Just One Week… Part Fourteen
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this, or any, 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. Sorry updating is taking so long, but the brunette is still extremely busy with school, and the blonde's computer is still up in flames (no, not literally). Now, on with the show.
PART FOURTEEN
Cut to Rory and Lane waiting for a table at the front of the restaurant.
Lane: What could be taking so long to get a table?
Rory: Lane, look around us, it's so gorgeous.
Lane: As much as I'd usually appreciate the beauty of this room, my stomach is going to scream soon if I don't eat. What did I have for lunch?
Rory: I'm sure it won't be long.
Maitre'd: Ladies, your table is ready.
Rory and Lane follow the Maitre'd to a table with an amazing view of the city.
Lane: Wow. So worth the wait.
Rory: See? Wow. That is…beautiful. Hey! Is that Times Square?
Lane: I think so.
Rory: I'm so glad we decided to go out tonight. Although a movie night at the hotel would have been fun, this holds its own distinct charms.
Lane: Like the food, look at this menu!
Rory: Look at these prices! Good thing we have the trusty plastic.
Lane: Ooohhh…breadbowl salads.
Rory: Fetuccini…mmmmm. But, I have to admit, part of me is craving one of Luke's big, fat, juicy burgers.
Lane: Yeah, with fresh french fries.
Rory: And a big cup of coffee!
Lane: Yeah, that settles it, when we get home, we head strait for the Diner. But for now…we get the food of the rich.
Waiter: Can I get you ladies anything to drink? We have a special right now on Long Island Iced Tea, if you wish.
Rory and Lane: Coffee.
Rory (between giggles): Coffee would be great, please.
Waiter: Coming right up.
Rory: So, what are you getting?
Lane: I don't know! Too much to choose from…I'm not used to this much selection.
Rory: The Lemon-Peppered Chicken looks good. Ooohhh, with mashed potatoes and baby-carrots.
Lane: Oh, that does sound good. Hey, I wonder if they give us buns before our meal? Wait—I guess they're called rolls, hey?
Rory (in a high-class voice): That would be the technical term, yes.
Lane: "When in Rome…"
Rory: Lane! Look at this dessert menu!
Cut to Luke and Lorelai standing in front of the door of Richard and Emily's Home.
Luke: Wow.
Lorelai: It is pretty nice, I guess.
Luke: WOW.
Lorelai: Okay, it's nice, but it's not that…WOW.
Luke: I'm sorry, it's just that I've never been here before, in fact, I'm hardly ever out of Stars Hollow, and we both know that no houses remotely close to this one would ever exist in our sleepy little town.
Lorelai: You made your point.
Luke: Aren't we going in?
Lorelai: No, I thought we'd stay out here.
Cue annoyed look from Luke.
Lorelai: Rory and I always talk before entering the lions den. That, and she always has to force me to ring the bell sooner than I am ready to.
Luke reaches past Lorelai and rings the doorbell.
Lorelai: Well, that was rude.
Luke: Sorry. I'll grovel later.
Lorelai: Promise?
Door opens to reveal a petite maid. Yes, a NEW petit maid.
Olga: Can I help you?
Lorelai: Yes, we're here to see the denmasters—
Luke jabs Lorelai in the arm.
Lorelai: I mean, parents, we're here to have dinner with my parents. I'm Lorelai.
Olga: Oh, come in, come in. Your father is in the um, um…sitting room. Yes, and your mother is in the kitchen making…final adjustments to tonight's menu.
Lorelai: Could've guessed.
Olga: But I am confused. I thought Mrs. Gilmore said her daugher and granddaughter would be joining us. She didn't say that you would be bringing a man as well. Not that I'm complaining, I would never complain. Especially since he's such a good looking—I mean, a friend of yours. And as an employee my opinion is practically nothing, but, I just thought that you…oh dear.
Lorelai: Do you mind if we go sit now?
Olga: Sure. I'm so sorry—
Lorelai: No, it's fine. I just would like a drink. A strong drink.
