[Lore-01]

Title: Partings

RORY: oh, that's another good one.

LOGAN: No, it's not.

RORY: Hold it.

LOGAN: Yo, Alfred Stieglitz, stop with the pictures.

RORY: I prefer Cartier-Bresson.

LOGAN: I don't even know why I'm doing this. Why am I doing this whole cap-and-gown thing?
RORY: Because the graduation ceremony is not only for the graduate. It's for the loved ones, too. We talked about this.
LOGAN: No, you talked, and I disagreed.
RORY: Then I ruled, and that's that.
LOGAN: I'm taking that Stalin biography away from you.

KIRK: Some big-time music manager was limo-ing through town, and he caught one of the troubadour's songs, gave him an opening slot on Neil Young's tour.
TAYLOR: Who's Neil Young?
KIRK: One of the Monkees. Anyway I'm guessing when word hit the east coast troubadour community, every one of them thought to come to stars hollow for their shot at the big time.
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KIRK: Oh, yes, our wandering musical storytellers. It's an honored American tradition going back to the puritans. Gierke Schoonhoven delighted his fellow pilgrims with his timely songs. His most popular was "a beaver ate my thumb." It was quite catchy. I wonder if Neil still does "Last Train to Clarksville." I love that song.

[SIZE=2]TAYLOR: It won't take long. Please, people, your attention! I would just like to say that there is no bigger fan of music than the man standing before you. No memory is more precious to me than the one of my father taking me to the Hartford civic auditorium to see the great Pat Boone. But you, my friends, do not have the talent of Pat Boone. And if you insist on loitering and playing your hippie doo-wop music to the obvious detriment of the mercantile interests of this town, our authorities will forcibly remove you… with water hoses and canine units if necessary! Thank you for your time, and, uh... goodbye.
TROUBADOUR3: [She Picks up her stuff and moves on] Can you say "BTK"?

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