Written by: Amy Sherman-Palladino
Directed by: Lesli Linka Glatter
(Lorelai walks past a sign that says 'Stars Hollow Founded 1779' and across the street. She goes into a coffee shop. Inside she takes off her coat and walks up to the counter, coffee cup in hand.)
Aug 20, 2011. Gilmore Girls The first effort from the Family Friendly Forum's Script Development Fund, an initiative between advertisers and the WB to introduce more all-ages programming to TV, works a little. Aug 17, 2020.
LORELAI: Please, Luke. Please, please, please.
LUKE: How many cups have you had this morning?
LORELAI: None.
But they don't write the script after they cast the guy, so maybe they had a bad day and couldn't find a very attractive man to play him, and didn't want to change the script to. There's a CREEPY MAN in his thirties, pretending to be in his twenties standing over her.
Lauren Graham shot the pilot for Gilmore Girls while still employed by a different network. Grahams road to portraying Lorelai was rife with roadblocks. The famed TV mom received the script for the series more than once, but only read it the second time. Graham was already tied into working on another show.
LUKE: Plus...
LORELAI: Five, but yours is better.
LUKE: You have a problem.
LORELAI: Yes, I do.
(Luke fills her cup.)
LUKE: Junkie.
LORELAI: Angel. You've got wings, baby.
(The phone rings as Lorelai goes back to her table. Luke answers it.)
LUKE: Luke's. (pause) Yeah.
A young guy seated at the counter turns and watches Lorelai sip her coffee then gets up and approaches her.)
JOEY: You make that look really good.
LORELAI: Oh it is really good. It's the best coffee in town.
JOEY: Oh yeah? I'll have to get a cup.
LORELAI: Good plan.
JOEY: Yeah, I've never been here before. Just passing through on my way to Hartford.
LORELAI: You're a regular Jack Kerouac.
JOEY: Yeah. Hey, you mind if I sit down?
LORELAI: Oh, you know what? Actually I'm meeting someone so I --
(Joey sits down as she's talking.)
JOEY: I'm Joey.
LORELAI: OK.
JOEY: What -- you don't have a name?
LORELAI: No, I do have a name. I just -- I'm really meeting someone, so --
JOEY: So I guess I should get going.
LORELAI: So soon?
JOEY: What?
LORELAI: I'm just screwing with your mind, Joey. It's nice to meet you. Enjoy Hartford.
JOEY: Enjoy your coffee, Mystery Woman.
LORELAI: Hmm. I like that.
(As Joey goes back to the counter Rory walks in the door.)
RORY: Hey. It's freezing.
LORELAI: Oh, what do you need? Hot tea, coffee --
RORY: Lip gloss.
LORELAI: Aha.
(Lorelai picks up a makeup bag.)
LORELAI: I have vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and toasted marshmallow.
RORY: Anything in there not resembling a breakfast cereal?
LORELAI: Yes.
(Lorelai pulls out another bag.)
LORELAI: It has no smell but it changes colors with your mood.
RORY: God, RuPaul doesn't need this much makeup.
LORELAI: Well you're crabby.
RORY: I'm sorry. I lost my Macy Gray CD and I need caffeine.
LORELAI: Ooh -- I have your CD.
RORY: Thief.
LORELAI: Sorry and I will get you some coffee.
(Lorelai picks up another coffee cup and goes back to the counter where Luke gives her a look.)
LORELAI: What? It's not for me. It's for Rory, I swear.
LUKE: You're shameless.
(Behind Lorelai, Joey approaches Rory's table.)
LORELAI: Look, Officer Krupke. She's right at that table, right there.
(Lorelai turns to point to Rory and sees Joey. Luke fills the coffee cup.)
LORELAI: He's got quite a pair, this guy.
(Lorelai takes the cup.)
Thanks.
(Lorelai goes back to the table.)
JOEY: Yeah, I've never been through here before.
LORELAI: Oh, you have too.
JOEY: Oh, hi.
LORELAI: Oh, hi. You really like my table don't you?
JOEY: I was just, uh --
LORELAI: Getting to know my daughter.
JOEY: Your --
RORY: Are you my new daddy?
JOEY: Wow. You do not look old enough to have a daughter. No, I mean it. And you do not look like a daughter.
LORELAI: That's possibly very sweet of you Joey. Thanks.
JOEY: So...daughter. You know, I am traveling with a friend.
LORELAI: She's sixteen.
JOEY: Bye.
LORELAI: Drive safe.
(Joey and his friend exit the coffee shop.)
(Cut to an inn. Lorelai walks through the lobby. Michel is on the phone and sorting mail.)
MICHEL: Independence Inn, Michel speaking. (pause) No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked. (pause) We have a wedding party here. (pause) No, there is really nothing I can do. (pause) Yes, I'm sure. (pause) Positive. (pause) No, I don't have to look ma'am, but -- (pause) Yes, of course I'll look.
(Michel puts the phone down, continues to sort the mail, and picks the phone up.)
MICHEL: No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked.
DRELLA: No, no, don't more. Just ignore the tiny woman pushing the 200 pound instrument around.
Drella pushes her harp through the crowded lobby.)
DRELLA: This is good. I like this. After this maybe I'll bench press a piano.
(Drella stops just short of a woman bent over tying her shoe.)
DRELLA: Oh, that's it, lady, tie your shoe now. Don't worry, I'll wait.
LORELAI: Hi, Drella, hi. I was just wondering, um, could you be, uh, nicer to the guests?
DRELLA: I'm sorry. Did you not want a harp player?
LORELAI: Yes, I did.
DRELLA: Did you not want a great harp player?
LORELAI: (sighs) Yes, I did.
DRELLA: OK. I am a great harp player, and this is my great harp. So if you're looking for someone to just be nice to the guests, get a harmonica player, maybe some guy who whistles through his nose. OK? Capisce?
(Lorelai backs off and walks away. Drella goes back to pushing her harp into its place.)
DRELLA: Oh, and that is a great spot for a table. The decorator's a genius.
MICHEL: Madame, you have no idea how desperately I'd like to help but see, I'd have to build a room for you myself, and I am not a man who works with his hands, so the best I can do is suggest that you please, please try for another weekend. Any weekend. (pause) Ah, good, fine, the twenty-first. Hold on, I'll look.
(Michel leafs through the hotel reservation book.)
MICHEL: No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked.
(Michel looks at the phone, as apparently the woman has hung up on him.)
LORELAI: Has the plumber attended to room four yet?
MICHEL: He was here, he did nothing, it is $100.
(Lorelai picks up the phone.)
LORELAI: Hi, Marco, Lorelai. Talk to me about room four. What was wrong with it?
(Rory comes in. Lorelai kisses her hello.)
LORELAI: Uh-huh. I thought you replaced that already. (pause) Well because you told me you did and I never forget anything. So this one's on you, right? (pause) Pleasure doing business with you.
(Lorelai hangs up.)
MICHEL: What is your offspring doing?
RORY: I need stamps. Can I have these?
MICHEL: No.
LORELAI: Take them. What's with the muumuu?
(Rory is wearing a baggy sweater.)
RORY: Stop.
LORELAI: No, I'm just saying. You couldn't find one made of metal in case anyone has X-ray eyes?
RORY: And now we say good-bye.
LORELAI: Oh, hey, have Michel look at your French paper before you go.
MICHEL: Excuse me?
RORY: That would be great.
MICHEL: No.
RORY: Come on, Michel. I'll tell all the ladies what a stud you are.
MICHEL: Hm. I believe that memo has already been sent.
LORELAI: (in a French accent) Oh, please, Michel. Pretty please with sucre on top. I will stop talking like this.
MICHEL: Leave it. I'll look at it if I get a chance.
RORY: It's due tomorrow. And pay special attention to the grammar.
(Rory leaves. Lorelai stares at Michel.)
MICHEL: I despise you.
(Cut to the street. Rory and Lane are walking to school. Lane puts a Woodstock '99 shirt on over the shirt she left home in.)
RORY: When are you going to let your parents know that you listen to the evil rock music? You're an American teenager, for God's sake.
LANE: Rory, if my parents still get upset over the obscene portion size of American food, I seriously doubt I'm gonna make any inroads with Eminem.
(The girls stop by a sign that says 'Teen Hayride' so Lane can put on her jacket.)
LANE: I have to go to that.
RORY: The hayride? You're kidding.
LANE: My parents set me up with the son of a business associate. He's gonna be a doctor.
RORY: How old is he?
LANE: Sixteen.
RORY: So he's gonna be a doctor in a hundred years.
LANE: My parents like to plan ahead.
RORY: God, you have to go to the hayride with him?
LANE: And his older brother.
RORY: Oh, now you're kidding.
LANE: Koreans never joke about future doctors. So, I guess you're not going, huh?
RORY: No, I'm still fuzzy on what's fun about sitting in the cold for two hours with a bundle of sticks up your butt.
LANE: Don't expect me to clear it up for you.
(Lane and Rory have arrived at school. They go inside and a guy standing on the steps watches them.)
(Cut to a classroom.)
MRS. TRAISTER: For those of you who have not finished the final chapters of Huckleberry Finn you may use this time to do so. For those of you who have, you can start on your essay now. Whichever task you choose, do it silently.
(The girls around and in front of Rory pass a bottle of nail polish back and forth as Rory concentrates on writing in her notebook.)
GIRL 1: Maybe it's a love letter.
GIRL 2: Or her diary.
GIRL 3: Could be a slam book.
(Girl 4 peers over Rory's shoulder.)
GIRL 4: (with disgust) It's the assignment.
(The girls turn away. Rory sits up straighter and smiles.)
(Cut to the inn. Drella is playing the harp. A woman stands nearby.)
DRELLA: Nice, huh?
WOMAN: It's beautiful.
DRELLA: Yeah, well, tell it to the tip jar.
(Lorelai and a bellboy are crossing the lobby.)
LORELAI: Make sure the drapes are closed and there's extra soap and she wants her pillow mints now.
(There's a crash from the kitchen. Lorelai runs in.)
LORELAI: Sookie!
(Sookie is on the floor.)
SOOKIE: I'm OK, I'm OK.
LORELAI: What did you do now? (to Salvador) Oh, why weren't you watching her? No estabas cuidandola?
SALVADOR: No she's this -- bad food in the head.
LORELAI: I need you to be more careful.
SOOKIE: I know. I'm sorry. Hey, I fixed the peach sauce.
LORELAI: That's blood. You're bleeding! Why are you bleeding?
SOOKIE: Oh, my stitches opened. I was using too much maple syrup. It strangled the fruit.
LORELAI: When did you get stitches?
SOOKIE: Friday night. Radish roses.
LORELAI: Stop moving
SOOKIE: You got to taste the sauce. You have to try it while it's still warm.
LORELAI: OK. Oh, Sookie, I need you to be more careful. I need there to be fewer accidents.
SOOKIE: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(Lorelai tastes the sauce.)
LORELAI: Oh dear God Almighty. That's incredible!
SOOKIE: I want to put it on the waffles tomorrow morning for breakfast.
LORELAI: I want to take a bath in that sauce!
SOOKIE: I will make more!
