Picspam: Lorelai's proposal
I've done it for the challenge of the month at picspammy: Scenes and sequences
LORELAI [quietly]: Rory dropped out of Yale.
LUKE: What?
LORELAI: She dropped out of Yale and she moved in with my parents, who I
went to for help, and they stabbed me in the back. Everything we worked for.
All these years. Her whole future. She was supposed to have more than me.
She was supposed to have everything. That was the plan. We had a plan.
LUKE: Okay, I’m sorry. I have to jump in here. Uh, I know you think you have
this thing handled, but I can help. First off, we call Yale and we tell them
something like, uh, Rory had a chemical imbalance and she was mentally out
of her mind when she told them she was dropping out. And then we get her out
of your parents house whatever way we can. We lock her up in her room with
you, because you can talk anybody into anything. And if worse comes to
worst, we will drive her to school every day and we will follow her to class
and camp out there to make sure she goes. I’ll take morning classes, you
take afternoon classes, or the other way around, if it works out better for
your schedule. And I know there’s a few kinks to work out, the kidnapping
thing might be a little problematic but either way, she is not quitting
school. This was her dream. I am not going to let this happen.
[He takes a deep breath. Lorelai is gazing at him.]
LUKE: What?
LORELAI: Luke, will you marry me?
LUKE: What?
LORELAI: Luke. Will you -
LUKE: Yes.
LORELAI: Well, you don't have to answer so -
LUKE: Yes.
LORELAI: Well, you can take a minute to -
LUKE: No.
LORELAI [takes a deep breath]: So, what.... now?
LUKE: I don't know. This is new for me.
LORELAI: Well, we should do something. Official.
LUKE: Official.
LORELAI: Yeah. Something to commemorate the moment. I mean, we're getting married. Luke. Married. You and me. Luke table-for-one Danes and Lorelai I'm-sorry-can-I-get-an-industrial-forklift-for-my-emotional-baggage Gilmore are getting - married. Huh?
LUKE: We could toast.
LORELAI: Toast! Yes. Toast! Good. What'll we toast with?
LUKE: Uh - [He walks around the counter to look for a beverage.]
LORELAI: I mean, I know you won't have champagne, but maybe some wine or beer or something?
LUKE [from the kitchen]: Nothing, I've got nothing!
LORELAI: No, you must have something!
LUKE [OS]: Grapefruit juice and worcestershire sauce.
LORELAI: Neither sounds very festive.
LUKE [emerging from the kitchen]: I could cut it with some festive ketchup.
LORELAI: No, we need something sparkly. [She thinks for a moment.] Come on.
[She grabs his hand and pulls him toward the door.]
LUKE: Huh? Where are we going?
LORELAI: To Funkytown.
LUKE: No, hey, wait!
[They stop.]
LORELAI: What? Did you change your mind? Oh, how did I screw it up so fast? Was the Funkytown thing too quippy, 'cause I thought you liked that about me, but -
LUKE: No, the Funkytown thing was fine. I just - [He sighs] - Are you sure you want to celebrate now? I mean, a minute ago, when you came in here -
LORELAI: I just want to be happy right now. Okay?
LUKE [nods]: Okay.
LORELAI: Good. Now, come on!
LUKE: Where are we going?
LUKE [looking in the window]: It's closed.
LORELAI: Ugh. Small-town hours. I hate small-town hours! As soon as we get married we have to move.
TAYLOR: Hey, you two, what are you doing there?
LORELAI: Taylor? Great, we need to get in!
TAYLOR: We open at six tomorrow.
LORELAI: Okay, Taylor, listen. You're going to be the first one to hear the big news.
TAYLOR: Do I have to hear it now? I have so many things to -
LORELAI: Luke and I are engaged.
TAYLOR: You are?
LORELAI: As of just a few minutes ago.
TAYLOR: Well, what do you know? I thought there was a better chance of all four of the Beatles getting back together than you two ever calming down long enough to get engaged!
LORELAI: Yeah, well, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, right?
LUKE: Can you just open this door, Taylor?
TAYLOR: Well, what do you need in the store?
LORELAI: We need something to toast this moment with.
TAYLOR: Something alcoholic?
LORELAI: Yes.
[...]
LORELAI [finds the champagne]: Oh. Taylor, it's five ninety-nine.