Luke (whispering): Lorelai, you don't drink.
Lorelai: Well, I figure now's as good a time as any to start, don't you? (Looks up to see her father) Dad! How nice to see you.
Richard: Well, nice to see you too, Lorelai. Where is Rory?
Lorelai: She's in New York, remember? Dad, this is Luke, a friend of mine.
Luke: Nice to see you again, Mr. Gilmore.
Richard: I'm sorry, have we met?
Lorelai: Dad, Luke owns the Diner in Stars Hollow that we ate at when you spent the day with us, remember? He's also the one who drove me to the hospital when you collapsed.
Richard: Oh yes, I remember.
Luke: It's good to see that you're doing well.
Richard: Why, thank you. One day at a time. How is your Diner doing?
Luke: Good. Really good—well, I mean, yes, the Diner is doing well.
Luke gives Lorelai an exasperated look.
Lorelai: So, Dad, how's retirement?
Richard: Boring, as usual. Today I—
Emily enters the room.
Emily: Richard—Oh, Lorelai, you're here. And this must be…
Luke: Luke, Mrs. Gilmore, it's nice to see you again.
Emily: As well with you. Although, I must say, I'm kind of surprised to find you here with my daughter.
Lorelai: Mom, Rory's gone. Therefore I asked a FRIEND of mine to join us for dinner, is that going to be a problem?
Emily: Not at all.
Lorelai: Good. Now that that is settled, let's eat.
Olga: Dinner is ready.
Emily: Thank you.
Olga (to Luke): Would you like me to show you to the dining room?
Luke: I think I can find—
Lorelai: Thank you, Olga. That will be all.
Richard and Emily lead the way to the Dining Room.
Luke: You sure seem to love your mother's housekeepers.
Lorelai (dripping with sarcasm): Am I that transparent?
Luke: Lor, just try not to attack the maid before dessert. A man's gotta eat, you know?
Lorelai: I'll try and show some restraint. But, I still don't know what you're talking about.
Disclaimer: Though both authors are supremely ingenious, neither came up with the premises for this, or any, 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. Sorry updating is taking so long, but the brunette is still extremely busy with school, and the blonde's computer is still up in flames (no, not literally). Now, on with the show.
PART FOURTEEN
Cut to Rory and Lane waiting for a table at the front of the restaurant.
Lane: What could be taking so long to get a table?
Rory: Lane, look around us, it's so gorgeous.
Lane: As much as I'd usually appreciate the beauty of this room, my stomach is going to scream soon if I don't eat. What did I have for lunch?
Rory: I'm sure it won't be long.
Maitre'd: Ladies, your table is ready.
Rory and Lane follow the Maitre'd to a table with an amazing view of the city.
Lane: Wow. So worth the wait.
Rory: See? Wow. That is…beautiful. Hey! Is that Times Square?
Lane: I think so.
Rory: I'm so glad we decided to go out tonight. Although a movie night at the hotel would have been fun, this holds its own distinct charms.
Lane: Like the food, look at this menu!
Rory: Look at these prices! Good thing we have the trusty plastic.
Lane: Ooohhh…breadbowl salads.
Rory: Fetuccini…mmmmm. But, I have to admit, part of me is craving one of Luke's big, fat, juicy burgers.
Lane: Yeah, with fresh french fries.
Rory: And a big cup of coffee!
Lane: Yeah, that settles it, when we get home, we head strait for the Diner. But for now…we get the food of the rich.
Waiter: Can I get you ladies anything to drink? We have a special right now on Long Island Iced Tea, if you wish.
Rory and Lane: Coffee.
Rory (between giggles): Coffee would be great, please.
Waiter: Coming right up.
Rory: So, what are you getting?
Lane: I don't know! Too much to choose from…I'm not used to this much selection.
Rory: The Lemon-Peppered Chicken looks good. Ooohhh, with mashed potatoes and baby-carrots.
Lane: Oh, that does sound good. Hey, I wonder if they give us buns before our meal? Wait—I guess they're called rolls, hey?
