Just One Week… Part Three
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: This is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… quite ironic, but we won't get into any jokes.
Another Authors' Note: This fan fic is written as a script. A script is vastly different than a novel, or anything that reads like a book. Basically, this is them talking, you make the voices in your head (or out loud, but we're not gonna go there) and you imagine what the setting looks like in your mind. The actions that we couldn't do without are in italics. Enjoy, and really- making the voices helps.
Special Post-Authors' Note: Apparently, the italics don't like the screen and have gone on strike. So, if you pay lots of attention, you'll notice that the talking parts have names before them. Any actions or scene changes have no name before them, because they are not intended to be spoken.
PART THREE:
1 Cut to Lane and Rory wandering the streets of New York…
Lane: Oh look- Bloomingdales!
Rory: Lane, have we ever been shop-til-you-drop girls?
Lane: No, but it just seemed appropriate. Hey there was that one week in junior high.
Rory: Your Mom grounded you for like, a year after that…
Lane: Bad memories. Move back to present. Happy memories. Look- a CD store.
Rory: Nice segue. How can the present be a memory?
Lane: I wonder if they have that classic Bee Gee's that you refused to buy me.
Rory: I never refused you anything.
Lane: Oh really!
Rory: Yes, really.
Lane: Well I happen to recall a—
Rory: Look- coffee!
Lane: Fine. And then the CD store. Hey- alert, alert! Potentials at one o'clock.
Rory: OK then- CD store first.
Lane and Rory follow mysterious hot guys into CD store.
Cut to Stars Hollow. Luke and Lorelai just re-entering Lorelai's house.
Luke: Well that was a fun outing.
Lorelai: Hey, is it my fault that Kirk is a complete idiot?
Luke: What was it that we rented?
Lorelai: "Someone Like You". With that Judd chick. Rory will never let me rent it. It gives her too many "Kiss the Girl" flashbacks. Go make some coffee.
Luke: I'll make some popcorn.
Lorelai: Hey, coffee-guy. Stick to what you do best.
Cut to Luke and Lorelai sitting down on the couch with popcorn and a large mug of coffee.
Luke: Did you hit play?
Lorelai: No, I'm planning on us sitting here watching the fuzzy screen for two hours.
Luke: Ok, ok.
Lorelai: Fast forward through the previews.
Luke: Why?
Lorelai: So that I don't run out of coffee before the actual movie starts. Plus, if I watch the previews, it ruins the rest of the movie for me because I sit for the whole movie thinking about the previews and wondering how they end.
Luke hits fast forward.
Luke: And now, for our feature presentation.
Lorelai and Luke stare at the screen for a couple seconds.
Lorelai: What the? That is so not a Judd.
Luke: No, that's a Bullock. A Sandra Bullock.
Lorelai: Down boy, down. Since when did you like Sandra Bullock?
Luke: I never said I did.
Lorelai: Then what was with that 'A Sandra Bullock' voice?
Luke: Hey… I don't… I saw in some of Jess' magaz… he has poste… j-j- just watch the movie.
Lorelai: OK then…
2 Silence looms…
Luke: Plus, she's really not my type.
Lorelai: Oh, so who is your type?
Luke: Want some more coffee?
Luke grabs Lorelai's coffee mug and flees to the kitchen.
Lorelai: Wait a minute, Mister! Don't think you're getting out of this quite so easily.
Luke: Hey, I'm getting you more coffee.
Lorelai: Ya, but where the mug goes, I go.
Phone rings.
Lorelai: Saved by the bell… Hello?
Rory: Mom!
Lorelai: Rory, dear, my love, my heart, my life. Call me back. (hangs up)
Rory: She just hung up on me.
Lane: Your Mom?
Rory: Yes. How is that humanly possible. I am scarred for life.
Lane: Your mom. The same mother who made you swear on your life that you would call everyday.
Rory: One in the same, yes.
Lane: Wow. What could've been that important that she would ditch her one and only daughter?
Rory: Trying not to focus on that fact right now.
Lane: I mean—
Rory: LANE!!
Lane: Ok, next topic…
Cut back to Luke and Lorelai, back in the living room, sitting on the couch watching the movie.
Lorelai: Oh, I could so do that!
Luke: Oh really?!?! I'd like to see you try.
Lorelai: Come on. Let's go. Right here. Right now.
