Just One Week… Part Fifteen
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! We could go into details as to why, but despite the busyness of our lives, they're really kinda boring. Now, on with the show.
PART FIFTEEN
Cut to Rory and Lane exiting the restaurant.
1 Rory: That was SO good.
Lane: Yeah, I just hope we tipped enough.
Rory: Me too, that waiter did give us a weird look as we were leaving, not necessarily a BAD weird look, or a good one for that matter, just…weird.
Lane: Maybe he saw that your purse is about three times the size that it was when we went in.
Rory: It is not three times the size.
Lane: Sure… so, what next? What about that band we were looking for?
Rory: Well, the waiter was no help whatsoever, he just looked at us as if we should have been eating off the kiddie menu.
Lane: Speaking of which, he did seem to more than slightly resemble Jack, didn't he?
Rory: Huh?
Lane: You know, Jack. Overly gay guy from Will and Grace?
Rory: I thought that was Will.
Lane: Yeah but…never mind. Where to next?
Rory: Oh. Maybe I should call my mom. Tonight's dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, she's probably attempting suicide as we speak. And without me there, who knows how many different scenes from the exorcist could be reenacted this very evening.
Cut to The Gilmore's house at the dinner table.
Olga: Mr. Danes, how is your salad?
Luke: Fine, thank you.
Olga: Is the lettuce--
Lorelai: He said it was fine, you can go now.
Emily: Thank you, Olga. (Olga leaves) Well, that was quite rude, Lorelai.
Lorelai: So, Dad, how's retirement?
Richard: Same as it was 10 minutes ago.
Lorelai: Right.
Richard: So, Luke, who takes care of the diner while you're away?
Luke: My nephew, Jess.
Emily: Isn't that nice.
Richard: Is he old enough to be there alone?
Luke: Well, he's 18, I trust him.
Richard: 18 is a finicky age, not all 18 year old males can be trusted.
Lorelai: Jess is fine, Dad. He knows the diner well. He's the same age as Rory.
Emily: So, have you heard from Rory recently?
Lorelai: Yes, mom, she's having a great time with her friend.
Emily: She's not with that boy of hers is she?
Richard: Heavens, no. Lorelai—
Lorelai: DAD! No, she's not with Dean, she's with Lane. And you know what, if she was with Dean…that's not imp— I trust my daughter. (Whispers to Luke) Not that I wouldn't have to kill Dean…
Luke: (whispers back) I'd save you the time, I'd get to him first.
Lorelai: (whispers) He'd never stand a chance, not after we saw our movie the
other night.
Luke and Lorelai smile.
Emily: Are we interrupting something? It's very rude to whisper at a dinner table, you would think you were raised in a barn.
Lorelai: Not a barn, just a—
Luke jabs Lorelai.
Luke: Emily this is delicious. Thank you for letting me join you for dinner.
Emily: It was nice having you here. Under the circumstances though, it was quite a surprise. (shoots Lorelai a look) Seeing as how we weren't aware that you were coming. It might be nice, Lorelai, if next time you informed us when you would be bringing a guest to our family dinners.
Lorelai: Well mom, Luke does feed us everyday, so I think he could be considered family.
Emily: He's not family unless you marry him.
Lorelai: Marriage, huh… So then is Christopher family? To you he is. I never married him. But I had his kid, and then ten years later you're all buddy-buddy with him. But not me. Me who really is family. I guess for Luke to be family I don't really have to marry him then, right? I just have to have his kid.
Emily: Lorelai! I can't believe you.
Lorelai: Mother, I'm sick of you talking down to me and my friends.
Emily: How dare you talk to me this way. I ought to kick you out.
Lorelai: Please do. It'll save me the trouble of climbing out the window. I
wouldn't want to get a run in my new pantyhose.
Emily: Lore—
Lorelai: On second thought, maybe we should climb out the window. Maybe go to my balcony. We could settle the whole 'family' issue once and for all.
Luke: Huh?
Richard: So, Luke, approximately how many customers do you get in the diner per day?
Luke: Depends on the day… And if someone comes in seven times in one day, do I count them seven times or just once?
Richard: Who would go to a diner seven times in one day?
Lorelai: There's nothing wrong with enjoying the small town atmosphere in a small town diner. You two wouldn't know about that though.
Emily: Lorelai, are you saying that you go to this man's diner over half a dozen times a day?
Lorelai: Not everyday.
Luke: Once she was in thirteen times.
Lorelai: Yeah, you're really helping, Diner-man.