TAYLOR: It's inexpensive, yes, but you'll still get a buzz.
LORELAI: Luke, did you find anything yet?
LUKE: Nothing. No wine, no beer, no cooking sherry. It's like Dylan Thomas just blew through town.
TAYLOR: I'm sorry, these bikers wiped me out. They may look like health nuts but they knock it back.
LORELAI: Oh, Taylor, you have to have something!
TAYLOR: Lorelai, I'm sorry, but - oh, wait a minute! I think I have a case of Zima in the back.
[Taylor goes into the back room to find it.]
LORELAI: Really? [She does a little dance.] Luke! He's got Zima in the back, he's got Zima in the back!
TAYLOR [carrying the case, brushing dust off the top]: Yep. Babette had me stocking it for a while. I was using it as a stepstool but I'm sure it's okay.
LORELAI: We'll take it!
LUKE: Let's just drive to Woodbridge. They have a Liquor Barn there.
LORELAI: No, I don't want to drive all the way to Woodbridge! I want to celebrate now.
LUKE: But men aren't supposed to drink Zima.
LORELAI: Pay the man.
TAYLOR: You can forget the tax. Consider it an engagement present.
LORELAI: Thank you, Taylor! [To Luke] Come on, get the Zima.
[Luke pays Taylor and takes the box. They leave the store.]
LUKE [to Lorelai]: Where are you going?
LORELAI: I know the perfect toasting place.
LUKE: Far?
LORELAI: Which one of us is not getting into the romantic spirit?
LUKE: The one with a caseful of chick beer under his arm.
LORELAI: Here.
LUKE: Right here?
LORELAI: Right here.
LUKE: Okay. [He sets down the box and takes two bottles out of it.]
LORELAI: Okay, so... here's to us.
LUKE: To us.
[...]
LORELAI: Okay. I believe we were right about - there.
[They clink their bottles together and drink. Luke puts his arm around Lorelai's waist.]
LORELAI: Really? [Luke nods.] You're going to kiss me now? [Luke nods again.] So incredibly predictable.
[They kiss.]
La la la la la
Please don't use these for any kind of graphics, they took me too long to color ;) And pretty please, don't hotlink.
LORELAI [quietly]: Rory dropped out of Yale.
LUKE: What?
LORELAI: She dropped out of Yale and she moved in with my parents, who I
went to for help, and they stabbed me in the back. Everything we worked for.
All these years. Her whole future. She was supposed to have more than me.
She was supposed to have everything. That was the plan. We had a plan.
LUKE: Okay, I’m sorry. I have to jump in here. Uh, I know you think you have
this thing handled, but I can help. First off, we call Yale and we tell them
something like, uh, Rory had a chemical imbalance and she was mentally out
of her mind when she told them she was dropping out. And then we get her out
of your parents house whatever way we can. We lock her up in her room with
you, because you can talk anybody into anything. And if worse comes to
worst, we will drive her to school every day and we will follow her to class
and camp out there to make sure she goes. I’ll take morning classes, you
take afternoon classes, or the other way around, if it works out better for
your schedule. And I know there’s a few kinks to work out, the kidnapping
thing might be a little problematic but either way, she is not quitting
school. This was her dream. I am not going to let this happen.
[He takes a deep breath. Lorelai is gazing at him.]
LUKE: What?
LORELAI: Luke, will you marry me?
LUKE: What?
LORELAI: Luke. Will you -
LUKE: Yes.
LORELAI: Well, you don't have to answer so -
LUKE: Yes.
LORELAI: Well, you can take a minute to -
LUKE: No.
LORELAI [takes a deep breath]: So, what.... now?
LUKE: I don't know. This is new for me.
LORELAI: Well, we should do something. Official.
LUKE: Official.
LORELAI: Yeah. Something to commemorate the moment. I mean, we're getting married. Luke. Married. You and me. Luke table-for-one Danes and Lorelai I'm-sorry-can-I-get-an-industrial-forklift-for-my-emotional-baggage Gilmore are getting - married. Huh?
LUKE: We could toast.
LORELAI: Toast! Yes. Toast! Good. What'll we toast with?
LUKE: Uh - [He walks around the counter to look for a beverage.]
LORELAI: I mean, I know you won't have champagne, but maybe some wine or beer or something?