LORELAI: Someday when we open our own inn, diabetics will line up to eat this sauce.
SOOKIE: Won't that be great?
LORELAI: But the key to someday achieving that dream is for you to stay alive long enough so we can actually open an inn, you understand?
SOOKIE: I understand.
LORELAI: Alright. So now let's get you up and to the doctor. On three. One-two-three.
SOOKIE: Ow!
LORELAI: What?
SOOKIE: Stepped on my thumb. I'm fine. On three. OK.
(Lorelai and Salvador help Sookie up.)
(Cut to the street. Lane and Rory are walking home from school.)
LANE: Well was it a good color at least?
RORY: It had sparkles in it.
LANE: Wow.
RORY: And it smelled like bubble gum when it dried.
LANE: Oh, well, there's no way Mark Twain could compete with that.
(Lane and Rory walk into Kim's Antiques.)
LANE: Mom, we're home. (to Rory) Did you hear something?
RORY: I'm not sure.
LANE: Mom? Are you here?
MRS. KIM: (from far away) We're open! Everything half off!
LANE: We have contact. (calls out) Mom?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Lane?
LANE: (calls out) Mom?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Lane?
LANE: (calls out) Mom, where are you?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Lane, where are you?
(Lane and Rory walk around the cluttered store, trying to follow the sound of Mrs. Kim's voice.)
LANE: (calls out) Back here!
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Over here!
RORY: I think she's that way.
LANE: (calls out) Are we closer?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) I'm by the table!
RORY: She's kidding right?
LANE: (calls out) Look, we'll meet you in the kitchen!
MRS. KIM: (calls out) What?
RORY: (calls out) The kitchen!
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Whos's that?
LANE: (calls out) It's Rory, Mom.
MRS. KIM: Oh.
RORY: Wow, I can hear the disappointment from here.
LANE: Oh, come on. Stop it.
RORY: You know, it sucks that after all these years your mom still hates me.
LANE: She doesn't hate you.
RORY: She hates my mother.
LANE: She doesn't trust unmarried women.
RORY: You're unmarried.
LANE: I'm hayriding with a future proctologist. I have potential.
(Lane and Rory wind their way through the antique furniture and come out in the kitchen.)
MRS. KIM: Go upstairs. Tea is ready. I have muffins -- no dairy, no sugar, no wheat. You have to soak them in tea to make them soft enough to bite but they're very healthy. So, how was school? None of the girls get pregnant and drop out?
LANE: Not that we know of.
RORY: Though come to think of it, Joanna Posner was glowing a little.
MRS. KIM: What?
LANE: Nothing, Mama. She's just kidding.
MRS. KIM: (very seriously) Boys don't like funny girls.
RORY: Noted.
(A bell rings, signaling that someone has just opened the shop door.)
MAN: (calls out) Hello? Anybody here?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) We're here! We're coming! (to the girls) Have the muffins. Made from sprouted wheat. Only good 24 hours. (calls out) Everything's half off!
MAN: (calls out) Where are you?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Over here!
MAN: (calls out) Where?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) By the chair!
MAN: (calls out) What chair?
(Cut to the kitchen of the inn. Sookie is chopping vegetables.)
SALVADOR: Careful!
SOOKIE: I'm OK. Peppers, peppers, peppers.
SALVADOR: Mike!
(As Sookie moves around the kitchen the other cooks move things out of her way and prevent disasters.)
SOOKIE: Oh, hello, vegetables, come with me. OK, where's my glaze.
SALVADOR: In the counter.
SOOKIE: On the counter. On, not in, not in the counter. OK, good, alright. My sauce. Whoo, that's pretty good. Hello, hello. A little green. OK, OK. Hello my babies. A little bit of juice. OK. Very, very pretty. OK.
SALVADOR: Mike, Mike!
LORELAI: Sookie!
(Sookie turns around and lifts her hand -- the hand with an iron skillet. She hits Salvador in the face with it and knocks him over. She doesn't notice.)
LORELAI: It's here! It happened. She did it!
SOOKIE: OK, I'm gonna need a little bit longer sentence.
LORELAI: The Chilton school. Rory got in.
SOOKIE: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
LORELAI: I know. Look. (reads from the letter) 'Dear Ms. Gilmore, We are happy to inform you that we have a vacancy at Chilton Preparatory starting immediately. Due to your daughter's excellent credentials and your enthusiastic pursuit of her enrollment --' I offered to do the principal to get her in -- ' we would be happy to accept her as soon as the first semester's tuition has been received.'
SOOKIE: This is so exciting!
(They both giggle and hug)
LORELAI: Is something burning?
SOOKIE: My bangs, earlier. Go on, go on, go on.
LORELAI: This is it. She can finally go to Harvard like she's always wanted and get the education that I never got and get to do all the things that I never got to do and then I can resent her for it and we can finally have a normal mother-daughter relationship.
SOOKIE: Oh, good.
(They giggle again.)
RORY: Mom?
LORELAI: Oh!
RORY: You're happy.
LORELAI: Yeah.
RORY: Did you do something slutty?
LORELAI: I'm not that happy.
(Lorelai and Sookie giggle.)
LORELAI: Here.
(Lorelai hands Rory a bag.)
RORY: What's going on?
LORELAI: Open it.
(It's a plaid skirt.)
RORY: I'm gonna be in a Britney Spears video?
SOOKIE: You're going to Chilton! Oh, sorry.
RORY: Mom?
LORELAI: You did it, babe. You got in.
RORY: How did this happen? You didn't -- with the principal, did you?
LORELAI: No, honey, that was a joke. They have an opne spot. You're gonna start on Monday.
RORY: Really?
LORELAI: Really.
RORY: I don't believe this! Oh my God, I'm going to Chilton!
LORELAI: Yeah.
(Lorelai and Rory hug.)
RORY: Sookie, I'm going to Chilton!
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SOOKIE: I'll make cookies. Protestants love oatmeal.
RORY: I have to call Lane.
(Rory starts to leave then hugs Lorelai again.)
RORY: I love you.
LORELAI: I love you.
(Rory leaves.)
LORELAI: My girl's going to Chilton
SOOKIE: Yeah. Rory's going to Chilton!
(Sookie starts a little dance and begins to sing.)
SOOKIE: Rory's going to Chilton! Rory's going to Chilton! Rory's going to Chilton!
(Sookie tosses a dish towel over her shoulder. It lands on the stove and catches fire.)
(Cut to the inn. The phone is ringing, Michel is ignoring it.)
LORELAI: Michel, the phone.
MICHEL: Mm-hmm. It rings.
LORELAI: Can you answer it?
MICHEL: No. People are particularly stupid today. I can't talk to any more of them.
LORELAI: You know who's really nice to talk to? The people at the unemployment agency.
(Michel answers the phone.)
MICHEL: Independence Inn, Michel speaking. (pause) No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked.
(Cut to the Gilmore house. Lorelai is on the phone.)
LORELAI: I'm holding for Miss Bell. I've been trying to get ahold of her all day. (pause) Lorelai Gilmore. (pause) Hi! Oh, hi, hi. Yeah, uh, my daughter Rory has been accepted -- yay. (pause) Thank you, and I got the invoice for your enrollment fee. Wow, that is a lot of zeros behind that five. (pause) Uh-huh. OK, well, I guess what I'm wondering is if you couldn't take, say, part of it now, just to get her going? (pause) Well, but she's supposed to start Monday. It just doesn't give me a lot of time to pull a bank job. (pause) Well, never mind, I was just kidding. (pause) No, a bank job is robbing a bank but -- (pause) Uh-huh. Oh, no. No, no, no. I don't want you to give up her space. I'll just -- I'll have to figure it out. (pause) OK. No, thank you. It's been a real treat talking to you. (pause) Yeah. Bye-bye.
(Time lapse. It's dark out and Lorelai and Sookie are sitting on the porch.)
LORELAI: What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
SOOKIE: You can have anything I own. My car! Sell my car.
LORELAI: Oh, sweetie, no one wants your car.
SOOKIE: Yeah.
LORELAI: There's something I haven't thought of. I know there is. There's something out there staring me right in the face. I just -- I haven't seen it.
SOOKIE: You know, you might consider calling --
LORELAI: No.
SOOKIE: But I don't think you have --
LORELAI: Stop.
SOOKIE: You could at least go and --
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SOOKIE: OK, can I say one more thing? I think it's your only option.
LORELAI: Sookie, there are several chapters from a Stephen King novel I'd reenact before I'd resort to that option.
SOOKIE: OK, dropped. Dropped.
LORELAI: Thank you.
RORY: Mom? So what do you think?
(Rory comes outside in her Chilton skirt, which is too big on her.)
SOOKIE: (enthusiastically) Wow it makes you look smart!
RORY: OK, no more wine for you. Mom?
LORELAI: You look like you were swallowed by a kilt.
RORY: Fine, you can hem it, a little, only a little.
LORELAI: OK. Or I could hem it a lot.
RORY: No you're not.
(They all go inside.)
RORY: I can't believe tomorrow's my last day at Stars Hollow High.
LORELAI: I know.
RORY: Today I was so excited I dressed for gym.
LORELAI: You're kidding?
RORY: And I played volleyball.
LORELAI: With other people?
RORY: And I learned that all this time I was avoiding team sports?
LORELAI: Yeah?
RORY: Was very smart because I suck at them.
(Lorelai begins to pin up the skirt.)
LORELAI: Oh, well, you get that from me.
SOOKIE: So where's your pat?
LORELAI: At Zsa Zsa Gabor's house.
SOOKIE: Right. I'm going to the store because you have nothing. You feel like duck?
LORELAI: If it's made with chicken, absolutely.
SOOKIE: I'll be back.
(Sookie leaves.)
LORELAI: Alright. This will give you an idea. Go see how you like it.
RORY: OK. I love being a private school girl.
(Rory goes off to check her skirt. Lorelai stares at pictures of herself and Rory.)
(Time lapse. It's daytime. Lorelai sits on the runner of her Jeep outside a large, imposing house with a gate.)
(Cut to the door opening from the inside of the house.)
LORELAI: Hi, Mom.
EMILY: Lorelai, my goodness, this is a surprise. Is it Easter already?
LORELAI: (laughs nervously) No, I just finished up my business class and I thought I would stop by.
EMILY: To see me?
LORELAI: Yes.
EMILY: Well isn't this nice. Come in.
LORELAI: Thanks.
(They go inside.)
LORELAI: The place looks great.
EMILY: It hasn't changed.
LORELAI: Well, there you go. How are the girls at the bridge club?
EMILY: Old.
(Emily and Lorelai take seats opposite each other.)
LORELAI: Well...good.
EMILY: You said you wee taking a business class?
LORELAI: Yeah, mm-hmm, yeah. I'm taking a business class at the college twice a week. I'm sure I told you.
EMILY: Well if you're sure then you must have. (long silence) Would you like some tea?
LORELAI: I would love some coffee.
RICHARD: Emily? I'm home.
EMILY: We're in here.
LORELAI: Hi, Dad.
RICHARD: What -- is it Christmas already?
EMILY: Lorelai was taking a business class at the college today and decided to drop in to see us.