Luke: I can't hurt a girl.
Lorelai: And what makes you think you would be able to hurt me?
Luke: Look at me. Look at you. It doesn't take Einstein to be able to see who would win.
Lorelai: (Staring at TV) Ooohhh. That had to hurt.
Luke looks at Lorelai.
Lorelai (noticing Luke's questioning gaze): What??
Luke: Nothing, it's just…you gave up too easy. I'm used to you defending your opinion to the point where the other person just becomes too tired to defend themselves and concedes defeat.
Lorelai: Are you saying that the only time I win arguments is when the other person gives up?
Luke: I'm just saying…that's usually how you win our arguments.
Lorelai: No way! I win based on my charm, powers of persuasion, and just general smarts.
Luke: Whatever lets you sleep at night.
Lorelai: Hmmph.
3 Silence…
Lorelai: I still can't believe we rented Miss Congeniality. Kirk really is an idiot. I mean, who doesn't check to make sure the appropriate video is in the appropriate box…
Luke: Apparently, we don't.
4 Cut to Rory and Lane looking at CD's in a New York store…
Lane: Look at this musical selection…pitiful, worthless, not worth our precious time and money—
Rory: Lane, we get it. There has to be something here worthwhile looking at.
Lane: Nothing coming close to resembling the Bee Gee's.
Rory: Must not be meant to be. Serendipity.
Lane: You made a rhyme. Oh, wait! (picks up a CD) Nope, too pop-ish.
Rory: Let's go.
Lane: Where?
Rory: Not sure, I'll tell you when we get there.
Lane: Oh, so to no destination in particular?
Rory: Yes. No. I don't know…
Lane: Sounds like a certain mother's philosophy on life…
Rory: No. Let's go back to the hotel. I mean, after her hasty hang-up move maybe she decided to call the hotel and apologize.
Lane: Why wouldn't she call your cell phone?
Rory: Because she was so stricken with grief that the thought of actually hearing my voice might bring her to tears and she didn't want me to hear her cry.
Lane: Sure. That must be it. Now, how do we get to the hotel?? I think we go left…no, right…or is it—
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this show. But the overwhelming creativity has overflowed and the result is what you have before you.
Authors' Note: This is written by two best friends, a blonde and a brunette… quite ironic, but we won't get into any jokes.
Another Authors' Note: This fan fic is written as a script. A script is vastly different than a novel, or anything that reads like a book. Basically, this is them talking, you make the voices in your head (or out loud, but we're not gonna go there) and you imagine what the setting looks like in your mind. The actions that we couldn't do without are in italics. Enjoy, and really- making the voices helps.
Special Post-Authors' Note: Apparently, the italics don't like the screen and have gone on strike. So, if you pay lots of attention, you'll notice that the talking parts have names before them. Any actions or scene changes have no name before them, because they are not intended to be spoken.
PART THREE:
1 Cut to Lane and Rory wandering the streets of New York…
Lane: Oh look- Bloomingdales!
Rory: Lane, have we ever been shop-til-you-drop girls?
Lane: No, but it just seemed appropriate. Hey there was that one week in junior high.
Rory: Your Mom grounded you for like, a year after that…
Lane: Bad memories. Move back to present. Happy memories. Look- a CD store.
Rory: Nice segue. How can the present be a memory?
Lane: I wonder if they have that classic Bee Gee's that you refused to buy me.
Rory: I never refused you anything.
Lane: Oh really!
Rory: Yes, really.
Lane: Well I happen to recall a—
Rory: Look- coffee!
Lane: Fine. And then the CD store. Hey- alert, alert! Potentials at one o'clock.
Rory: OK then- CD store first.
Lane and Rory follow mysterious hot guys into CD store.
Cut to Stars Hollow. Luke and Lorelai just re-entering Lorelai's house.
Luke: Well that was a fun outing.
Lorelai: Hey, is it my fault that Kirk is a complete idiot?
Luke: What was it that we rented?
Lorelai: "Someone Like You". With that Judd chick. Rory will never let me rent it. It gives her too many "Kiss the Girl" flashbacks. Go make some coffee.
Luke: I'll make some popcorn.
Lorelai: Hey, coffee-guy. Stick to what you do best.
Cut to Luke and Lorelai sitting down on the couch with popcorn and a large mug of coffee.