Rory (in a high-class voice): That would be the technical term, yes.
Lane: "When in Rome…"
Rory: Lane! Look at this dessert menu!
Cut to Luke and Lorelai standing in front of the door of Richard and Emily's Home.
Luke: Wow.
Lorelai: It is pretty nice, I guess.
Luke: WOW.
Lorelai: Okay, it's nice, but it's not that…WOW.
Luke: I'm sorry, it's just that I've never been here before, in fact, I'm hardly ever out of Stars Hollow, and we both know that no houses remotely close to this one would ever exist in our sleepy little town.
Lorelai: You made your point.
Luke: Aren't we going in?
Lorelai: No, I thought we'd stay out here.
Cue annoyed look from Luke.
Lorelai: Rory and I always talk before entering the lions den. That, and she always has to force me to ring the bell sooner than I am ready to.
Luke reaches past Lorelai and rings the doorbell.
Lorelai: Well, that was rude.
Luke: Sorry. I'll grovel later.
Lorelai: Promise?
Door opens to reveal a petite maid. Yes, a NEW petit maid.
Olga: Can I help you?
Lorelai: Yes, we're here to see the denmasters—
Luke jabs Lorelai in the arm.
Lorelai: I mean, parents, we're here to have dinner with my parents. I'm Lorelai.
Olga: Oh, come in, come in. Your father is in the um, um…sitting room. Yes, and your mother is in the kitchen making…final adjustments to tonight's menu.
Lorelai: Could've guessed.
Olga: But I am confused. I thought Mrs. Gilmore said her daugher and granddaughter would be joining us. She didn't say that you would be bringing a man as well. Not that I'm complaining, I would never complain. Especially since he's such a good looking—I mean, a friend of yours. And as an employee my opinion is practically nothing, but, I just thought that you…oh dear.
Lorelai: Do you mind if we go sit now?
Olga: Sure. I'm so sorry—
Lorelai: No, it's fine. I just would like a drink. A strong drink.
Luke (whispering): Lorelai, you don't drink.
Lorelai: Well, I figure now's as good a time as any to start, don't you? (Looks up to see her father) Dad! How nice to see you.
Richard: Well, nice to see you too, Lorelai. Where is Rory?
Lorelai: She's in New York, remember? Dad, this is Luke, a friend of mine.
Luke: Nice to see you again, Mr. Gilmore.
Richard: I'm sorry, have we met?
Lorelai: Dad, Luke owns the Diner in Stars Hollow that we ate at when you spent the day with us, remember? He's also the one who drove me to the hospital when you collapsed.
Richard: Oh yes, I remember.
Luke: It's good to see that you're doing well.
Richard: Why, thank you. One day at a time. How is your Diner doing?
Luke: Good. Really good—well, I mean, yes, the Diner is doing well.
Luke gives Lorelai an exasperated look.
Lorelai: So, Dad, how's retirement?
Richard: Boring, as usual. Today I—
Emily enters the room.
Emily: Richard—Oh, Lorelai, you're here. And this must be…
Luke: Luke, Mrs. Gilmore, it's nice to see you again.
Emily: As well with you. Although, I must say, I'm kind of surprised to find you here with my daughter.
Lorelai: Mom, Rory's gone. Therefore I asked a FRIEND of mine to join us for dinner, is that going to be a problem?
Emily: Not at all.
Lorelai: Good. Now that that is settled, let's eat.
Olga: Dinner is ready.
Emily: Thank you.
Olga (to Luke): Would you like me to show you to the dining room?
Luke: I think I can find—
Lorelai: Thank you, Olga. That will be all.
Richard and Emily lead the way to the Dining Room.
Luke: You sure seem to love your mother's housekeepers.
Lorelai (dripping with sarcasm): Am I that transparent?
Luke: Lor, just try not to attack the maid before dessert. A man's gotta eat, you know?
Lorelai: I'll try and show some restraint. But, I still don't know what you're talking about.