RICHARD: What business class?
EMILY: Well, she told us, dear, remember?
RICHARD: No.
LORELAI: Well, actually, I came here for a reason. Dad, would you mind sitting down for a minute?
RICHARD: You need money.
LORELAI: I have a situation.
RICHARD: You need money.
LORELAI: Dad, will you just please let me get this out, OK? Um, Rory has been accepted to Chilton.
EMILY: Chilton? Oh, that's a wonderful school. It's only five minutes from here.
LORELAI: That's right, it is. She can start as early as Monday. The problem is they want me to put down an enrollment fee plus the first semester's tuition, and I have to do that immediately or she loses her spot.
RICHARD: So you need money.
LORELAI: Yeah. But it's not for me. It's for Rory. And I fully intend to pay you back every cent. I don't ask for favors, you know that.
EMILY: Oh, yes, we know.
RORY: I'll get the checkbook.
LORELAI: Thank you. You have no idea. Thank you.
EMILY: On one condition.
LORELAI: (mumbles to herself) So close.
EMILY: Since we are now financially involved in your life, I want to be actively involved in your life.
LORELAI: What does that mean, Mother?
EMILY: I want a weekly dinner.
LORELAI: What?
EMILY: Friday nights you and Rory will have dinner here.
LORELAI: Mom...
EMILY: And you have to call us once a week to give us an update on Rory's schooling and your life. That's it. That's the conditionn. If you agree, you'll come to dinner tomorrow night and leave here with a check. Otherwise I'm sorry, we can't help you.
LORELAI: I don't want her to know that I borrowed money from you. Can that just be between us?
EMILY: Does 7:00 work for you?
LORELAI: (with a forced smile) Perfect.
(Cut to Stars Hollow High. Rory is cleaning out her locker.)
RORY: And we get to wear uniforms. No more having people check you out to see what jeans you're wearing 'cause everyone's dressed alike in boring clothes and just there to learn.
LANE: OK, there's academic-minded and then there's Amish.
(Rory slams her locker door shut. She carries a box full of books and papers down the hall.)
RORY: Funny.
LANE: Thank you! So I told my mom you're changing schools.
RORY: Was she thrilled?
LANE: The party's on Friday. I got to go. I have to have a pre-hayride cup of tea with a future doctor. How do I look? Korean?
RORY: Spitting image.
LANE: Good. Bye.
RORY: Bye.
(Rory drops a book and bends over to pick it up. As she picks up the book and several pieces of paper, she turns and sees a guy standing right beside her. It's the guy who watched her and Lane walk into the school.)
RORY: God! You're like Ruth Gordon just standing there with a tannis root. Make a noise.
DEAN: Rosemary's Baby
RORY: Yeah.
DEAN: Well that's a great movie. You've got good taste. (silence) Are you moving?
RORY: No, just my books are.
DEAN: My family just moved here from Chicago.
RORY: Chicago. Windy. Oprah.
DEAN: Yeah. Yeah, that's the place. I'm Dean.
RORY: Hi. (silence) Oh, Rory. Me. That's -- that's me.
DEAN: Rory.
RORY: Well, Lorelai technically.
DEAN: Lorelai. I like that.
RORY: It's my mother's name too. She named me after herself. She was lying in the hospital thinking about how men name boys after themselves all the time, you know, so why couldn't women. She says her feminism just kind of took over. Though personally I think a lot of Demerol also went into that decision. I never talk this much.
DEAN: Well I'd better go.
RORY: Oh, sure.
DEAN: I have to go look for a job.
RORY: OK, good.
(Dean starts to leave.)
RORY: You should check with Miss Patty.
DEAN: What? Gilmore Girls New Season 2019
RORY: About the job. You should check with Miss Patty. She teaches dance. She was actually on Broadway once.
DEAN: I -- I don't really dance much.
RORY: No, no, she just kind of knows everything that's going on in town. She'll know if someone's looking.
DEAN: Oh, great, uh, thanks. Hey, what are you doing now?
RORY: Nothing...much. I should throw this away at some point.
DEAN: Well maybe you could show me where this Miss Patty's place is.
RORY: Yeah, I guess so. I really don't have anything important to -- Let's go.
(They walk out of the school and down the street. Dean carries Rory's box of books for her.)
DEAN: So have you lived here all your life?
RORY: Yes. Well, pretty much. I was actually born in Hartford.
DEAN: That's not far.
RORY: Thirty minutes with no traffic.
DEAN: Really?
RORY: I timed it.
DEAN: OK, then.
RORY: So do you like cake?
DEAN: What?
RORY: They make really good cakes here. They're very...round.
DEAN: OK I'll remember that.
RORY: Good. Make a note. You wouldn't want to forget where the round cakes are.
DEAN: So how are you liking Moby Dick ?
RORY: Oh it's really good.
DEAN: Yeah?
RORY: Yeah, it's my first Melville.
DEAN: Cool.
RORY: I mean, I know it's kind of clich to pick Moby Dick as your first Melville but -- hey how did you know I was reading Moby Dick ?
DEAN: Uh, well, I've been watching you.
RORY: Watching me?
DEAN: I mean, not in a creepy, like 'I'm watching you' sort of way. I just -- I've noticed you.
RORY: Me?
DEAN: Yeah.
RORY: When?
DEAN: Every day. After school you come out and you sit under that tree there and you read. Last week it was Madame Bovary . This week it's Moby Dick .
RORY: But why would you --
DEAN: Because you're nice to look at, and because you've got unbelievable concentration.
RORY: What?
DEAN: Last Friday these two guys were tossing around a ball and one guy nailed the other right in the face. I mean, it was a mess, blood everywhere, the nurse came out, the place was in chaos, his girlfriend was all freaking out, and you just sat there and read. I mean, you never even looked up. I thought, ' I have never seen anyone read so intensely in my entire life. I have to meet that girl.'
RORY: Maybe I just didn't look up because I'm unbelievably self-centered.
DEAN: Maybe, but I doubt it.
(They smile at each other.)
RORY: SO did I ask if you like cake?
DEAN: Yeah, you did.
RORY: Oh. 'Cause they have really good cake back there.
(Rory and Lorelai are in Luke's coffee shop. Rory plays with her salad, not eating.)
LORELAI: So you were late getting home tonight.
RORY: Yeah, I went to the library.
LORELAI: Oh. Oh, I forgot to tell you we're having dinner with your grandparents tomorrow night.
RORY: We are?
LORELAI: Mm-hmm.
RORY: But it's September.
LORELAI: So?
RORY: So what holiday's in September?
LORELAI: Look it's not a holiday thing. It's just dinner, OK?
RORY: Fine, sorry.
(Luke brings their main courses to the table.)
LUKE: Red meat can kill you. Enjoy.
LORELAI: So I finished hemming your skirt today. (no answer) A grunt of acknowledgment might be nice.
RORY: I don't understand why we're going to dinner tomorrow night. I mean, what if I had plans? You didn't even ask me.
LORELAI: If you had plans I would have known.
RORY: How?
LORELAI: Well you would have told me.
RORY: I don't tell you everything. I have my own things.
LORELAI: Fine, you have things.
RORY: That's right. I have things.
LORELAI: Hey, I had dibs on being the bitch tonight.
RORY: Just tonight?
LORELAI: What the hell is wrong with you?
RORY: I'm not sure I want to go to Chilton.
LORELAI: What?
RORY: The timing is just really bad.
LORELAI: The timing is bad?
RORY: And the bus ride to and from Hartford, it's thirty minutes each way.
LORELAI: I can't believe what I'm hearing.
RORY: Plus, I don't think we should be spending that money right now. I mean, I know Chilton's got to be costing you a lot.
LORELAI: Oh, you have no idea.
RORY: All of your money should be going toward buying an inn with Sookie.
LORELAI: What about college? What about Harvard?
RORY: We don't know that I can't get into Harvard if I stay where I am.
LORELAI: OK, enough. Enough with the crazy talk, OK? I appreciate your concern but I have this covered.
RORY: I still don't want to go.
LORELAI: Why?
RORY: Because I don't.
LORELAI: I have to get out of here.
(Lorelai stands up and starts to leave.)
RORY: We have to pay first.
(Lorelai drops money on the table. They walk out of the restaurant and into the street. The hayride wagon goes by, with a glum Lane sandwiched between two Korean boys on the back of the wagon.)
MISS PATTY: One-two-three. One-two-three. It's a waltz, ladies. Susie, do you have to tinkle? Then uncross your legs, darling.
(Miss Patty stands in the doorway of her dance studio watching over a class of little girls.)
MISS PATTY: Oh, Rory, good. I think I found a job for your male friend.
LORELAI: What male friend?
MISS PATTY: They need a stock boy at the supermarket. I already talked to Taylor Doose about him. You just send him around tomorrow.
RORY: OK, thanks.
LORELAI: What male friend?
MISS PATTY: Oh he's very cute. You have good taste.
(Miss Patty turns back to her dance class.)
MISS PATTY: Hands in the air, not in the nose.
(Rory won't look at Lorelai. She starts walking again. Lorelai follows and Rory walks faster.)
LORELAI: Oh you're gonna have to walk faster than that. You're gonna have to turn into friggin' Flo Jo to get away from me.
(Cut to Rory and Lorelai walking in their front door. Rory enters and slams the door. Lorelai opens it, walks through, and slams it behind her.)
LORELAI: This is about a boy, of course. I can't believe I didn't see it. All this talk of money and bus rides. You got a thing going with a guy and you don't want to leave school.
RORY: I'm going to bed.
LORELAI: God, I'm so dense. It should have been my first thought. After all, you're me.
RORY: I'm not you.
LORELAI: Really? Someone willing to throw important life experiences out the window to be with a guy. It sounds like me to me.
RORY: Whatever.
LORELAI: So who is he?
RORY: There's no guy!
LORELAI: Dark hair, romantic eyes? Looks a little dangerous?
RORY: This conversation is over.
LORELAI: Tattoos are good too!
RORY: I don't want to change schools because of all the reasons I've already told you a thousand times. If you don't want to believe me, that's fine. Goodnight.
LORELAI: Does he have a motorcycle? 'Cause if you're gonna throw your life away he'd better have a motorcycle!
(Rory goes up the stairs and slams her bedroom door. Lorelai walks in behind her.)
LORELAI: Well I think that went pretty well, don't you?
RORY: Thanks for the knock.
LORELAI: Listen, can we just start all over, OK? You tell me all about the guy and I promise not to let my head explode, huh? (silence) Rory, please talk to me. (silence) OK, I'll talk. Don't get me wrong. Guys are great. I am a huge fan of guys. You don't get knocked up at sixteen being indifferent to guys. But, babe, guys are always going to be there. This school isn't. It's more important. It has to be more important.
RORY: I'm going to sleep.
LORELAI: Rory. You've always been the sensible one in this house, huh? I need you to remember that feeling now. You will kick your own butt later if you blow this.
RORY: Well, it's my butt.
LORELAI: Good comeback.
RORY: Thank you.
LORELAI: You're welcome. Rory, come on.
RORY: I don't want to talk about this. Could you please, please just leave me alone?
