[cut to Rory in the back looking at baskets. Dean walks up to her]
CUT TO FRONT OF STARS HOLLOW LIBRARY
[Several tables and racks of books are set up for the Buy a Book Fundraiser. Dean is sitting on the steps of the library as Rory walks over with some books.]
RORY: Inherit the Wind, seventy-five cents.
DEAN: Great.
RORY: Now, here’s a copy of Rilke's Letters to a Young Poet – which I already have, but in hardback. This is a paperback –
fits perfectly in a coat pocket and it’s only a dollar. I’m torn. Opinions?
DEAN: Get it.
RORY: You look bored.
DEAN: I’m fine.
RORY: You sure you don’t wanna look around? They have great stuff here.
DEAN: I looked.
RORY: For five minutes.
DEAN: No, I looked for twenty minutes and then I stopped and you continued for another two hours.
RORY: It has not been that long. Oh, sorry.
DEAN: No big deal.
RORY: Let’s go.
DEAN: Are you done?
RORY: Yup, I’ve looked enough.
DEAN: You’re not done.
RORY: No, I’m fine, really. Let’s go.
DEAN: Rory, stop it. You wanna keep looking, I know you.
RORY: No, I wanna hang out with you.
DEAN: Are you sure?
RORY: Yes, I’ll just pay for these and then we can go.
DEAN: I thought maybe we can go see The Lord of the Rings again.
RORY: Oh, okay.
DEAN: What?
RORY: Nothing.
DEAN: Well, I thought you loved The Lord of the Rings.
RORY: I do.
DEAN: You said you wanted to see it a hundred times.
RORY: Yes, and apparently we’re being very literal these days.
DEAN: Fine, we’ll see something else.
RORY: Lord of the Rings is fine. Can you help me with these?
[They walk to the cash register]
KIRK: I’ll give you fifty-five cents.
GYPSY: It’s sixty-five.
KIRK: Fifty-five cents.
GYPSY: Kirk, it’s for charity. There’s no haggling.
KIRK: Oh no, there’s always haggling. Sixty cents.
GYPSY: No.
KIRK: That’s my final offer.
GYPSY: I’m sorry, I can’t.
KIRK: Fine.
GYPSY: Kirk, come on.
KIRK: No.
GYPSY: Cough up another nickel.
KIRK: Forget it – it’s the principal of the thing. [walks away]
GYPSY: Wow, you made out like a bandit.
RORY: Well, you’ve got great stuff this year.
GYPSY: Hey, did you see the astronomy section over there?
RORY: Oh, yeah.
GYPSY: Didn’t find anything?
RORY: Nope.
DEAN: Wait, I didn’t see you look over there.
RORY: Well, I did.
DEAN: Go look.
RORY: I told you I’m done.
DEAN: Hey, where. . . where’s your bracelet?
RORY: What?
DEAN: You’re not wearing your bracelet.
RORY: Oh.
DEAN: Where is it?
RORY: I took it off.
DEAN: Why?
RORY: Well, because I got this weird rash on my wrist.
DEAN: From the bracelet?
RORY: Oh no, just a fluke thing. Actually, I think my Spanish midterm gave it to me.
DEAN: Oh.
RORY: But it’s getting better – it’s almost gone.
DEAN: Well, good.
RORY: And as soon as it’s completely gone, that bracelet goes right back on.
DEAN: So, uh, compromise.
RORY: What?
DEAN: You go look at the astronomy section, we’ll go see Lord of the Rings, and on the way home we’ll rent Autumn in New York and mock it for the rest of the afternoon.
RORY: With full-on impressions?
DEAN: With full-on impressions.
RORY: Deal.
DEAN: Go, I’ll wait here. Smiling, not at all bored.
KIRK: Sixty-two cents.
GYPSY: Get out of here Kirk.
KIRK: Damn.