Loads and loads of picspams about Gilmore Girls. I started this blog so i wouldn't be annoying my other followers <3
Generally these picspams are in chronological order, from pilot to finale.
(Lane leaves. Rory walks into the store and watches Dean. He looks over and waves when he sees her. Rory ducks into an aisle and walks to the back of the store where Miss Patty is.)
MISS PATTY: Rory! Hello! Try a plum They’re better than sex.
RORY: Um, no, thanks.
MISS PATTY: Fresh fruit always has such a sensuality about it. Are you too young for this?
RORY: Definitely.
MISS PATTY: Well what are you here for honey?
RORY: Oh well, I just —
(Rory looks over at Dean.)
MISS PATTY: Oh, I see what you’re here for. Well that wouldn’t fit in a basket. No no no no no!
(Rory and Lane resume walking down the street. Rory spots Dean in the grocery store where he is working.)
RORY: Oh wow! The store! Hey, listen, I have to pick up some stuff, so —
LANE: What do you have to pick up?
RORY: Just some…stuff. So I’ll talk to you later tonight.
LANE: I’ll go in with you.
RORY: Why?
LANE: Because otherwise I’d have to go home.
RORY: Home is good.
LANE: My home?
RORY: Yeah, actually I don’t have to go in.
LANE: OK. Then I guess I will go home.
RORY: Great! Go, bye.
LANE: Bye…freak.
LORELAI: I’m going to be in town tomorrow because I take a class at Hartford State and there’s a coffee shop across the street that I sometimes, almost all the time, go to around 4:00 and usually exactly 4:12. I could not stop a person from entering said establishment around that time, nor would I avoid them if I knew them if they did.
MR. MEDINA: You know the wordsmith thing — that’s something we have in common.
LORELAI: See you around, Max.
MR. MEDINA: Indeed. You will.
LORELAI: Mm. Well, uh, I don’t want to go out on a limb here, but I’m guessing if the headmaster won’t let a kid be thirty seconds late for a test he’d probably frown on a teacher dating a mom.
MR. MEDINA: I do my job well, I’m dedicated to my students, and there’s nothing in the Chilton book of ethics that prohibits it.
LORELAI: Yeah but I’m guessing it’s sort of an unwritten rule.
MR. MEDINA: Do you want to go?
LORELAI: And Rory would probably freak at the thought.
MR. MEDINA: Do you want to go?
LORELAI: And the other parents would have a field day with this kind of thing.
MR. MEDINA: Do you want to go?
LORELAI: Yes.
MR. MEDINA: Good.
LORELAI: Wait.
MR. MEDINA: What?
LORELAI: No.
MR. MEDINA: Why?
LORELAI: I can’t. It’s wrong. It’s weird.
MR. MEDINA: I’ll pay.
LORELAI: You’re on.
MR. MEDINA: Really?
LORELAI: I’m kidding. I don’t know. You’re Rory’s teacher.
MR. MEDINA: I know.
LORELAI: Could you quit? Right, that’s crazy.
MR. MEDINA: OK, OK. Um…how about coffee? You like coffee?
LORELAI: Only with my oxygen.
MAN: Bonjour Monsieur. Vous êtes francais? Vous parlez francais?
MICHEL: No, sorry.
MAN: Parlez vous fracais?
MICHEL: Sir, I’m just a simple country boy from Texas. I do not understand this francais business you’re babbling about.
LORELAI: Pardon
(Lorelai pulls Michel aside.)
LORELAI: He knows you’re not from Texas.
MICHEL: Smile when you say that.
LORELAI: Michel, I told you there was going to be a French group here for a couple of days and it is your job to keep them happy.
MICHEL: Lorelai, I don’t know how many French people you’ve met over the years, but most of them are insufferable.
LORELAI: Really?
MICHEL: Mm-hm. That is why I left France.
LORELAI: Huh. I thought it had something to do with the torches and the villagers. Michel, talk to them.
MICHEL: Never. (pause) You are giving me that look aren’t you? Your patented, “Do it or something unspeakable shall befall you” look. (sighs) Fine. I shall be French but I shall not be happy.
LORELAI: Then you will be yourself. Good choice.
DEAN: Hey.
(Rory screeches.)
DEAN: Good book?
RORY: I don’t know yet.
DEAN: I saw you standing in line so I thought I’d say hello. (pause) Hello?
RORY: Hello.
DEAN: Oh, hey, uh, thanks for helping me get the job at the store. I mean it’s not a career or anything but it’s got me solvent.
RORY: Solvent’s good.
DEAN: Yeah, uh, are you always this serious?
RORY: No.
DEAN: So, uh, how long does it take you to get to school?
RORY: Um…forty minutes if the bus driver’s focused but longer if he’s trying to win something on the radio. Hey, this bus is going to Hartford!
DEAN: Yeah, I know.
RORY: But you go to school here. You have to get off the bus! (calls to driver) Hey, he has to get off the bus!
DEAN: Wait. You’re forgetting something.
(Bus stops.)
DEAN: Buses make stops. Good-bye Lorelai Gilmore.
LORELAI: (to Lane) Where does your mother think you are?
(Lane turns off the music.)
LANE: Oh, on a park bench contemplating the reunification of the two Koreas.
LORELAI: Not here, skanking to Rancid?
LANE: Wouldn’t be included.
EMILY: Fine. (pauses) Oh wait — Rudolph Gottfried.
LORELAI: Another cousin?
EMILY: No, a Nazi that we knew. I’d forgotten. We stayed with him once in Munich. Nice old man. Interesting stories.
LORELAI: Mom you socialized with a Nazi? That’s despicable! That’s heinous!
EMILY: No, dear, that was a joke.
(Rory laughs.)
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Lorelai: (drunk, giving a speech at Lane’s wedding) Hello. Some of you know me as Lorelai Gilmore, and some of me know me as Cher, but either way, I wanted to say a few words about our girl. I’ve known Lane forever, and I’m just so incredibly happy that she has gotten married. I mean, I am just so happy that this adorable 22-year-old girl has gotten married, because it’s amazing, you know? It’s really hard to get married. Believe me, I should know. I mean, seriously, because Lane is married, and next thing, it’ll be my daughter, and then my granddaughter, but not me. I’m not getting married. No, it ain’t for me. It’s not in the cards. But hey, do you know what date I’m not getting married? June 3. Do not save the date. Do you hear me? Do whatever you want on June 3, because there’s nothing at all going on that day. If there’s anything you need to book, it’s totally safe to book it on June 3, So congratulations, Lane and Zack. Who else here had eight shots of tequila, huh? Hands? Nobody? Hmm. Oh, God, who misses the yummy bartenders? I know, me too, they’re so great. I was gonna ask them to not work on June 3, on my not wedding day. I just thought that would be so fun.Gilmore Girls - 6.19 | I’ll Get a Sidekick Out of You
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