1.1 Just One Week… Part Four
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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. Enjoy, and really- making the voices helps.
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3 PART FOUR:
4 Cut to Stars Hollow, Luke and Lorelai watching the credits…
Lorelai: Well, that wasn't a waste of my two hours at all.
Luke: It wasn't that bad, I thought you of all people at least would find it educational.
Lorelai: Educational?!?! A beauty pagent…are you saying I need beauty tips…or maybe those little "candy dishes", cause if you are—
Luke: NO! Not going there at all. I just mean, now you know how to attack a guy.
Lorelai: Believe me, it's not that hard. It just comes with the female genes, I guess.
Luke: Well, I'm not gonna go there either.
Lorelai: Chicken. I'm calling Rory. (calls from kitchen) Did Rory really give you a copy of those phone numbers?
Luke: Yeah, why?
Lorelai: No reason. I need some food. Diner?
Luke: Sure. And then I can check on how Jess is handling everything.
Lorelai: How can you still worry about Jess? That boy has turned into Mr. Personable. He's funny, polite, entertaining… in fact, if I was 18…
Luke: OK, stop! Now! I don't want to hear about what you would think of my poor nephew…
Lorelai: Why not? Jealous?
Luke: Wha- wel- uh- I hate this commercial!
Lorelai: Gosh, that was a subtle change of subject. Smooth moves, ExLax.
Cut to Lane and Rory, who have just pulled up in front of a hotel.
Lane: Uh- Rory, this isn't our hotel.
Rory: Sure it is. See, the big fluorescent sign says "Holiday Inn".
Lane: I'm not denying that this is a Holiday Inn, I'm just saying that this isn't the right Holiday Inn.
Rory: Ha- this is where the map said to go.
Lane: Did you ever think the map might not be right?
Rory: DON'T even say that! Don't think it. Don't contemplate thinking it. Maps are always right.
Lane: Right. We won't go there right now-
Rory: Never!
Lane: Ok then. Let's find out where our Holiday Inn is, because I'm sorry to say it, but this is the wrong Holiday Inn.
Rory: How can a Holiday Inn be wrong?
Lane: I'm not getting through to you, am I?
Rory: Huh?
Lane: Ok, just try to follow me for a minute. Think Stars Hollow. Are you thinking small?
Rory: Yes.
Lane: Alright. Now think how many inns or hotels or motels or whatever are in Stars Hollow.
Rory: Umm… one.
Lane: Good. Now think New York.
Rory: Wow! Huge.
Lane: Good. Think how many inns or hotels or motels or whatever are in New York.
Rory: Oh my goodness.
Lane: Yeah. You realize that they have more than one Holiday Inn?
Rory: Well, how many do they have? How will Mom know which one to call to leave me my message? What if she can't find me to leave a message? She won't-
Lane: Rory!
Rory: Yeah?
Lane: You left your Mom the phone number of the hotel that we're staying in, remember?
Rory: What if it's the wrong number?
Lane: That's the number you called to make our reservations, right?
Rory: Yes.
Lane: And it's the one where your Mom left a message yesterday.
Rory: Yes.
Lane: Than it's the right one.
Rory: Lane?
Lane: Rory, it's gonna be ok. Your mom would have said if it was anything for you to worry about.
Rory: Yeah. And she called me her life. So that must mean something good.
Lane: It sounds like you just interrupted her or something.
Rory: Yeah.
Lane: Maybe she has company over.
Rory: Oh- you must be right!
Lane: See, it's all good.
Rory: But who? Who would she have over that's more important than me?
Lane: I'm sure that whoever it is isn't more important than you. Now, before you have a coronary dwelling on this, let's go inside and get directions to our Holiday Inn.
Cut to Luke and Lorelai sitting on Lorelai's couch.
Luke: I think I'm gonna kiss you.
Lorelai: You're right! That is one of the worst movie lines ever. Umm, how about… I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.
Luke: Umm… sure...
Lorelai: Hello? "Titanic"! The epic drama retelling the tragic death of two young lovers, torn apart by the blowing winds and churning waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Kept apart by their up-bringing… The rich elite, who's parents were more stuck up than my mother's D.A.R. groupies, and the rugged criminal-ish type man—
Luke: Criminalish?
Lorelai: Hey Webster, back off. Please don't try and tell me that you never saw "Titanic".
