31.10.2016, 18:55
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noch welche aus 1.9
noch welche aus 1.9
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RORY: He's not my boyfriend.
LANE: Really?
RORY:No.
LANE: What is he then?
RORY: He's my...gentleman caller.
DEAN: So, uh, what are you reading?
RORY: The Portable Dorothy Parker.
(She shows him the book.)
DEAN: (reading) 'There's little in taking or giving. There's little in water or wine. This living, this living, this living, Was never a project of mine.' Cheery.
RORY: Trust me, I'll hate it. It'll be stuffy and boring, the music will suck and since none of the kids at school like me, I'll be stuck in the back listening to 98° watching Tristin and Paris argue over which one of them gets to make me miserable first.
LORELAI: OK. Or it'll be all sparkly and exciting and you'll be standing on the dance floor listening to Tom Waits with some great-looking guy staring at you so hard that you don't even realize that Paris and Tristin have just been eaten by bears.
SOOKIE: OK, I've got Percodan, Vicodin, Darvocet, and, uh...Take this one. It's a muscle relaxer. Very mild, I promise.
PARIS: I don't have enough change.
RORY: Pay me later.
PARIS: What am I, your Versateller? Wait for change. (yells at the boy sitting next to her) I need change! Now! (to Rory) There's no way you're going with someone better than Tristin.
LORELAI: OK, that will be good for six slow dances, four medium ones, one lambada, but if you plan on doing any moshing I suggest another coat.
LORELAI: Mom, I promise. All I ever said to her about dances is that you go, you dance, you have punch, you eat, you take a picture, and then you get auctioned off to a biker gang from Sausalito.
EMILY: Why would you need help up the stairs?
LORELAI: No reason. Rory, let's go, your public awaits!
EMILY: I'll go start some tea. Please tell me you have something besides Lipton.
MADELINE: Rory Gilmore. God, she's got good hair.
LOUISE: Who's the dish?
MADELINE: Beats me.
LOUISE: He's not of the manor born, that's for sure. Let's go.
RORY: He's not my boyfriend.
LANE: Really?
RORY:No.
LANE: What is he then?
RORY: He's my...gentleman caller.
DEAN: So, uh, what are you reading?
RORY: The Portable Dorothy Parker.
(She shows him the book.)
DEAN: (reading) 'There's little in taking or giving. There's little in water or wine. This living, this living, this living, Was never a project of mine.' Cheery.
RORY: Trust me, I'll hate it. It'll be stuffy and boring, the music will suck and since none of the kids at school like me, I'll be stuck in the back listening to 98° watching Tristin and Paris argue over which one of them gets to make me miserable first.
LORELAI: OK. Or it'll be all sparkly and exciting and you'll be standing on the dance floor listening to Tom Waits with some great-looking guy staring at you so hard that you don't even realize that Paris and Tristin have just been eaten by bears.
SOOKIE: OK, I've got Percodan, Vicodin, Darvocet, and, uh...Take this one. It's a muscle relaxer. Very mild, I promise.
PARIS: I don't have enough change.
RORY: Pay me later.
PARIS: What am I, your Versateller? Wait for change. (yells at the boy sitting next to her) I need change! Now! (to Rory) There's no way you're going with someone better than Tristin.
LORELAI: OK, that will be good for six slow dances, four medium ones, one lambada, but if you plan on doing any moshing I suggest another coat.
LORELAI: Mom, I promise. All I ever said to her about dances is that you go, you dance, you have punch, you eat, you take a picture, and then you get auctioned off to a biker gang from Sausalito.
EMILY: Why would you need help up the stairs?
LORELAI: No reason. Rory, let's go, your public awaits!
EMILY: I'll go start some tea. Please tell me you have something besides Lipton.
MADELINE: Rory Gilmore. God, she's got good hair.
LOUISE: Who's the dish?
MADELINE: Beats me.
LOUISE: He's not of the manor born, that's for sure. Let's go.
[SIGPIC][/SIGPIC]
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