Luke: Did you hit play?
Lorelai: No, I'm planning on us sitting here watching the fuzzy screen for two hours.
Luke: Ok, ok.
Lorelai: Fast forward through the previews.
Luke: Why?
Lorelai: So that I don't run out of coffee before the actual movie starts. Plus, if I watch the previews, it ruins the rest of the movie for me because I sit for the whole movie thinking about the previews and wondering how they end.
Luke hits fast forward.
Luke: And now, for our feature presentation.
Lorelai and Luke stare at the screen for a couple seconds.
Lorelai: What the? That is so not a Judd.
Luke: No, that's a Bullock. A Sandra Bullock.
Lorelai: Down boy, down. Since when did you like Sandra Bullock?
Luke: I never said I did.
Lorelai: Then what was with that 'A Sandra Bullock' voice?
Luke: Hey… I don't… I saw in some of Jess' magaz… he has poste… j-j- just watch the movie.
Lorelai: OK then…
2 Silence looms…
Luke: Plus, she's really not my type.
Lorelai: Oh, so who is your type?
Luke: Want some more coffee?
Luke grabs Lorelai's coffee mug and flees to the kitchen.
Lorelai: Wait a minute, Mister! Don't think you're getting out of this quite so easily.
Luke: Hey, I'm getting you more coffee.
Lorelai: Ya, but where the mug goes, I go.
Phone rings.
Lorelai: Saved by the bell… Hello?
Rory: Mom!
Lorelai: Rory, dear, my love, my heart, my life. Call me back. (hangs up)
Rory: She just hung up on me.
Lane: Your Mom?
Rory: Yes. How is that humanly possible. I am scarred for life.
Lane: Your mom. The same mother who made you swear on your life that you would call everyday.
Rory: One in the same, yes.
Lane: Wow. What could've been that important that she would ditch her one and only daughter?
Rory: Trying not to focus on that fact right now.
Lane: I mean—
Rory: LANE!!
Lane: Ok, next topic…
Cut back to Luke and Lorelai, back in the living room, sitting on the couch watching the movie.
Lorelai: Oh, I could so do that!
Luke: Oh really?!?! I'd like to see you try.
Lorelai: Come on. Let's go. Right here. Right now.
Luke: I can't hurt a girl.
Lorelai: And what makes you think you would be able to hurt me?
Luke: Look at me. Look at you. It doesn't take Einstein to be able to see who would win.
Lorelai: (Staring at TV) Ooohhh. That had to hurt.
Luke looks at Lorelai.
Lorelai (noticing Luke's questioning gaze): What??
Luke: Nothing, it's just…you gave up too easy. I'm used to you defending your opinion to the point where the other person just becomes too tired to defend themselves and concedes defeat.
Lorelai: Are you saying that the only time I win arguments is when the other person gives up?
Luke: I'm just saying…that's usually how you win our arguments.
Lorelai: No way! I win based on my charm, powers of persuasion, and just general smarts.
Luke: Whatever lets you sleep at night.
Lorelai: Hmmph.
3 Silence…
Lorelai: I still can't believe we rented Miss Congeniality. Kirk really is an idiot. I mean, who doesn't check to make sure the appropriate video is in the appropriate box…
Luke: Apparently, we don't.
4 Cut to Rory and Lane looking at CD's in a New York store…
Lane: Look at this musical selection…pitiful, worthless, not worth our precious time and money—
Rory: Lane, we get it. There has to be something here worthwhile looking at.
Lane: Nothing coming close to resembling the Bee Gee's.
Rory: Must not be meant to be. Serendipity.
Lane: You made a rhyme. Oh, wait! (picks up a CD) Nope, too pop-ish.
Rory: Let's go.
Lane: Where?
Rory: Not sure, I'll tell you when we get there.
Lane: Oh, so to no destination in particular?
Rory: Yes. No. I don't know…
Lane: Sounds like a certain mother's philosophy on life…
Rory: No. Let's go back to the hotel. I mean, after her hasty hang-up move maybe she decided to call the hotel and apologize.
Lane: Why wouldn't she call your cell phone?
Rory: Because she was so stricken with grief that the thought of actually hearing my voice might bring her to tears and she didn't want me to hear her cry.
Lane: Sure. That must be it. Now, how do we get to the hotel?? I think we go left…no, right…or is it—