Luke: Ummm…
Lorelai: You've got to be kidding me. But don't worry. It sucked. Totally overrated, over-dramatized and over-publicized, like so much of our world.
Luke: Quite the optimist, aren't we?
Cut to Rory and Lane, pulling up in front of yet another Holiday Inn.
Lane: It's the right one! Yeah!
Rory: How can you tell? They all look the same. This is the thrid one we've been to.
Lane: But this is the one with the cute bell-boy.
Rory: Point well taken.
Lane: I wonder when his shift is over?
Rory: What about our all girl vacation?
Lane: Every girl needs some boy that she can sucker into paying for everything. And think how much this cutie must make compared to our former boyfriends.
Rory: Dean and Henry aren't part of the all girl vacation.
Lane: But Mr. Bell-boy is… right?
Rory: Only if he's got a friend.
Cut to Rory and Lane frantically running around their hotel room. Clothes are strewn far and wide, and Lane is holding one shoe, looking perplexed.
Lane: Rory, I can't find your other shoe that you said I can use.
Rory: Well, I can't find the mate for the one I'm wearing.
Rory hobbles out of the bathroom, wearing the mate to the shoe Lane's holding.
Lane: Huh.
Rory: Huh.
Lane: Paper, rock, scissors?
Rory: No you wear them.
Lane: It's ok, you wear them.
Rory: How about we each wear one…
Lane: Or neither of us wear them.
Rory: That's stupid. You wear them both.
Lane: No I couldn't—
Phone rings.
Silence.
Phone rings again.
Lane: Are you gonna get it?
Rory: Umm.. of course… Hello?
Mysterious male voice: Hey, it's Shane. Is this Lane and Rory's room?
Rory: Oh… (disappointed) yeah… this is Rory.
Lane: What's wrong?
Shane: Rory. Um, Eriq and I are in the lobby and we wanted to come up to get you, but Taylor at the reception desk won't give us your room number.
Rory: Room 918.
Lane: What? (mutters) Room 918… it must be a code.
Shane: Great. We'll be right up.
Rory: Ya, take your time. Take the stairs. It's good for you.
Shane: Bye Rory.
Rory: Bye. (hangs up) Shut up Lane. 918? Code? It's our hotel room number.
Lane: Oh. Who wants our hotel room number?
Rory: Shane and Eriq.
Lane: Totally lost.
Rory: Bell-boy and friend.
Lane: They're coming up now?
Rory: And I'm not wearing a shirt.
Lane: You think my towel is acceptable?
Rory: Clothes. Now.
Lane: Your red dress?
Rory: No, I'm wearing my black skirt.
Lane: No. Red dress for me.
Rory: Oh, right. Yeah. Sounds good.
Lane: What shirt are you wearing?
Phone rings.
Rory: Feeble boys. Probably got lost. (picks up phone) I thought the room number would be enough. Do you really need me to draw a map?
Lorelai: I think I have the wrong number.
Rory: Mom?
Lorelai: I never thought that opening sentence would come out of your mouth.
Rory: Umm…
Lorelai: Who's the map for, eh?
Rory: Umm… room service?
Lane (coming out of the washroom): Do I look like a skank? Or worse, one of those blonde pop girls? Oh my gosh, you're on the phone!
Lorelai: Lane? A skank? I never knew!
Rory: No, Mom, it's not… You know what, this is really bad timing.
Knock on door
Male voice with mysterious accent: Hey girls?? Ready for our night of excitement?
Lorelai: Exactly what kind of excitement does he mean?
Rory: Wait, Lane, throw me that shirt. Mom- can I call you back?
Lorelai: Rory, don't you hang up on me!
Rory: Hanging up on you implies that it's a surprise to you. You're fully aware that I'm hanging up.
Lorelai: Young lady—
Luke (in background): What's going on?
Rory: Is Luke there?
Lorelai: Umm... where? Not important right now.
Rory: Mom, I gotta go. Don't worry about us. I'll call you later and give you all the gory details.
Lorelai: These details darn well better not include anything that might vaguely resemble gory. You hear me?
Rory: Bye Mom. (hangs up) Let's go before she calls back.
Lane: What's this about Luke? How long has that been going on?
Rory: Lane, we're not going there right now. (opens door) Hey guys!
We encourage you to review (I made a rhyme!!) Thank you. (Double rhyme!!)