LUKE [from the kitchen]: Nothing, I've got nothing!
LORELAI: No, you must have something!
LUKE [OS]: Grapefruit juice and worcestershire sauce.
LORELAI: Neither sounds very festive.
LUKE [emerging from the kitchen]: I could cut it with some festive ketchup.
LORELAI: No, we need something sparkly. [She thinks for a moment.] Come on.
[She grabs his hand and pulls him toward the door.]
LUKE: Huh? Where are we going?
LORELAI: To Funkytown.
LUKE: No, hey, wait!
[They stop.]
LORELAI: What? Did you change your mind? Oh, how did I screw it up so fast? Was the Funkytown thing too quippy, 'cause I thought you liked that about me, but -
LUKE: No, the Funkytown thing was fine. I just - [He sighs] - Are you sure you want to celebrate now? I mean, a minute ago, when you came in here -
LORELAI: I just want to be happy right now. Okay?
LUKE [nods]: Okay.
LORELAI: Good. Now, come on!
LUKE: Where are we going?
LUKE [looking in the window]: It's closed.
LORELAI: Ugh. Small-town hours. I hate small-town hours! As soon as we get married we have to move.
TAYLOR: Hey, you two, what are you doing there?
LORELAI: Taylor? Great, we need to get in!
TAYLOR: We open at six tomorrow.
LORELAI: Okay, Taylor, listen. You're going to be the first one to hear the big news.
TAYLOR: Do I have to hear it now? I have so many things to -
LORELAI: Luke and I are engaged.
TAYLOR: You are?
LORELAI: As of just a few minutes ago.
TAYLOR: Well, what do you know? I thought there was a better chance of all four of the Beatles getting back together than you two ever calming down long enough to get engaged!
LORELAI: Yeah, well, wonder of wonders, miracle of miracles, right?
LUKE: Can you just open this door, Taylor?
TAYLOR: Well, what do you need in the store?
LORELAI: We need something to toast this moment with.
TAYLOR: Something alcoholic?
LORELAI: Yes.
[...]
LORELAI [finds the champagne]: Oh. Taylor, it's five ninety-nine.
TAYLOR: It's inexpensive, yes, but you'll still get a buzz.
LORELAI: Luke, did you find anything yet?
LUKE: Nothing. No wine, no beer, no cooking sherry. It's like Dylan Thomas just blew through town.
TAYLOR: I'm sorry, these bikers wiped me out. They may look like health nuts but they knock it back.
LORELAI: Oh, Taylor, you have to have something!
TAYLOR: Lorelai, I'm sorry, but - oh, wait a minute! I think I have a case of Zima in the back.
[Taylor goes into the back room to find it.]
LORELAI: Really? [She does a little dance.] Luke! He's got Zima in the back, he's got Zima in the back!
TAYLOR [carrying the case, brushing dust off the top]: Yep. Babette had me stocking it for a while. I was using it as a stepstool but I'm sure it's okay.
LORELAI: We'll take it!
LUKE: Let's just drive to Woodbridge. They have a Liquor Barn there.
LORELAI: No, I don't want to drive all the way to Woodbridge! I want to celebrate now.
LUKE: But men aren't supposed to drink Zima.
LORELAI: Pay the man.
TAYLOR: You can forget the tax. Consider it an engagement present.
LORELAI: Thank you, Taylor! [To Luke] Come on, get the Zima.
[Luke pays Taylor and takes the box. They leave the store.]
LUKE [to Lorelai]: Where are you going?
LORELAI: I know the perfect toasting place.
LUKE: Far?
LORELAI: Which one of us is not getting into the romantic spirit?
LUKE: The one with a caseful of chick beer under his arm.
LORELAI: Here.
LUKE: Right here?
LORELAI: Right here.
LUKE: Okay. [He sets down the box and takes two bottles out of it.]
LORELAI: Okay, so... here's to us.
LUKE: To us.
[...]
LORELAI: Okay. I believe we were right about - there.
[They clink their bottles together and drink. Luke puts his arm around Lorelai's waist.]
LORELAI: Really? [Luke nods.] You're going to kiss me now? [Luke nods again.] So incredibly predictable.
[They kiss.]
La la la la la
Please don't use these for any kind of graphics, they took me too long to color ;) And pretty please, don't hotlink.