LORELAI: OK, fine. We always had a democracy in this house. We never did anything unless we both agreed. But now I guess I'm going to have to play the mom card. You are going to Chilton whether you want to or not. Monday morning you will be there, end of story.
RORY: We'll see.
LORELAI: Yeah we will.
(Lorelai slams the door on her way out. Rory turns on her CD player. Macy Gray's I Try plays. Lorelai goes to her room and turns on the same song.)
(Cut to the kitchen of the inn. There is smoke everywhere.)
SOOKIE: I swear I don't know what happened.
LORELAI: It's not important.
SOOKIE: I made that dish a hundred times. It never exploded.
LORELAI: Please, forget it.
SOOKIE: Oh, God, I killed a Viking. You should make me pay the cost of a new stove out of my paycheck.
LORELAI: Whatever you want.
SOOKIE: I can't afford a new stove! Those things are expensive.
LORELAI: Sookie, please, I am begging you, please, pull yourself together, OK? I got no sleep last night and I think I put my contacts in backwards.
SOOKIE: Rory's still mad at you, huh?
LORELAI: I'm not so crazy about her either.
SOOKIE: It was a fight. Mothers and daughters fight.
LORELAI: No, we don't fight. We never fight.
(Michel comes in.)
MICHEL: You told me to tell you when your daughter arrived. Well she's here and she's sitting in my chair.
LORELAI: (to Sookie) Hold on just a minute.
(Lorelai leaves.)
MICHEL: And you are the one left standing. Life is a funny, funny thing, no?
LORELAI: (to Rory) Hey, no muumuu today. You know what's weird, I kind of miss it.
RORY: You left me a note to meet you here.
LORELAI: Yeah, I thought you might want to work a couple hours, make a little extra cash.
RORY: Fine.
LORELAI: Aw, you're not gonna give me the 'Mommy Dearest' treatment forever, are ya?
RORY: You wanted me here, I'm here. Should I do something or what?
LORELAI: Yeah, go home. Dinner's at 7:00. Be ready to go.
RORY: Fine.
LORELAI: Fine.
(Rory leaves. Michel comes back in.)
MICHEL: Ah, my chair.
(Cut to Rory and Lorelai standing outside Richard and Emily's door.)
RORY: So do we go in or do we just stand here reenacting 'The Little Match Girl?'
LORELAI: OK, look, I know you and me are having a thing here and I know you hate me but I need you to be civil, at least through dinner and then on the way home you can pull a Menendez. Deal?
RORY: Fine.
(Lorelai rings the doorbell. Emily opens the door.)
RORY: Hi, Grandma.
EMILY: Well, you're right on time.
LORELAI: Yeah, yeah, no traffic at all.
EMILY: I can't tell you what a treat it is to have you girls here.
LORELAI: Oh, well, we're excited too.
EMILY: Is that a collector's cup or can I throw it away for you?
LORELAI: Oh.
(Lorelai starts to toss her empty coffee cup into a nearby wastebasket.)
EMILY: In the kitchen, please. (to Rory) So, I want to hear all about Chilton.
RORY: Well I haven't actually started yet.
(Rory and Emily walk into the living room. Left behind, Lorelai throws away the cup in the nearby wastebasket. Richard is in the living room reading a newspaper.)
EMILY: Richard, look who's here.
RICHARD: Rory, you're tall.
RORY: I guess.
RICHARD: What's your height?
RORY: 5'7'
RICHARD: That's tall. She's tall.
LORELAI: Hi, Dad.
RICHARD: Lorelai, your daughter's tall.
LORELAI: Oh, I know. It's freakish. We're thinking of having her studied at M.I.T.
RICHARD: Ah.
(Richard returns to reading his paper.)
EMILY: Champagne, anyone?
LORELAI: Oh, that's fancy.
EMILY: Well it's not every day I have my girls here for dinner on a day the banks are open. A toast -- to Rory entering Chilton and an exciting new phase in her life.
RICHARD: Here, here.
EMILY: Mmm. Well, let's sit everyone. This is just wonderful. An education is the most important thing in the world, next to family.
LORELAI: And pie. (silence) Joke, joke.
EMILY: Ah.
(There is a long silence. Richard hands Rory a section of the newspaper.)
(Cut to dinner.)
EMILY: Rory, how do you like the lamb?
RORY: It's good.
EMILY: Too dry?
RORY: No, it's perfect.
LORELAI: The potatoes could use a little salt, though.
EMILY: Excuse me?
RORY: So, Grandpa, how's the insurance biz?
RICHARD: Oh, people die, we pay. People crash, we pay. People lose a foot, we pay.
LORELAI: Well at least you have your new slogan.
RICHARD: And how are things at the motel?
LORELAI: The inn? Things are great.
EMILY: Lorelai's the executive manager now. Isn't that wonderful?
RICHARD: Speaking of which, Christopher called yesterday.
LORELAI: Speaking of which? How is that a speaking of which?
RICHARD: He's doing very well in California. His internet start-up goes public next month. This could mean big things for him. (to Rory) Very talented man, your father.
LORELAI: She knows.
RICHARD: He always was a smart one, that boy. (to Rory) You must take after him.
LORELAI: Speaking of which, I'm gonna get a Coke. Or a knife.
(Lorelai storms into the kitchen. The cook comes in and looks at ther.)
LORELAI: Hi, how are you doing?
(Back to the dinner table.)
RORY: I think I'm gonna go talk to her --
EMILY: No, I'll go. You stay and keep your grandfather company.
(Emily enters the kitchen.)
EMILY: Lorelai, come back to the table.
LORELAI: Is this what it's gonna be like every Friday night? I come over and let the two of you attack me?
EMILY: You're being very dramatic.
LORELAI: Dramatic? Were you at that table just now?
EMILY: Yes, I was and I think you took what your father said the wrong way.
LORELAI: The wrong way? How could I have taken it the wrong way? What was open to interpretation?
(Richard and Rory are able to overhear Lorelai and Emily arguing.)
EMILY: Keep your voice down.
LORELAI: No, Mother. I can't take it anymore.
EMILY: You're dripping all over the floor.
LORLEAI: Why do you pounce on every single thing I say?
EMILY: That's absurd. You barely uttered a word all night.
LORELAI: That's not true.
EMILY: You said 'pie.'
LORELAI: Oh, come on.
EMILY: You did. All I heard you say was 'pie.'
LORELAI: Why would he bring up Christopher? Was that really necessary?
EMILY: He likes Christopher.
LORELAI: Isn't that interesting? Because, as I remember, when Christopher got me pregnant, Dad didn't like him so much.
EMILY: Oh, well, please, you were sixteen. What were we supposed to do -- throw you a party? We were disappointed. The two of you had such bright futures.
LORELAI: Yes. And by not getting married we got to keep those futures.
EMILY: When you get pregnant, you get married. A child needs a mother and a father.
LORELAI: Oh, Mom. Do you think Christopher would have his own company right now if we'd gotten married? Do you think he would be anything at all?
EMILY: Yes, I do. Your father would have put him in the insurance business and you'd be living a lovely life right now.
LORELAI: He didn't want to be in the insurance business and I am living a lovely life right now.
EMILY: That's right, far away from us.
LORELAI: Oh, here we go.
EMILY: You took that girl and completely shut us out of your life.
LORELAI: You wanted to control me.
EMILY: You were still a child.
LORELAI: I stopped being a child the minute the strip turned pink, OK? I had to figure out how to live. I found a good job --
EMILY: As a maid. With all your brains and talent.
LORELAI: I worked my way up. I run the place now. I built a life on my own with no help from anyone.
EMILY: Yes, and think where you would have been if you'd accepted a little help, hmm? And where Rory would have been. But no, you were always too proud to accept anything from anyone.
LORELAI: Well I wasn't too proud to come here to you two begging for money for my kid's school, was I?
(Rory over hears this.)
EMILY: No, but you're too poud to let her know where you got it from aren't you? Well, find, you have your precious pride and I have my weekly dinners. Isn't that nice? We both win.
(Cut back to the table. Richard is asleep in his chair.)
(Cut to Rory and Lorelai leaving. Lorelai leans against the outside wall.)
RORY: Mom?
LORELAI: I'm OK. I just -- Do I look shorter? 'Cause I feel shorter.
RORY: Hey, how about I buy you a cup of coffee?
LORELAI: Oh, yeah. You drive, though, OK, 'cause I don't think my feet will reach the pedals.
(Cut to Rory and Lorelai walking up to the coffee shop.)
RORY: So, nice dinner at the grandparents' house.
LORELAI: Oh, yeah, her dishes have never been cleaner.
RORY: You and Grandma seemed to have a nice talk.
LORELAI: How much did you hear?
RORY: Not much. You know, snippets.
LORELAI: Snippets? Gilmore Girls Pilot Script
RORY: Little snippets.
LORELAI: So basically everything.
RORY: Basically, yes.
LORELAI: Well, the best laid plans.
RORY: I think it was really brave of you to ask them for money.
LORELAI: I so do not want to talk about it.
RORY: How many meals is it gonna take til we're off the hook?
LORELAI: I think the deli spread at my funeral will be the last one. Hey, wait, does that mean..?
RORY: Can't let a perfectly good plaid skirt go to waste.
LORELAI: Oh, honey, you won't be sorry.
(Luke comes up to the table dressed in a nice shirt.)
LORELAI: Wow, you look nice. Really nice.
LUKE: I had a meeting earlier at the bank. They like collars. You look nice too.
LORELAI: I had a flagellation to go to.
LUKE: So what'll you have?
LORELAI: Coffee, in a vat.
RORY: I'll have coffee also. And chili fries.
LUKE: That's quite a refined palate you got there.
(Luke shakes his head and goes to get their order.)
LORELAI: Behold the healing power of a bath. So, tell me about the guy.
RORY: You know what's really special about our relationship? The total understanding about the need for one's privacy. I mean, you really understand boundaries.
LORELAI: So tell me about the guy.
RORY: Mom!
LORELAI: Is he dreamy?
RORY: Oh, that is so Nick at Night.
LORELAI: Well I'm gonna find out anyway.
RORY: Really? How?
LORELAI: I'll spy.
LUKE: Coffee...fries. I can't stand it. This is so unhealthy. Rory, put down that coffee. You do not want to grow up to be like your mom.
RORY: Sorry, too late.
(Rory smiles at Lorelai, who smiles back.)
LORELAI: So tell me about the guy.
RORY: Check please!
LORELAI: No, really, are you embarrassed to bring him home?
RORY: I'm not embarrassed.
LORELAI: Does he talk at all?
RORY: No, Mom, he's a mime.
The end.
Guest Starring:
Liz Torres - Miss Patty
Jared Padalecki - Dean
Alex Borstein - Drella
Emily Kuroda - Mrs. Kim
Co-starring:
Jill Brennan - Mrs. Traister
Cesar Lopapa - Salvador
Marcy Goldman - Woman
Barna Moricz - Joey
Nikki Slater - Girl 1
Heather Shrane - Girl 2
Amy Correa - Girl 3
Jacqueline Smith - Girl 4
Pilot Summary ...