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! We could go into details as to why, but despite the busyness of our lives, they're really kinda boring. Now, on with the show.
PART FIFTEEN
Cut to Rory and Lane exiting the restaurant.
1 Rory: That was SO good.
Lane: Yeah, I just hope we tipped enough.
Rory: Me too, that waiter did give us a weird look as we were leaving, not necessarily a BAD weird look, or a good one for that matter, just…weird.
Lane: Maybe he saw that your purse is about three times the size that it was when we went in.
Rory: It is not three times the size.
Lane: Sure… so, what next? What about that band we were looking for?
Rory: Well, the waiter was no help whatsoever, he just looked at us as if we should have been eating off the kiddie menu.
Lane: Speaking of which, he did seem to more than slightly resemble Jack, didn't he?
Rory: Huh?
Lane: You know, Jack. Overly gay guy from Will and Grace?
Rory: I thought that was Will.
Lane: Yeah but…never mind. Where to next?
Rory: Oh. Maybe I should call my mom. Tonight's dinner with Grandma and Grandpa, she's probably attempting suicide as we speak. And without me there, who knows how many different scenes from the exorcist could be reenacted this very evening.
Cut to The Gilmore's house at the dinner table.
Olga: Mr. Danes, how is your salad?
Luke: Fine, thank you.
Olga: Is the lettuce--
Lorelai: He said it was fine, you can go now.
Emily: Thank you, Olga. (Olga leaves) Well, that was quite rude, Lorelai.
Lorelai: So, Dad, how's retirement?
Richard: Same as it was 10 minutes ago.
Lorelai: Right.
Richard: So, Luke, who takes care of the diner while you're away?
Luke: My nephew, Jess.
Emily: Isn't that nice.
Richard: Is he old enough to be there alone?
Luke: Well, he's 18, I trust him.
Richard: 18 is a finicky age, not all 18 year old males can be trusted.
Lorelai: Jess is fine, Dad. He knows the diner well. He's the same age as Rory.
Emily: So, have you heard from Rory recently?
Lorelai: Yes, mom, she's having a great time with her friend.
Emily: She's not with that boy of hers is she?
Richard: Heavens, no. Lorelai—
Lorelai: DAD! No, she's not with Dean, she's with Lane. And you know what, if she was with Dean…that's not imp— I trust my daughter. (Whispers to Luke) Not that I wouldn't have to kill Dean…
Luke: (whispers back) I'd save you the time, I'd get to him first.
Lorelai: (whispers) He'd never stand a chance, not after we saw our movie the
other night.
Luke and Lorelai smile.
Emily: Are we interrupting something? It's very rude to whisper at a dinner table, you would think you were raised in a barn.
Lorelai: Not a barn, just a—
Luke jabs Lorelai.
Luke: Emily this is delicious. Thank you for letting me join you for dinner.
Emily: It was nice having you here. Under the circumstances though, it was quite a surprise. (shoots Lorelai a look) Seeing as how we weren't aware that you were coming. It might be nice, Lorelai, if next time you informed us when you would be bringing a guest to our family dinners.
Lorelai: Well mom, Luke does feed us everyday, so I think he could be considered family.
Emily: He's not family unless you marry him.
Lorelai: Marriage, huh… So then is Christopher family? To you he is. I never married him. But I had his kid, and then ten years later you're all buddy-buddy with him. But not me. Me who really is family. I guess for Luke to be family I don't really have to marry him then, right? I just have to have his kid.
Emily: Lorelai! I can't believe you.
Lorelai: Mother, I'm sick of you talking down to me and my friends.
Emily: How dare you talk to me this way. I ought to kick you out.
Lorelai: Please do. It'll save me the trouble of climbing out the window. I
wouldn't want to get a run in my new pantyhose.
Emily: Lore—
Lorelai: On second thought, maybe we should climb out the window. Maybe go to my balcony. We could settle the whole 'family' issue once and for all.
Luke: Huh?
Richard: So, Luke, approximately how many customers do you get in the diner per day?
Luke: Depends on the day… And if someone comes in seven times in one day, do I count them seven times or just once?
Richard: Who would go to a diner seven times in one day?
Lorelai: There's nothing wrong with enjoying the small town atmosphere in a small town diner. You two wouldn't know about that though.
Emily: Lorelai, are you saying that you go to this man's diner over half a dozen times a day?
Lorelai: Not everyday.
Luke: Once she was in thirteen times.
Lorelai: Yeah, you're really helping, Diner-man.