Disclaimer: Rory and Jess belong not to me, but to WB and Amy
Sherman-Palladino.
"Yo"
"Jess? Hey, it's Rory."
"Thought you were in Washington."
"I am."
"Calling for advice on surviving in the big city?"
"Yeah, my dorm is a real rough-and-tumble kind of place. I'm especially concerned about the cafeteria."
"Just avoid the green thing with noodles. It's an alien intelligence."
"I think my roommate is an alien intelligence."
"Paris already making you insane?"
"Not too bad...well, yeah, a little. Mostly it's just the chaos of travel
and registration and moving in. I must've met 400 thousand people all
with the same two haircuts, all wearing plaid."
"Ooh, it's 'Night of the Living Preppies.' Wish I were there."
"I wish you were too. Well, I guess I'm gonna get some sleep. Night
Jess."
"Night Rory."
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" 'lo? "
"Hey Jess, it's Rory."
"Hey, two for two. Paris MUST be making you insane."
"Yeah, Paris and everyone. I don't think I'm cut out for politics."
"Doesn't surprise me. Can you sneak a book into the seminar?"
"No, we're always in small groups. Paris is thriving--she's perfect
at this. I didn't know she could be so happy."
"You sound happy for her."
"I really am, actually. I guess it probably is good for us to get to know each
other better before next year."
"But she's got you doing all work and no play."
"He shoots, he scores. I have a date tomorrow, though."
"A date? Won't Dean be a little weird about that?"
"Probably. But we sort of agreed to see other people while I was
gone."
"Dean agreed to that?"
"Well, I didn't give him much choice."
"That does explain something..."
"What?"
"Oh nothing..."
"WHAT?"
"I just saw Dean walking with Melissa Davies this morning and wondered whether I should start selling tickets for
the flogging. Guess not."
"Wow, that was fast. It's kinda sweet that he picked her, though.
They always had a lot in common--we hung out some during last year's
spring festival and they got along really well."
"You don't sound jealous at all."
"I'm not. I love Dean, but I think my feelings are a little more
fraternal than they ought to be for a girlfriend."
"Probably a wise decision, then."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Gosh, suddenly I'm really sleepy."
"Talking to me puts you to sleep, huh?"
"No, just relaxes me. G'night, Jess."
"Night Ror'."
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"Dominos Pizza"
"What? I leave town for a few weeks and Luke sells the diner to a
national pizza chain?"
"Hey--three days, three calls. Is this going to be a nightly event?"
"I dunno. You mind?"
"You're kidding, right? How was your date?"
"You'd think the student body president of Exeter academy would be
more literate."
"I take it you're not in love."
"In spite of Mr. Exeter's finest efforts, my heart has escaped
unscathed. He drank diet cola."
"Uh-oh. Bad sign. He didn't read his Gilmore girls dating primer."
"Nope. Actually, he kept asking me about Paris; I think he's really
interested in her but intimidated. I might try to play matchmaker."
"Dabbling in Paris's personal life seems risky."
"You know me. Life on the edge. And this place doesn't provide too many easy thrills."
"Private school leadership camp not heavily populated with rebellious
sorts, huh?"
"Nope. Hence my nightly phone calls to James Dean."
"James Dean appreciates the attention."
"The benefits are mutual. G'night, Jim."
"Night Ror. Sweet dreams."
"You too, Jess."
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"Hi Rory."
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Well, let's see, it's 11pm and the phone rang. Historical experience
from the last two weeks indicates that every night at approximately
11pm, the phone will ring and it will be Rory. So lucky guess?"
"Hmmm. Maybe I need to mix it up a little."
"Don't you dare. I'd panic and have to steal someone's car to drive
there and check on you. "
"At least then I'd have some interesting company."
"Yes, but then I wouldn't be able to make it back to Stars Hollow in time
for summerschool, and everyone would be shocked at you for knocking me
off the straight and narrow path."
"I guess this means I haven't been missing any good pranks."
"No. But Luke yelled at Dean."
"WHAT?"
"Apparently you neglected to tell anyone but me that you and Dean had
decided to cool things off. Luke caught him in the gazebo with Marci
Collins and came pretty close to decking him before Dean got the story
out."
"Uh-oh. Are Luke and Mom mad that I didn't tell them?"
"Luke isn't mad. Maybe a little confused. He doesn't know I know. Your
mom wasn't around today so she may not know yet."