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Directed by: Lesli Linka Glatter
(Lorelai walks past a sign that says 'Stars Hollow Founded 1779' and across the street. She goes into a coffee shop. Inside she takes off her coat and walks up to the counter, coffee cup in hand.)
Aug 20, 2011. Gilmore Girls The first effort from the Family Friendly Forum's Script Development Fund, an initiative between advertisers and the WB to introduce more all-ages programming to TV, works a little. Aug 17, 2020.
LORELAI: Please, Luke. Please, please, please.
LUKE: How many cups have you had this morning?
LORELAI: None.
But they don't write the script after they cast the guy, so maybe they had a bad day and couldn't find a very attractive man to play him, and didn't want to change the script to. There's a CREEPY MAN in his thirties, pretending to be in his twenties standing over her.
Lauren Graham shot the pilot for Gilmore Girls while still employed by a different network. Grahams road to portraying Lorelai was rife with roadblocks. The famed TV mom received the script for the series more than once, but only read it the second time. Graham was already tied into working on another show.
LUKE: Plus...
LORELAI: Five, but yours is better.
LUKE: You have a problem.
LORELAI: Yes, I do.
(Luke fills her cup.)
LUKE: Junkie.
LORELAI: Angel. You've got wings, baby.
(The phone rings as Lorelai goes back to her table. Luke answers it.)
LUKE: Luke's. (pause) Yeah.
A young guy seated at the counter turns and watches Lorelai sip her coffee then gets up and approaches her.)
JOEY: You make that look really good.
LORELAI: Oh it is really good. It's the best coffee in town.
JOEY: Oh yeah? I'll have to get a cup.
LORELAI: Good plan.
JOEY: Yeah, I've never been here before. Just passing through on my way to Hartford.
LORELAI: You're a regular Jack Kerouac.
JOEY: Yeah. Hey, you mind if I sit down?
LORELAI: Oh, you know what? Actually I'm meeting someone so I --
(Joey sits down as she's talking.)
JOEY: I'm Joey.
LORELAI: OK.
JOEY: What -- you don't have a name?
LORELAI: No, I do have a name. I just -- I'm really meeting someone, so --
JOEY: So I guess I should get going.
LORELAI: So soon?
JOEY: What?
LORELAI: I'm just screwing with your mind, Joey. It's nice to meet you. Enjoy Hartford.
JOEY: Enjoy your coffee, Mystery Woman.
LORELAI: Hmm. I like that.
(As Joey goes back to the counter Rory walks in the door.)
RORY: Hey. It's freezing.
LORELAI: Oh, what do you need? Hot tea, coffee --
RORY: Lip gloss.
LORELAI: Aha.
(Lorelai picks up a makeup bag.)
LORELAI: I have vanilla, chocolate, strawberry, and toasted marshmallow.
RORY: Anything in there not resembling a breakfast cereal?
LORELAI: Yes.
(Lorelai pulls out another bag.)
LORELAI: It has no smell but it changes colors with your mood.
RORY: God, RuPaul doesn't need this much makeup.
LORELAI: Well you're crabby.
RORY: I'm sorry. I lost my Macy Gray CD and I need caffeine.
LORELAI: Ooh -- I have your CD.
RORY: Thief.
LORELAI: Sorry and I will get you some coffee.
(Lorelai picks up another coffee cup and goes back to the counter where Luke gives her a look.)
LORELAI: What? It's not for me. It's for Rory, I swear.
LUKE: You're shameless.
(Behind Lorelai, Joey approaches Rory's table.)
LORELAI: Look, Officer Krupke. She's right at that table, right there.
(Lorelai turns to point to Rory and sees Joey. Luke fills the coffee cup.)
LORELAI: He's got quite a pair, this guy.
(Lorelai takes the cup.)
Thanks.
(Lorelai goes back to the table.)
JOEY: Yeah, I've never been through here before.
LORELAI: Oh, you have too.
JOEY: Oh, hi.
LORELAI: Oh, hi. You really like my table don't you?
JOEY: I was just, uh --
LORELAI: Getting to know my daughter.
JOEY: Your --
RORY: Are you my new daddy?
JOEY: Wow. You do not look old enough to have a daughter. No, I mean it. And you do not look like a daughter.
LORELAI: That's possibly very sweet of you Joey. Thanks.
JOEY: So...daughter. You know, I am traveling with a friend.
LORELAI: She's sixteen.
JOEY: Bye.
LORELAI: Drive safe.
(Joey and his friend exit the coffee shop.)
(Cut to an inn. Lorelai walks through the lobby. Michel is on the phone and sorting mail.)
MICHEL: Independence Inn, Michel speaking. (pause) No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked. (pause) We have a wedding party here. (pause) No, there is really nothing I can do. (pause) Yes, I'm sure. (pause) Positive. (pause) No, I don't have to look ma'am, but -- (pause) Yes, of course I'll look.
(Michel puts the phone down, continues to sort the mail, and picks the phone up.)
MICHEL: No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked.
DRELLA: No, no, don't more. Just ignore the tiny woman pushing the 200 pound instrument around.
Drella pushes her harp through the crowded lobby.)
DRELLA: This is good. I like this. After this maybe I'll bench press a piano.
(Drella stops just short of a woman bent over tying her shoe.)
DRELLA: Oh, that's it, lady, tie your shoe now. Don't worry, I'll wait.
LORELAI: Hi, Drella, hi. I was just wondering, um, could you be, uh, nicer to the guests?
DRELLA: I'm sorry. Did you not want a harp player?
LORELAI: Yes, I did.
DRELLA: Did you not want a great harp player?
LORELAI: (sighs) Yes, I did.
DRELLA: OK. I am a great harp player, and this is my great harp. So if you're looking for someone to just be nice to the guests, get a harmonica player, maybe some guy who whistles through his nose. OK? Capisce?
(Lorelai backs off and walks away. Drella goes back to pushing her harp into its place.)
DRELLA: Oh, and that is a great spot for a table. The decorator's a genius.
MICHEL: Madame, you have no idea how desperately I'd like to help but see, I'd have to build a room for you myself, and I am not a man who works with his hands, so the best I can do is suggest that you please, please try for another weekend. Any weekend. (pause) Ah, good, fine, the twenty-first. Hold on, I'll look.
(Michel leafs through the hotel reservation book.)
MICHEL: No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked.
(Michel looks at the phone, as apparently the woman has hung up on him.)
LORELAI: Has the plumber attended to room four yet?
MICHEL: He was here, he did nothing, it is $100.
(Lorelai picks up the phone.)
LORELAI: Hi, Marco, Lorelai. Talk to me about room four. What was wrong with it?
(Rory comes in. Lorelai kisses her hello.)
LORELAI: Uh-huh. I thought you replaced that already. (pause) Well because you told me you did and I never forget anything. So this one's on you, right? (pause) Pleasure doing business with you.
(Lorelai hangs up.)
MICHEL: What is your offspring doing?
RORY: I need stamps. Can I have these?
MICHEL: No.
LORELAI: Take them. What's with the muumuu?
(Rory is wearing a baggy sweater.)
RORY: Stop.
LORELAI: No, I'm just saying. You couldn't find one made of metal in case anyone has X-ray eyes?
RORY: And now we say good-bye.
LORELAI: Oh, hey, have Michel look at your French paper before you go.
MICHEL: Excuse me?
RORY: That would be great.
MICHEL: No.
RORY: Come on, Michel. I'll tell all the ladies what a stud you are.
MICHEL: Hm. I believe that memo has already been sent.
LORELAI: (in a French accent) Oh, please, Michel. Pretty please with sucre on top. I will stop talking like this.
MICHEL: Leave it. I'll look at it if I get a chance.
RORY: It's due tomorrow. And pay special attention to the grammar.
(Rory leaves. Lorelai stares at Michel.)
MICHEL: I despise you.
(Cut to the street. Rory and Lane are walking to school. Lane puts a Woodstock '99 shirt on over the shirt she left home in.)
RORY: When are you going to let your parents know that you listen to the evil rock music? You're an American teenager, for God's sake.
LANE: Rory, if my parents still get upset over the obscene portion size of American food, I seriously doubt I'm gonna make any inroads with Eminem.
(The girls stop by a sign that says 'Teen Hayride' so Lane can put on her jacket.)
LANE: I have to go to that.
RORY: The hayride? You're kidding.
LANE: My parents set me up with the son of a business associate. He's gonna be a doctor.
RORY: How old is he?
LANE: Sixteen.
RORY: So he's gonna be a doctor in a hundred years.
LANE: My parents like to plan ahead.
RORY: God, you have to go to the hayride with him?
LANE: And his older brother.
RORY: Oh, now you're kidding.
LANE: Koreans never joke about future doctors. So, I guess you're not going, huh?
RORY: No, I'm still fuzzy on what's fun about sitting in the cold for two hours with a bundle of sticks up your butt.
LANE: Don't expect me to clear it up for you.
(Lane and Rory have arrived at school. They go inside and a guy standing on the steps watches them.)
(Cut to a classroom.)
MRS. TRAISTER: For those of you who have not finished the final chapters of Huckleberry Finn you may use this time to do so. For those of you who have, you can start on your essay now. Whichever task you choose, do it silently.
(The girls around and in front of Rory pass a bottle of nail polish back and forth as Rory concentrates on writing in her notebook.)
GIRL 1: Maybe it's a love letter.
GIRL 2: Or her diary.
GIRL 3: Could be a slam book.
(Girl 4 peers over Rory's shoulder.)
GIRL 4: (with disgust) It's the assignment.
(The girls turn away. Rory sits up straighter and smiles.)
(Cut to the inn. Drella is playing the harp. A woman stands nearby.)
DRELLA: Nice, huh?
WOMAN: It's beautiful.
DRELLA: Yeah, well, tell it to the tip jar.
(Lorelai and a bellboy are crossing the lobby.)
LORELAI: Make sure the drapes are closed and there's extra soap and she wants her pillow mints now.
(There's a crash from the kitchen. Lorelai runs in.)
LORELAI: Sookie!
(Sookie is on the floor.)
SOOKIE: I'm OK, I'm OK.
LORELAI: What did you do now? (to Salvador) Oh, why weren't you watching her? No estabas cuidandola?
SALVADOR: No she's this -- bad food in the head.
LORELAI: I need you to be more careful.
SOOKIE: I know. I'm sorry. Hey, I fixed the peach sauce.
LORELAI: That's blood. You're bleeding! Why are you bleeding?
SOOKIE: Oh, my stitches opened. I was using too much maple syrup. It strangled the fruit.
LORELAI: When did you get stitches?
SOOKIE: Friday night. Radish roses.
LORELAI: Stop moving
SOOKIE: You got to taste the sauce. You have to try it while it's still warm.
LORELAI: OK. Oh, Sookie, I need you to be more careful. I need there to be fewer accidents.
SOOKIE: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
(Lorelai tastes the sauce.)
LORELAI: Oh dear God Almighty. That's incredible!
SOOKIE: I want to put it on the waffles tomorrow morning for breakfast.
LORELAI: I want to take a bath in that sauce!
SOOKIE: I will make more!
