarm! RORY: What alarm? LORELAI: Our alarm. RORY: We don't have an alarm. LORELAI: Well, then, we have really angry rats. Did you cut your hair? RORY: Well, I just trimmed it. LORELAI: You didn't tell me you were cutting your hair. RORY: It was a spur-of-the-moment thing. LORELAI: A spur-of-the-moment, "let's not tell my mother I'm pulling a G.I. Jane"? RORY: Are we seriously gonna have this conversation now during the air raid? LORELAI: You're right. Come on. [leads her to the other side of the room] RORY: What are we doing? LORELAI: I figured out that there is a motion detector, and if you stand over here, it can't see you and calms down. RORY: Great, so what now? LORELAI: We wait. So why didn't you tell me you were getting your hair cut? RORY: It's just a trim. LORELAI: To the Braille Institute, it's just a trim. RORY: Do you like it? LORELAI: Will you put it back if I don't? RORY: Mom! LORELAI: Yes, I like it. RORY: Thank you. [the alarm stops] RORY: Oh, thank God. LORELAI: Feels good when it's over, huh? RORY: This is crazy. When did we get an alarm? LORELAI: Well, apparently, Kirk... RORY: Oh, no. LORELAI: 
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output: <extra_id_0> Back home for the weekend, Rory has an uncomfortable encounter with Dean, her ex, and ends up getting invited to his wedding the next day. Meanwhile, Lorelai and Sookie visit Michel at his trendy new workplace, but run into problems getting the permit they need to begin construction on the inn.<extra_id_1>