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. Enjoy, and really- making the voices helps.
2
3 PART FOUR:
4 Cut to Stars Hollow, Luke and Lorelai watching the credits…
Lorelai: Well, that wasn't a waste of my two hours at all.
Luke: It wasn't that bad, I thought you of all people at least would find it educational.
Lorelai: Educational?!?! A beauty pagent…are you saying I need beauty tips…or maybe those little "candy dishes", cause if you are—
Luke: NO! Not going there at all. I just mean, now you know how to attack a guy.
Lorelai: Believe me, it's not that hard. It just comes with the female genes, I guess.
Luke: Well, I'm not gonna go there either.
Lorelai: Chicken. I'm calling Rory. (calls from kitchen) Did Rory really give you a copy of those phone numbers?
Luke: Yeah, why?
Lorelai: No reason. I need some food. Diner?
Luke: Sure. And then I can check on how Jess is handling everything.
Lorelai: How can you still worry about Jess? That boy has turned into Mr. Personable. He's funny, polite, entertaining… in fact, if I was 18…
Luke: OK, stop! Now! I don't want to hear about what you would think of my poor nephew…
Lorelai: Why not? Jealous?
Luke: Wha- wel- uh- I hate this commercial!
Lorelai: Gosh, that was a subtle change of subject. Smooth moves, ExLax.
Cut to Lane and Rory, who have just pulled up in front of a hotel.
Lane: Uh- Rory, this isn't our hotel.
Rory: Sure it is. See, the big fluorescent sign says "Holiday Inn".
Lane: I'm not denying that this is a Holiday Inn, I'm just saying that this isn't the right Holiday Inn.
Rory: Ha- this is where the map said to go.
Lane: Did you ever think the map might not be right?
Rory: DON'T even say that! Don't think it. Don't contemplate thinking it. Maps are always right.
Lane: Right. We won't go there right now-
Rory: Never!
Lane: Ok then. Let's find out where our Holiday Inn is, because I'm sorry to say it, but this is the wrong Holiday Inn.
Rory: How can a Holiday Inn be wrong?
Lane: I'm not getting through to you, am I?
Rory: Huh?
Lane: Ok, just try to follow me for a minute. Think Stars Hollow. Are you thinking small?
Rory: Yes.
Lane: Alright. Now think how many inns or hotels or motels or whatever are in Stars Hollow.
Rory: Umm… one.
Lane: Good. Now think New York.
Rory: Wow! Huge.
Lane: Good. Think how many inns or hotels or motels or whatever are in New York.
Rory: Oh my goodness.
Lane: Yeah. You realize that they have more than one Holiday Inn?
Rory: Well, how many do they have? How will Mom know which one to call to leave me my message? What if she can't find me to leave a message? She won't-
Lane: Rory!
Rory: Yeah?
Lane: You left your Mom the phone number of the hotel that we're staying in, remember?
Rory: What if it's the wrong number?
Lane: That's the number you called to make our reservations, right?
Rory: Yes.
Lane: And it's the one where your Mom left a message yesterday.
Rory: Yes.
Lane: Than it's the right one.
Rory: Lane?
Lane: Rory, it's gonna be ok. Your mom would have said if it was anything for you to worry about.
Rory: Yeah. And she called me her life. So that must mean something good.
Lane: It sounds like you just interrupted her or something.
Rory: Yeah.
Lane: Maybe she has company over.
Rory: Oh- you must be right!
Lane: See, it's all good.
Rory: But who? Who would she have over that's more important than me?
Lane: I'm sure that whoever it is isn't more important than you. Now, before you have a coronary dwelling on this, let's go inside and get directions to our Holiday Inn.
Cut to Luke and Lorelai sitting on Lorelai's couch.
Luke: I think I'm gonna kiss you.
Lorelai: You're right! That is one of the worst movie lines ever. Umm, how about… I'll never let go, Jack. I'll never let go.
Luke: Umm… sure...
Lorelai: Hello? "Titanic"! The epic drama retelling the tragic death of two young lovers, torn apart by the blowing winds and churning waters of the Atlantic Ocean. Kept apart by their up-bringing… The rich elite, who's parents were more stuck up than my mother's D.A.R. groupies, and the rugged criminal-ish type man—
Luke: Criminalish?