LORELAI: Someday when we open our own inn, diabetics will line up to eat this sauce.
SOOKIE: Won't that be great?
LORELAI: But the key to someday achieving that dream is for you to stay alive long enough so we can actually open an inn, you understand?
SOOKIE: I understand.
LORELAI: Alright. So now let's get you up and to the doctor. On three. One-two-three.
SOOKIE: Ow!
LORELAI: What?
SOOKIE: Stepped on my thumb. I'm fine. On three. OK.
(Lorelai and Salvador help Sookie up.)
(Cut to the street. Lane and Rory are walking home from school.)
LANE: Well was it a good color at least?
RORY: It had sparkles in it.
LANE: Wow.
RORY: And it smelled like bubble gum when it dried.
LANE: Oh, well, there's no way Mark Twain could compete with that.
(Lane and Rory walk into Kim's Antiques.)
LANE: Mom, we're home. (to Rory) Did you hear something?
RORY: I'm not sure.
LANE: Mom? Are you here?
MRS. KIM: (from far away) We're open! Everything half off!
LANE: We have contact. (calls out) Mom?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Lane?
LANE: (calls out) Mom?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Lane?
LANE: (calls out) Mom, where are you?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Lane, where are you?
(Lane and Rory walk around the cluttered store, trying to follow the sound of Mrs. Kim's voice.)
LANE: (calls out) Back here!
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Over here!
RORY: I think she's that way.
LANE: (calls out) Are we closer?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) I'm by the table!
RORY: She's kidding right?
LANE: (calls out) Look, we'll meet you in the kitchen!
MRS. KIM: (calls out) What?
RORY: (calls out) The kitchen!
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Whos's that?
LANE: (calls out) It's Rory, Mom.
MRS. KIM: Oh.
RORY: Wow, I can hear the disappointment from here.
LANE: Oh, come on. Stop it.
RORY: You know, it sucks that after all these years your mom still hates me.
LANE: She doesn't hate you.
RORY: She hates my mother.
LANE: She doesn't trust unmarried women.
RORY: You're unmarried.
LANE: I'm hayriding with a future proctologist. I have potential.
(Lane and Rory wind their way through the antique furniture and come out in the kitchen.)
MRS. KIM: Go upstairs. Tea is ready. I have muffins -- no dairy, no sugar, no wheat. You have to soak them in tea to make them soft enough to bite but they're very healthy. So, how was school? None of the girls get pregnant and drop out?
LANE: Not that we know of.
RORY: Though come to think of it, Joanna Posner was glowing a little.
MRS. KIM: What?
LANE: Nothing, Mama. She's just kidding.
MRS. KIM: (very seriously) Boys don't like funny girls.
RORY: Noted.
(A bell rings, signaling that someone has just opened the shop door.)
MAN: (calls out) Hello? Anybody here?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) We're here! We're coming! (to the girls) Have the muffins. Made from sprouted wheat. Only good 24 hours. (calls out) Everything's half off!
MAN: (calls out) Where are you?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) Over here!
MAN: (calls out) Where?
MRS. KIM: (calls out) By the chair!
MAN: (calls out) What chair?
(Cut to the kitchen of the inn. Sookie is chopping vegetables.)
SALVADOR: Careful!
SOOKIE: I'm OK. Peppers, peppers, peppers.
SALVADOR: Mike!
(As Sookie moves around the kitchen the other cooks move things out of her way and prevent disasters.)
SOOKIE: Oh, hello, vegetables, come with me. OK, where's my glaze.
SALVADOR: In the counter.
SOOKIE: On the counter. On, not in, not in the counter. OK, good, alright. My sauce. Whoo, that's pretty good. Hello, hello. A little green. OK, OK. Hello my babies. A little bit of juice. OK. Very, very pretty. OK.
SALVADOR: Mike, Mike!
LORELAI: Sookie!
(Sookie turns around and lifts her hand -- the hand with an iron skillet. She hits Salvador in the face with it and knocks him over. She doesn't notice.)
LORELAI: It's here! It happened. She did it!
SOOKIE: OK, I'm gonna need a little bit longer sentence.
LORELAI: The Chilton school. Rory got in.
SOOKIE: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!
LORELAI: I know. Look. (reads from the letter) 'Dear Ms. Gilmore, We are happy to inform you that we have a vacancy at Chilton Preparatory starting immediately. Due to your daughter's excellent credentials and your enthusiastic pursuit of her enrollment --' I offered to do the principal to get her in -- ' we would be happy to accept her as soon as the first semester's tuition has been received.'
SOOKIE: This is so exciting!
(They both giggle and hug)
LORELAI: Is something burning?
SOOKIE: My bangs, earlier. Go on, go on, go on.
LORELAI: This is it. She can finally go to Harvard like she's always wanted and get the education that I never got and get to do all the things that I never got to do and then I can resent her for it and we can finally have a normal mother-daughter relationship.
SOOKIE: Oh, good.
(They giggle again.)
RORY: Mom?
LORELAI: Oh!
RORY: You're happy.
LORELAI: Yeah.
RORY: Did you do something slutty?
LORELAI: I'm not that happy.
(Lorelai and Sookie giggle.)
LORELAI: Here.
(Lorelai hands Rory a bag.)
RORY: What's going on?
LORELAI: Open it.
(It's a plaid skirt.)
RORY: I'm gonna be in a Britney Spears video?
SOOKIE: You're going to Chilton! Oh, sorry.
RORY: Mom?
LORELAI: You did it, babe. You got in.
RORY: How did this happen? You didn't -- with the principal, did you?
LORELAI: No, honey, that was a joke. They have an opne spot. You're gonna start on Monday.
RORY: Really?
LORELAI: Really.
RORY: I don't believe this! Oh my God, I'm going to Chilton!
LORELAI: Yeah.
(Lorelai and Rory hug.)
RORY: Sookie, I'm going to Chilton!
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SOOKIE: I'll make cookies. Protestants love oatmeal.
RORY: I have to call Lane.
(Rory starts to leave then hugs Lorelai again.)
RORY: I love you.
LORELAI: I love you.
(Rory leaves.)
LORELAI: My girl's going to Chilton
SOOKIE: Yeah. Rory's going to Chilton!
(Sookie starts a little dance and begins to sing.)
SOOKIE: Rory's going to Chilton! Rory's going to Chilton! Rory's going to Chilton!
(Sookie tosses a dish towel over her shoulder. It lands on the stove and catches fire.)
(Cut to the inn. The phone is ringing, Michel is ignoring it.)
LORELAI: Michel, the phone.
MICHEL: Mm-hmm. It rings.
LORELAI: Can you answer it?
MICHEL: No. People are particularly stupid today. I can't talk to any more of them.
LORELAI: You know who's really nice to talk to? The people at the unemployment agency.
(Michel answers the phone.)
MICHEL: Independence Inn, Michel speaking. (pause) No, I'm sorry, we're completely booked.
(Cut to the Gilmore house. Lorelai is on the phone.)
LORELAI: I'm holding for Miss Bell. I've been trying to get ahold of her all day. (pause) Lorelai Gilmore. (pause) Hi! Oh, hi, hi. Yeah, uh, my daughter Rory has been accepted -- yay. (pause) Thank you, and I got the invoice for your enrollment fee. Wow, that is a lot of zeros behind that five. (pause) Uh-huh. OK, well, I guess what I'm wondering is if you couldn't take, say, part of it now, just to get her going? (pause) Well, but she's supposed to start Monday. It just doesn't give me a lot of time to pull a bank job. (pause) Well, never mind, I was just kidding. (pause) No, a bank job is robbing a bank but -- (pause) Uh-huh. Oh, no. No, no, no. I don't want you to give up her space. I'll just -- I'll have to figure it out. (pause) OK. No, thank you. It's been a real treat talking to you. (pause) Yeah. Bye-bye.
(Time lapse. It's dark out and Lorelai and Sookie are sitting on the porch.)
LORELAI: What do I do? What do I do? What do I do?
SOOKIE: You can have anything I own. My car! Sell my car.
LORELAI: Oh, sweetie, no one wants your car.
SOOKIE: Yeah.
LORELAI: There's something I haven't thought of. I know there is. There's something out there staring me right in the face. I just -- I haven't seen it.
SOOKIE: You know, you might consider calling --
LORELAI: No.
SOOKIE: But I don't think you have --
LORELAI: Stop.
SOOKIE: You could at least go and --
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SOOKIE: OK, can I say one more thing? I think it's your only option.
LORELAI: Sookie, there are several chapters from a Stephen King novel I'd reenact before I'd resort to that option.
SOOKIE: OK, dropped. Dropped.
LORELAI: Thank you.
RORY: Mom? So what do you think?
(Rory comes outside in her Chilton skirt, which is too big on her.)
SOOKIE: (enthusiastically) Wow it makes you look smart!
RORY: OK, no more wine for you. Mom?
LORELAI: You look like you were swallowed by a kilt.
RORY: Fine, you can hem it, a little, only a little.
LORELAI: OK. Or I could hem it a lot.
RORY: No you're not.
(They all go inside.)
RORY: I can't believe tomorrow's my last day at Stars Hollow High.
LORELAI: I know.
RORY: Today I was so excited I dressed for gym.
LORELAI: You're kidding?
RORY: And I played volleyball.
LORELAI: With other people?
RORY: And I learned that all this time I was avoiding team sports?
LORELAI: Yeah?
RORY: Was very smart because I suck at them.
(Lorelai begins to pin up the skirt.)
LORELAI: Oh, well, you get that from me.
SOOKIE: So where's your pat?
LORELAI: At Zsa Zsa Gabor's house.
SOOKIE: Right. I'm going to the store because you have nothing. You feel like duck?
LORELAI: If it's made with chicken, absolutely.
SOOKIE: I'll be back.
(Sookie leaves.)
LORELAI: Alright. This will give you an idea. Go see how you like it.
RORY: OK. I love being a private school girl.
(Rory goes off to check her skirt. Lorelai stares at pictures of herself and Rory.)
(Time lapse. It's daytime. Lorelai sits on the runner of her Jeep outside a large, imposing house with a gate.)
(Cut to the door opening from the inside of the house.)
LORELAI: Hi, Mom.
EMILY: Lorelai, my goodness, this is a surprise. Is it Easter already?
LORELAI: (laughs nervously) No, I just finished up my business class and I thought I would stop by.
EMILY: To see me?
LORELAI: Yes.
EMILY: Well isn't this nice. Come in.
LORELAI: Thanks.
(They go inside.)
LORELAI: The place looks great.
EMILY: It hasn't changed.
LORELAI: Well, there you go. How are the girls at the bridge club?
EMILY: Old.
(Emily and Lorelai take seats opposite each other.)
LORELAI: Well...good.
EMILY: You said you wee taking a business class?
LORELAI: Yeah, mm-hmm, yeah. I'm taking a business class at the college twice a week. I'm sure I told you.
EMILY: Well if you're sure then you must have. (long silence) Would you like some tea?
LORELAI: I would love some coffee.
RICHARD: Emily? I'm home.
EMILY: We're in here.
LORELAI: Hi, Dad.
RICHARD: What -- is it Christmas already?