"Yeah, she had an inn-owner's thingy in Hartford. She probably found
out as soon as she got home, though."
"You haven't talked to her?"
"Not since Tuesday. Wait--Marci Collins? What happened to Melissa
Davies?"
"Hey, don't ask me. I just report 'em as I see 'em. And I prefer to avoid
Dean and the burning hostility he routinely hurls my way.
So your Mom isn't getting these nightly Rory
reports, huh?"
"I talk to her every couple of days."
"I'm honored."
"So I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
"I'll count the minutes. But why don't I do some of the calling? Save
you the long distance."
"S'okay--my mom got me one of those cell phones with unlimited free
long distance after 10pm. I sound like a commercial. But you're
sweet to offer."
"I'm working on an image change--swapping James Dean for Jimmy
Stewart."
"Oh I definitely think you should stick with Dodger--maybe I'll get
you a top hat."
"A sexy accessory needed by every modern man."
"I think they sell them at the gift shop at Ford's Theater."
"Oh that is so morbid. I think you should go to sleep now."
"Night Jess."
"Night Rory."
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"Greetings and Salutations, oh great leader in training."
"Don't say leader. What an ugly, horrible word. I may never be able to
rid it of the connotations."
"I take it you have not had the best day."
"I just want to sleep for about 72 hours. The teachers are amazing and
I know this'll be terrific for getting into Harvard, but there's a
problem with leadership conferences: everyone thinks they're the
leader. Nobody knows how to follow. I'm surrounded by future
politicians competing with each other for position and influence. I've
met people who make Paris seem laid back and sensitive. I haven't read
anything more interesting than a newspaper in five weeks. I'm ready to
scream and have decided to become a flute major so I never have to
discuss current events again. Remind me to tell my mother to buy me a
flute. But at least they're taking us to see Laurie Anderson
tomorrow."
"Laurie Anderson? Isn't she, well, too alternative for that crowd?"
"You'd think. But she's playing at the Kennedy Center, so she counts
as fine art. My mom was incensed. She said it made her feel old."
"Yeah, it's sort of like when Bob Dylan started winning Oscars. Your
speech is slurring."
"I'm in bed, under the covers, with the lights off, trying to pretend
I'm at home in my room."
"Oh. Should I play along? Hey Rory, I guess I'll see you and your mom
in the diner for coffee tomorrow morning."
"Oh I can't tell you how much I want to come to the diner for coffee
tomorrow morning. I miss Luke's coffee. I miss Luke--I miss you."
"I miss you too. There's less than two weeks to go, you know."
"I know. I just wish it were even less than that. Tell me a story?"
"Sure..."
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"5 weeks down; one week to go!"
"You're counting the days until I get home, I see."
"There's a calendar on the refrigerator. It's like Advent."
"Are there chocolates for every day?"
"Chocolate covered coffee beans."
"Bummer--you'll have eaten them all by the time I get home."
"Actually I'm saving them in a little jar for you."
"I knew there was a reason I liked you."
"The mystery is solved. How's camp?"
"Better. I'm exhausted. Paris is a megalomaniac. I guess I'm learning
a lot, though."
"I take it Paris is not in this evening?"
"She's on a date. Exeter boy finally overcame his inhibitions."
"Ah, matchmaker, matchmaker..."
"Actually I had nothing to do with it. They were having this blow-out
argument in the cafeteria and he got so frustrated he just kind of
grabbed her and kissed her. They've been pretty inseparable ever
since."
"Not being separated is good."
"Tell me about it. G'night Dodger."
"Night Rory."
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"Hi there."
"Have you been listening to Peter Gabriel?"
"You caught me. It's Totally 80s night here at Luke's Diner. There's
no room for 90s cynicism when Rory Gilmore is coming home tomorrow.
The whole town is ebullient."
"Will you be at the bus station? My flight gets into Hartford at 1:30
so I should make it home around 3."
"I'll be there. In line behind your mom who hasn't stopped grinning
since yesterday."
"I'm so excited I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep a wink and then
I'll be all jetlagged and incapable of appreciating the wonders of
Stars Hollow."
"I don't think you can get jetlagged flying within the same time zone.
But I'll send over the counting sheep and bring coffee to the bus
stop. See you tomorrow, Ror."
"Can't wait. Night Jess."
"G'night."
Sherman-Palladino.