Lorelai: Hey Webster, back off. Please don't try and tell me that you never saw "Titanic".
Luke: Ummm…
Lorelai: You've got to be kidding me. But don't worry. It sucked. Totally overrated, over-dramatized and over-publicized, like so much of our world.
Luke: Quite the optimist, aren't we?
Cut to Rory and Lane, pulling up in front of yet another Holiday Inn.
Lane: It's the right one! Yeah!
Rory: How can you tell? They all look the same. This is the thrid one we've been to.
Lane: But this is the one with the cute bell-boy.
Rory: Point well taken.
Lane: I wonder when his shift is over?
Rory: What about our all girl vacation?
Lane: Every girl needs some boy that she can sucker into paying for everything. And think how much this cutie must make compared to our former boyfriends.
Rory: Dean and Henry aren't part of the all girl vacation.
Lane: But Mr. Bell-boy is… right?
Rory: Only if he's got a friend.
Cut to Rory and Lane frantically running around their hotel room. Clothes are strewn far and wide, and Lane is holding one shoe, looking perplexed.
Lane: Rory, I can't find your other shoe that you said I can use.
Rory: Well, I can't find the mate for the one I'm wearing.
Rory hobbles out of the bathroom, wearing the mate to the shoe Lane's holding.
Lane: Huh.
Rory: Huh.
Lane: Paper, rock, scissors?
Rory: No you wear them.
Lane: It's ok, you wear them.
Rory: How about we each wear one…
Lane: Or neither of us wear them.
Rory: That's stupid. You wear them both.
Lane: No I couldn't—
Phone rings.
Silence.
Phone rings again.
Lane: Are you gonna get it?
Rory: Umm.. of course… Hello?
Mysterious male voice: Hey, it's Shane. Is this Lane and Rory's room?
Rory: Oh… (disappointed) yeah… this is Rory.
Lane: What's wrong?
Shane: Rory. Um, Eriq and I are in the lobby and we wanted to come up to get you, but Taylor at the reception desk won't give us your room number.
Rory: Room 918.
Lane: What? (mutters) Room 918… it must be a code.
Shane: Great. We'll be right up.
Rory: Ya, take your time. Take the stairs. It's good for you.
Shane: Bye Rory.
Rory: Bye. (hangs up) Shut up Lane. 918? Code? It's our hotel room number.
Lane: Oh. Who wants our hotel room number?
Rory: Shane and Eriq.
Lane: Totally lost.
Rory: Bell-boy and friend.
Lane: They're coming up now?
Rory: And I'm not wearing a shirt.
Lane: You think my towel is acceptable?
Rory: Clothes. Now.
Lane: Your red dress?
Rory: No, I'm wearing my black skirt.
Lane: No. Red dress for me.
Rory: Oh, right. Yeah. Sounds good.
Lane: What shirt are you wearing?
Phone rings.
Rory: Feeble boys. Probably got lost. (picks up phone) I thought the room number would be enough. Do you really need me to draw a map?
Lorelai: I think I have the wrong number.
Rory: Mom?
Lorelai: I never thought that opening sentence would come out of your mouth.
Rory: Umm…
Lorelai: Who's the map for, eh?
Rory: Umm… room service?
Lane (coming out of the washroom): Do I look like a skank? Or worse, one of those blonde pop girls? Oh my gosh, you're on the phone!
Lorelai: Lane? A skank? I never knew!
Rory: No, Mom, it's not… You know what, this is really bad timing.
Knock on door
Male voice with mysterious accent: Hey girls?? Ready for our night of excitement?
Lorelai: Exactly what kind of excitement does he mean?
Rory: Wait, Lane, throw me that shirt. Mom- can I call you back?
Lorelai: Rory, don't you hang up on me!
Rory: Hanging up on you implies that it's a surprise to you. You're fully aware that I'm hanging up.
Lorelai: Young lady—
Luke (in background): What's going on?
Rory: Is Luke there?
Lorelai: Umm... where? Not important right now.
Rory: Mom, I gotta go. Don't worry about us. I'll call you later and give you all the gory details.
Lorelai: These details darn well better not include anything that might vaguely resemble gory. You hear me?
Rory: Bye Mom. (hangs up) Let's go before she calls back.
Lane: What's this about Luke? How long has that been going on?
Rory: Lane, we're not going there right now. (opens door) Hey guys!