EMILY: Lorelai was taking a business class at the college today and decided to drop in to see us.
RICHARD: What business class?
EMILY: Well, she told us, dear, remember?
RICHARD: No.
LORELAI: Well, actually, I came here for a reason. Dad, would you mind sitting down for a minute?
RICHARD: You need money.
LORELAI: I have a situation.
RICHARD: You need money.
LORELAI: Dad, will you just please let me get this out, OK? Um, Rory has been accepted to Chilton.
EMILY: Chilton? Oh, that's a wonderful school. It's only five minutes from here.
LORELAI: That's right, it is. She can start as early as Monday. The problem is they want me to put down an enrollment fee plus the first semester's tuition, and I have to do that immediately or she loses her spot.
RICHARD: So you need money.
LORELAI: Yeah. But it's not for me. It's for Rory. And I fully intend to pay you back every cent. I don't ask for favors, you know that.
EMILY: Oh, yes, we know.
RORY: I'll get the checkbook.
LORELAI: Thank you. You have no idea. Thank you.
EMILY: On one condition.
LORELAI: (mumbles to herself) So close.
EMILY: Since we are now financially involved in your life, I want to be actively involved in your life.
LORELAI: What does that mean, Mother?
EMILY: I want a weekly dinner.
LORELAI: What?
EMILY: Friday nights you and Rory will have dinner here.
LORELAI: Mom...
EMILY: And you have to call us once a week to give us an update on Rory's schooling and your life. That's it. That's the conditionn. If you agree, you'll come to dinner tomorrow night and leave here with a check. Otherwise I'm sorry, we can't help you.
LORELAI: I don't want her to know that I borrowed money from you. Can that just be between us?
EMILY: Does 7:00 work for you?
LORELAI: (with a forced smile) Perfect.
(Cut to Stars Hollow High. Rory is cleaning out her locker.)
RORY: And we get to wear uniforms. No more having people check you out to see what jeans you're wearing 'cause everyone's dressed alike in boring clothes and just there to learn.
LANE: OK, there's academic-minded and then there's Amish.
(Rory slams her locker door shut. She carries a box full of books and papers down the hall.)
RORY: Funny.
LANE: Thank you! So I told my mom you're changing schools.
RORY: Was she thrilled?
LANE: The party's on Friday. I got to go. I have to have a pre-hayride cup of tea with a future doctor. How do I look? Korean?
RORY: Spitting image.
LANE: Good. Bye.
RORY: Bye.
(Rory drops a book and bends over to pick it up. As she picks up the book and several pieces of paper, she turns and sees a guy standing right beside her. It's the guy who watched her and Lane walk into the school.)
RORY: God! You're like Ruth Gordon just standing there with a tannis root. Make a noise.
DEAN: Rosemary's Baby
RORY: Yeah.
DEAN: Well that's a great movie. You've got good taste. (silence) Are you moving?
RORY: No, just my books are.
DEAN: My family just moved here from Chicago.
RORY: Chicago. Windy. Oprah.
DEAN: Yeah. Yeah, that's the place. I'm Dean.
RORY: Hi. (silence) Oh, Rory. Me. That's -- that's me.
DEAN: Rory.
RORY: Well, Lorelai technically.
DEAN: Lorelai. I like that.
RORY: It's my mother's name too. She named me after herself. She was lying in the hospital thinking about how men name boys after themselves all the time, you know, so why couldn't women. She says her feminism just kind of took over. Though personally I think a lot of Demerol also went into that decision. I never talk this much.
DEAN: Well I'd better go.
RORY: Oh, sure.
DEAN: I have to go look for a job.
RORY: OK, good.
(Dean starts to leave.)
RORY: You should check with Miss Patty.
DEAN: What? Gilmore Girls New Season 2019
RORY: About the job. You should check with Miss Patty. She teaches dance. She was actually on Broadway once.
DEAN: I -- I don't really dance much.
RORY: No, no, she just kind of knows everything that's going on in town. She'll know if someone's looking.
DEAN: Oh, great, uh, thanks. Hey, what are you doing now?
RORY: Nothing...much. I should throw this away at some point.
DEAN: Well maybe you could show me where this Miss Patty's place is.
RORY: Yeah, I guess so. I really don't have anything important to -- Let's go.
(They walk out of the school and down the street. Dean carries Rory's box of books for her.)
DEAN: So have you lived here all your life?
RORY: Yes. Well, pretty much. I was actually born in Hartford.
DEAN: That's not far.
RORY: Thirty minutes with no traffic.
DEAN: Really?
RORY: I timed it.
DEAN: OK, then.
RORY: So do you like cake?
DEAN: What?
RORY: They make really good cakes here. They're very...round.
DEAN: OK I'll remember that.
RORY: Good. Make a note. You wouldn't want to forget where the round cakes are.
DEAN: So how are you liking Moby Dick ?
RORY: Oh it's really good.
DEAN: Yeah?
RORY: Yeah, it's my first Melville.
DEAN: Cool.
RORY: I mean, I know it's kind of clich to pick Moby Dick as your first Melville but -- hey how did you know I was reading Moby Dick ?
DEAN: Uh, well, I've been watching you.
RORY: Watching me?
DEAN: I mean, not in a creepy, like 'I'm watching you' sort of way. I just -- I've noticed you.
RORY: Me?
DEAN: Yeah.
RORY: When?
DEAN: Every day. After school you come out and you sit under that tree there and you read. Last week it was Madame Bovary . This week it's Moby Dick .
RORY: But why would you --
DEAN: Because you're nice to look at, and because you've got unbelievable concentration.
RORY: What?
DEAN: Last Friday these two guys were tossing around a ball and one guy nailed the other right in the face. I mean, it was a mess, blood everywhere, the nurse came out, the place was in chaos, his girlfriend was all freaking out, and you just sat there and read. I mean, you never even looked up. I thought, ' I have never seen anyone read so intensely in my entire life. I have to meet that girl.'
RORY: Maybe I just didn't look up because I'm unbelievably self-centered.
DEAN: Maybe, but I doubt it.
(They smile at each other.)
RORY: SO did I ask if you like cake?
DEAN: Yeah, you did.
RORY: Oh. 'Cause they have really good cake back there.
(Rory and Lorelai are in Luke's coffee shop. Rory plays with her salad, not eating.)
LORELAI: So you were late getting home tonight.
RORY: Yeah, I went to the library.
LORELAI: Oh. Oh, I forgot to tell you we're having dinner with your grandparents tomorrow night.
RORY: We are?
LORELAI: Mm-hmm.
RORY: But it's September.
LORELAI: So?
RORY: So what holiday's in September?
LORELAI: Look it's not a holiday thing. It's just dinner, OK?
RORY: Fine, sorry.
(Luke brings their main courses to the table.)
LUKE: Red meat can kill you. Enjoy.
LORELAI: So I finished hemming your skirt today. (no answer) A grunt of acknowledgment might be nice.
RORY: I don't understand why we're going to dinner tomorrow night. I mean, what if I had plans? You didn't even ask me.
LORELAI: If you had plans I would have known.
RORY: How?
LORELAI: Well you would have told me.
RORY: I don't tell you everything. I have my own things.
LORELAI: Fine, you have things.
RORY: That's right. I have things.
LORELAI: Hey, I had dibs on being the bitch tonight.
RORY: Just tonight?
LORELAI: What the hell is wrong with you?
RORY: I'm not sure I want to go to Chilton.
LORELAI: What?
RORY: The timing is just really bad.
LORELAI: The timing is bad?
RORY: And the bus ride to and from Hartford, it's thirty minutes each way.
LORELAI: I can't believe what I'm hearing.
RORY: Plus, I don't think we should be spending that money right now. I mean, I know Chilton's got to be costing you a lot.
LORELAI: Oh, you have no idea.
RORY: All of your money should be going toward buying an inn with Sookie.
LORELAI: What about college? What about Harvard?
RORY: We don't know that I can't get into Harvard if I stay where I am.
LORELAI: OK, enough. Enough with the crazy talk, OK? I appreciate your concern but I have this covered.
RORY: I still don't want to go.
LORELAI: Why?
RORY: Because I don't.
LORELAI: I have to get out of here.
(Lorelai stands up and starts to leave.)
RORY: We have to pay first.
(Lorelai drops money on the table. They walk out of the restaurant and into the street. The hayride wagon goes by, with a glum Lane sandwiched between two Korean boys on the back of the wagon.)
MISS PATTY: One-two-three. One-two-three. It's a waltz, ladies. Susie, do you have to tinkle? Then uncross your legs, darling.
(Miss Patty stands in the doorway of her dance studio watching over a class of little girls.)
MISS PATTY: Oh, Rory, good. I think I found a job for your male friend.
LORELAI: What male friend?
MISS PATTY: They need a stock boy at the supermarket. I already talked to Taylor Doose about him. You just send him around tomorrow.
RORY: OK, thanks.
LORELAI: What male friend?
MISS PATTY: Oh he's very cute. You have good taste.
(Miss Patty turns back to her dance class.)
MISS PATTY: Hands in the air, not in the nose.
(Rory won't look at Lorelai. She starts walking again. Lorelai follows and Rory walks faster.)
LORELAI: Oh you're gonna have to walk faster than that. You're gonna have to turn into friggin' Flo Jo to get away from me.
(Cut to Rory and Lorelai walking in their front door. Rory enters and slams the door. Lorelai opens it, walks through, and slams it behind her.)
LORELAI: This is about a boy, of course. I can't believe I didn't see it. All this talk of money and bus rides. You got a thing going with a guy and you don't want to leave school.
RORY: I'm going to bed.
LORELAI: God, I'm so dense. It should have been my first thought. After all, you're me.
RORY: I'm not you.
LORELAI: Really? Someone willing to throw important life experiences out the window to be with a guy. It sounds like me to me.
RORY: Whatever.
LORELAI: So who is he?
RORY: There's no guy!
LORELAI: Dark hair, romantic eyes? Looks a little dangerous?
RORY: This conversation is over.
LORELAI: Tattoos are good too!
RORY: I don't want to change schools because of all the reasons I've already told you a thousand times. If you don't want to believe me, that's fine. Goodnight.
LORELAI: Does he have a motorcycle? 'Cause if you're gonna throw your life away he'd better have a motorcycle!
(Rory goes up the stairs and slams her bedroom door. Lorelai walks in behind her.)
LORELAI: Well I think that went pretty well, don't you?
RORY: Thanks for the knock.
LORELAI: Listen, can we just start all over, OK? You tell me all about the guy and I promise not to let my head explode, huh? (silence) Rory, please talk to me. (silence) OK, I'll talk. Don't get me wrong. Guys are great. I am a huge fan of guys. You don't get knocked up at sixteen being indifferent to guys. But, babe, guys are always going to be there. This school isn't. It's more important. It has to be more important.
RORY: I'm going to sleep.
LORELAI: Rory. You've always been the sensible one in this house, huh? I need you to remember that feeling now. You will kick your own butt later if you blow this.
RORY: Well, it's my butt.
LORELAI: Good comeback.
RORY: Thank you.
LORELAI: You're welcome. Rory, come on.