"Yo"
"Jess? Hey, it's Rory."
"Thought you were in Washington."
"I am."
"Calling for advice on surviving in the big city?"
"Yeah, my dorm is a real rough-and-tumble kind of place. I'm especially concerned about the cafeteria."
"Just avoid the green thing with noodles. It's an alien intelligence."
"I think my roommate is an alien intelligence."
"Paris already making you insane?"
"Not too bad...well, yeah, a little. Mostly it's just the chaos of travel
and registration and moving in. I must've met 400 thousand people all
with the same two haircuts, all wearing plaid."
"Ooh, it's 'Night of the Living Preppies.' Wish I were there."
"I wish you were too. Well, I guess I'm gonna get some sleep. Night
Jess."
"Night Rory."
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" 'lo? "
"Hey Jess, it's Rory."
"Hey, two for two. Paris MUST be making you insane."
"Yeah, Paris and everyone. I don't think I'm cut out for politics."
"Doesn't surprise me. Can you sneak a book into the seminar?"
"No, we're always in small groups. Paris is thriving--she's perfect
at this. I didn't know she could be so happy."
"You sound happy for her."
"I really am, actually. I guess it probably is good for us to get to know each
other better before next year."
"But she's got you doing all work and no play."
"He shoots, he scores. I have a date tomorrow, though."
"A date? Won't Dean be a little weird about that?"
"Probably. But we sort of agreed to see other people while I was
gone."
"Dean agreed to that?"
"Well, I didn't give him much choice."
"That does explain something..."
"What?"
"Oh nothing..."
"WHAT?"
"I just saw Dean walking with Melissa Davies this morning and wondered whether I should start selling tickets for
the flogging. Guess not."
"Wow, that was fast. It's kinda sweet that he picked her, though.
They always had a lot in common--we hung out some during last year's
spring festival and they got along really well."
"You don't sound jealous at all."
"I'm not. I love Dean, but I think my feelings are a little more
fraternal than they ought to be for a girlfriend."
"Probably a wise decision, then."
"Yeah."
"Yeah."
"Gosh, suddenly I'm really sleepy."
"Talking to me puts you to sleep, huh?"
"No, just relaxes me. G'night, Jess."
"Night Ror'."
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"Dominos Pizza"
"What? I leave town for a few weeks and Luke sells the diner to a
national pizza chain?"
"Hey--three days, three calls. Is this going to be a nightly event?"
"I dunno. You mind?"
"You're kidding, right? How was your date?"
"You'd think the student body president of Exeter academy would be
more literate."
"I take it you're not in love."
"In spite of Mr. Exeter's finest efforts, my heart has escaped
unscathed. He drank diet cola."
"Uh-oh. Bad sign. He didn't read his Gilmore girls dating primer."
"Nope. Actually, he kept asking me about Paris; I think he's really
interested in her but intimidated. I might try to play matchmaker."
"Dabbling in Paris's personal life seems risky."
"You know me. Life on the edge. And this place doesn't provide too many easy thrills."
"Private school leadership camp not heavily populated with rebellious
sorts, huh?"
"Nope. Hence my nightly phone calls to James Dean."
"James Dean appreciates the attention."
"The benefits are mutual. G'night, Jim."
"Night Ror. Sweet dreams."
"You too, Jess."
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"Hi Rory."
"How'd you know it was me?"
"Well, let's see, it's 11pm and the phone rang. Historical experience
from the last two weeks indicates that every night at approximately
11pm, the phone will ring and it will be Rory. So lucky guess?"
"Hmmm. Maybe I need to mix it up a little."
"Don't you dare. I'd panic and have to steal someone's car to drive
there and check on you. "
"At least then I'd have some interesting company."
"Yes, but then I wouldn't be able to make it back to Stars Hollow in time
for summerschool, and everyone would be shocked at you for knocking me
off the straight and narrow path."
"I guess this means I haven't been missing any good pranks."
"No. But Luke yelled at Dean."
"WHAT?"
"Apparently you neglected to tell anyone but me that you and Dean had
decided to cool things off. Luke caught him in the gazebo with Marci
Collins and came pretty close to decking him before Dean got the story
out."
"Uh-oh. Are Luke and Mom mad that I didn't tell them?"
"Luke isn't mad. Maybe a little confused. He doesn't know I know. Your
mom wasn't around today so she may not know yet."