RORY: I don't want to talk about this. Could you please, please just leave me alone?
LORELAI: OK, fine. We always had a democracy in this house. We never did anything unless we both agreed. But now I guess I'm going to have to play the mom card. You are going to Chilton whether you want to or not. Monday morning you will be there, end of story.
RORY: We'll see.
LORELAI: Yeah we will.
(Lorelai slams the door on her way out. Rory turns on her CD player. Macy Gray's I Try plays. Lorelai goes to her room and turns on the same song.)
(Cut to the kitchen of the inn. There is smoke everywhere.)
SOOKIE: I swear I don't know what happened.
LORELAI: It's not important.
SOOKIE: I made that dish a hundred times. It never exploded.
LORELAI: Please, forget it.
SOOKIE: Oh, God, I killed a Viking. You should make me pay the cost of a new stove out of my paycheck.
LORELAI: Whatever you want.
SOOKIE: I can't afford a new stove! Those things are expensive.
LORELAI: Sookie, please, I am begging you, please, pull yourself together, OK? I got no sleep last night and I think I put my contacts in backwards.
SOOKIE: Rory's still mad at you, huh?
LORELAI: I'm not so crazy about her either.
SOOKIE: It was a fight. Mothers and daughters fight.
LORELAI: No, we don't fight. We never fight.
(Michel comes in.)
MICHEL: You told me to tell you when your daughter arrived. Well she's here and she's sitting in my chair.
LORELAI: (to Sookie) Hold on just a minute.
(Lorelai leaves.)
MICHEL: And you are the one left standing. Life is a funny, funny thing, no?
LORELAI: (to Rory) Hey, no muumuu today. You know what's weird, I kind of miss it.
RORY: You left me a note to meet you here.
LORELAI: Yeah, I thought you might want to work a couple hours, make a little extra cash.
RORY: Fine.
LORELAI: Aw, you're not gonna give me the 'Mommy Dearest' treatment forever, are ya?
RORY: You wanted me here, I'm here. Should I do something or what?
LORELAI: Yeah, go home. Dinner's at 7:00. Be ready to go.
RORY: Fine.
LORELAI: Fine.
(Rory leaves. Michel comes back in.)
MICHEL: Ah, my chair.
(Cut to Rory and Lorelai standing outside Richard and Emily's door.)
RORY: So do we go in or do we just stand here reenacting 'The Little Match Girl?'
LORELAI: OK, look, I know you and me are having a thing here and I know you hate me but I need you to be civil, at least through dinner and then on the way home you can pull a Menendez. Deal?
RORY: Fine.
(Lorelai rings the doorbell. Emily opens the door.)
RORY: Hi, Grandma.
EMILY: Well, you're right on time.
LORELAI: Yeah, yeah, no traffic at all.
EMILY: I can't tell you what a treat it is to have you girls here.
LORELAI: Oh, well, we're excited too.
EMILY: Is that a collector's cup or can I throw it away for you?
LORELAI: Oh.
(Lorelai starts to toss her empty coffee cup into a nearby wastebasket.)
EMILY: In the kitchen, please. (to Rory) So, I want to hear all about Chilton.
RORY: Well I haven't actually started yet.
(Rory and Emily walk into the living room. Left behind, Lorelai throws away the cup in the nearby wastebasket. Richard is in the living room reading a newspaper.)
EMILY: Richard, look who's here.
RICHARD: Rory, you're tall.
RORY: I guess.
RICHARD: What's your height?
RORY: 5'7'
RICHARD: That's tall. She's tall.
LORELAI: Hi, Dad.
RICHARD: Lorelai, your daughter's tall.
LORELAI: Oh, I know. It's freakish. We're thinking of having her studied at M.I.T.
RICHARD: Ah.
(Richard returns to reading his paper.)
EMILY: Champagne, anyone?
LORELAI: Oh, that's fancy.
EMILY: Well it's not every day I have my girls here for dinner on a day the banks are open. A toast -- to Rory entering Chilton and an exciting new phase in her life.
RICHARD: Here, here.
EMILY: Mmm. Well, let's sit everyone. This is just wonderful. An education is the most important thing in the world, next to family.
LORELAI: And pie. (silence) Joke, joke.
EMILY: Ah.
(There is a long silence. Richard hands Rory a section of the newspaper.)
(Cut to dinner.)
EMILY: Rory, how do you like the lamb?
RORY: It's good.
EMILY: Too dry?
RORY: No, it's perfect.
LORELAI: The potatoes could use a little salt, though.
EMILY: Excuse me?
RORY: So, Grandpa, how's the insurance biz?
RICHARD: Oh, people die, we pay. People crash, we pay. People lose a foot, we pay.
LORELAI: Well at least you have your new slogan.
RICHARD: And how are things at the motel?
LORELAI: The inn? Things are great.
EMILY: Lorelai's the executive manager now. Isn't that wonderful?
RICHARD: Speaking of which, Christopher called yesterday.
LORELAI: Speaking of which? How is that a speaking of which?
RICHARD: He's doing very well in California. His internet start-up goes public next month. This could mean big things for him. (to Rory) Very talented man, your father.
LORELAI: She knows.
RICHARD: He always was a smart one, that boy. (to Rory) You must take after him.
LORELAI: Speaking of which, I'm gonna get a Coke. Or a knife.
(Lorelai storms into the kitchen. The cook comes in and looks at ther.)
LORELAI: Hi, how are you doing?
(Back to the dinner table.)
RORY: I think I'm gonna go talk to her --
EMILY: No, I'll go. You stay and keep your grandfather company.
(Emily enters the kitchen.)
EMILY: Lorelai, come back to the table.
LORELAI: Is this what it's gonna be like every Friday night? I come over and let the two of you attack me?
EMILY: You're being very dramatic.
LORELAI: Dramatic? Were you at that table just now?
EMILY: Yes, I was and I think you took what your father said the wrong way.
LORELAI: The wrong way? How could I have taken it the wrong way? What was open to interpretation?
(Richard and Rory are able to overhear Lorelai and Emily arguing.)
EMILY: Keep your voice down.
LORELAI: No, Mother. I can't take it anymore.
EMILY: You're dripping all over the floor.
LORLEAI: Why do you pounce on every single thing I say?
EMILY: That's absurd. You barely uttered a word all night.
LORELAI: That's not true.
EMILY: You said 'pie.'
LORELAI: Oh, come on.
EMILY: You did. All I heard you say was 'pie.'
LORELAI: Why would he bring up Christopher? Was that really necessary?
EMILY: He likes Christopher.
LORELAI: Isn't that interesting? Because, as I remember, when Christopher got me pregnant, Dad didn't like him so much.
EMILY: Oh, well, please, you were sixteen. What were we supposed to do -- throw you a party? We were disappointed. The two of you had such bright futures.
LORELAI: Yes. And by not getting married we got to keep those futures.
EMILY: When you get pregnant, you get married. A child needs a mother and a father.
LORELAI: Oh, Mom. Do you think Christopher would have his own company right now if we'd gotten married? Do you think he would be anything at all?
EMILY: Yes, I do. Your father would have put him in the insurance business and you'd be living a lovely life right now.
LORELAI: He didn't want to be in the insurance business and I am living a lovely life right now.
EMILY: That's right, far away from us.
LORELAI: Oh, here we go.
EMILY: You took that girl and completely shut us out of your life.
LORELAI: You wanted to control me.
EMILY: You were still a child.
LORELAI: I stopped being a child the minute the strip turned pink, OK? I had to figure out how to live. I found a good job --
EMILY: As a maid. With all your brains and talent.
LORELAI: I worked my way up. I run the place now. I built a life on my own with no help from anyone.
EMILY: Yes, and think where you would have been if you'd accepted a little help, hmm? And where Rory would have been. But no, you were always too proud to accept anything from anyone.
LORELAI: Well I wasn't too proud to come here to you two begging for money for my kid's school, was I?
(Rory over hears this.)
EMILY: No, but you're too poud to let her know where you got it from aren't you? Well, find, you have your precious pride and I have my weekly dinners. Isn't that nice? We both win.
(Cut back to the table. Richard is asleep in his chair.)
(Cut to Rory and Lorelai leaving. Lorelai leans against the outside wall.)
RORY: Mom?
LORELAI: I'm OK. I just -- Do I look shorter? 'Cause I feel shorter.
RORY: Hey, how about I buy you a cup of coffee?
LORELAI: Oh, yeah. You drive, though, OK, 'cause I don't think my feet will reach the pedals.
(Cut to Rory and Lorelai walking up to the coffee shop.)
RORY: So, nice dinner at the grandparents' house.
LORELAI: Oh, yeah, her dishes have never been cleaner.
RORY: You and Grandma seemed to have a nice talk.
LORELAI: How much did you hear?
RORY: Not much. You know, snippets.
LORELAI: Snippets? Gilmore Girls Pilot Script
RORY: Little snippets.
LORELAI: So basically everything.
RORY: Basically, yes.
LORELAI: Well, the best laid plans.
RORY: I think it was really brave of you to ask them for money.
LORELAI: I so do not want to talk about it.
RORY: How many meals is it gonna take til we're off the hook?
LORELAI: I think the deli spread at my funeral will be the last one. Hey, wait, does that mean..?
RORY: Can't let a perfectly good plaid skirt go to waste.
LORELAI: Oh, honey, you won't be sorry.
(Luke comes up to the table dressed in a nice shirt.)
LORELAI: Wow, you look nice. Really nice.
LUKE: I had a meeting earlier at the bank. They like collars. You look nice too.
LORELAI: I had a flagellation to go to.
LUKE: So what'll you have?
LORELAI: Coffee, in a vat.
RORY: I'll have coffee also. And chili fries.
LUKE: That's quite a refined palate you got there.
(Luke shakes his head and goes to get their order.)
LORELAI: Behold the healing power of a bath. So, tell me about the guy.
RORY: You know what's really special about our relationship? The total understanding about the need for one's privacy. I mean, you really understand boundaries.
LORELAI: So tell me about the guy.
RORY: Mom!
LORELAI: Is he dreamy?
RORY: Oh, that is so Nick at Night.
LORELAI: Well I'm gonna find out anyway.
RORY: Really? How?
LORELAI: I'll spy.
LUKE: Coffee...fries. I can't stand it. This is so unhealthy. Rory, put down that coffee. You do not want to grow up to be like your mom.
RORY: Sorry, too late.
(Rory smiles at Lorelai, who smiles back.)
LORELAI: So tell me about the guy.
RORY: Check please!
LORELAI: No, really, are you embarrassed to bring him home?
RORY: I'm not embarrassed.
LORELAI: Does he talk at all?
RORY: No, Mom, he's a mime.
The end.
Guest Starring:
Liz Torres - Miss Patty
Jared Padalecki - Dean
Alex Borstein - Drella
Emily Kuroda - Mrs. Kim
Co-starring:
Jill Brennan - Mrs. Traister
Cesar Lopapa - Salvador
Marcy Goldman - Woman
Barna Moricz - Joey
Nikki Slater - Girl 1
Heather Shrane - Girl 2
Amy Correa - Girl 3
Jacqueline Smith - Girl 4
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