"Yeah, she had an inn-owner's thingy in Hartford. She probably found
out as soon as she got home, though."
"You haven't talked to her?"
"Not since Tuesday. Wait--Marci Collins? What happened to Melissa
Davies?"
"Hey, don't ask me. I just report 'em as I see 'em. And I prefer to avoid
Dean and the burning hostility he routinely hurls my way.
So your Mom isn't getting these nightly Rory
reports, huh?"
"I talk to her every couple of days."
"I'm honored."
"So I'll talk to you tomorrow?"
"I'll count the minutes. But why don't I do some of the calling? Save
you the long distance."
"S'okay--my mom got me one of those cell phones with unlimited free
long distance after 10pm. I sound like a commercial. But you're
sweet to offer."
"I'm working on an image change--swapping James Dean for Jimmy
Stewart."
"Oh I definitely think you should stick with Dodger--maybe I'll get
you a top hat."
"A sexy accessory needed by every modern man."
"I think they sell them at the gift shop at Ford's Theater."
"Oh that is so morbid. I think you should go to sleep now."
"Night Jess."
"Night Rory."
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"Greetings and Salutations, oh great leader in training."
"Don't say leader. What an ugly, horrible word. I may never be able to
rid it of the connotations."
"I take it you have not had the best day."
"I just want to sleep for about 72 hours. The teachers are amazing and
I know this'll be terrific for getting into Harvard, but there's a
problem with leadership conferences: everyone thinks they're the
leader. Nobody knows how to follow. I'm surrounded by future
politicians competing with each other for position and influence. I've
met people who make Paris seem laid back and sensitive. I haven't read
anything more interesting than a newspaper in five weeks. I'm ready to
scream and have decided to become a flute major so I never have to
discuss current events again. Remind me to tell my mother to buy me a
flute. But at least they're taking us to see Laurie Anderson
tomorrow."
"Laurie Anderson? Isn't she, well, too alternative for that crowd?"
"You'd think. But she's playing at the Kennedy Center, so she counts
as fine art. My mom was incensed. She said it made her feel old."
"Yeah, it's sort of like when Bob Dylan started winning Oscars. Your
speech is slurring."
"I'm in bed, under the covers, with the lights off, trying to pretend
I'm at home in my room."
"Oh. Should I play along? Hey Rory, I guess I'll see you and your mom
in the diner for coffee tomorrow morning."
"Oh I can't tell you how much I want to come to the diner for coffee
tomorrow morning. I miss Luke's coffee. I miss Luke--I miss you."
"I miss you too. There's less than two weeks to go, you know."
"I know. I just wish it were even less than that. Tell me a story?"
"Sure..."
---------------------------------------------------------------
"5 weeks down; one week to go!"
"You're counting the days until I get home, I see."
"There's a calendar on the refrigerator. It's like Advent."
"Are there chocolates for every day?"
"Chocolate covered coffee beans."
"Bummer--you'll have eaten them all by the time I get home."
"Actually I'm saving them in a little jar for you."
"I knew there was a reason I liked you."
"The mystery is solved. How's camp?"
"Better. I'm exhausted. Paris is a megalomaniac. I guess I'm learning
a lot, though."
"I take it Paris is not in this evening?"
"She's on a date. Exeter boy finally overcame his inhibitions."
"Ah, matchmaker, matchmaker..."
"Actually I had nothing to do with it. They were having this blow-out
argument in the cafeteria and he got so frustrated he just kind of
grabbed her and kissed her. They've been pretty inseparable ever
since."
"Not being separated is good."
"Tell me about it. G'night Dodger."
"Night Rory."
---------------------------------------------------------------
"Hi there."
"Have you been listening to Peter Gabriel?"
"You caught me. It's Totally 80s night here at Luke's Diner. There's
no room for 90s cynicism when Rory Gilmore is coming home tomorrow.
The whole town is ebullient."
"Will you be at the bus station? My flight gets into Hartford at 1:30
so I should make it home around 3."
"I'll be there. In line behind your mom who hasn't stopped grinning
since yesterday."
"I'm so excited I'm afraid I won't be able to sleep a wink and then
I'll be all jetlagged and incapable of appreciating the wonders of
Stars Hollow."
"I don't think you can get jetlagged flying within the same time zone.
But I'll send over the counting sheep and bring coffee to the bus
stop. See you tomorrow, Ror."
"Can't wait. Night Jess."
"G'night."