CUT TO LUKE’S DINER
[Rory and Dean are at a table eating breakfast.]
RORY: How are your pancakes?
CUT TO INDEPENDENCE INN
[Before the wedding, people are mingling in the yard.]
MICHEL: The linen closet’s the third door on the right.
DEAN: Good.
RORY: Good or really good?
DEAN: Good.
RORY: So, not really good?
DEAN: Fine, really good.
RORY: Okay. But are they great?
DEAN: Rory, uh, would you perhaps like to trade breakfasts?
RORY: You mean, your pancakes for my eggs?
DEAN: Yup.
RORY: Um, okay. Wow, you’re crazy, these pancakes are great.
[Lorelai walks by the window outside]
DEAN: That’s twelve.
RORY: Mm, two more and she’ll come in.
DEAN: I don’t know. She’s been walking back and forth out there for twenty minutes and she still hasn’t made it to the door.
RORY: Yeah, but look how much closer to the building she’s gotten.
DEAN: Why don’t we just bring her something out?
RORY: No. She and Luke have been in this fight for too long, she’s gotta do this.
DEAN: You’re cruel.
RORY: Tough love, baby. Oops, I think she’s coming in.
DEAN: How can you tell?
RORY: She’s got shoe sale face on.
[Lorelai walks in and sits down]
LORELAI: Okay, I did it, I’m in.
RORY: Good girl.
LORELAI: It wasn’t so bad. Took awhile, but not so bad. Wait, why are you eating?
RORY: You took thirty minutes to come in.
LORELAI: But I’m here now and hey, I’m like cheese.
DEAN: What?
RORY: She gets better with time.
DEAN: Ah.
RORY: Sorry gouda, we’ve got school.
LORELAI: But –
RORY: Order breakfast and I’ll leave you the paper.
LORELAI: No, but –
RORY: I’ll see you tonight.
LORELAI: Dean, don’t leave me.
RORY: You’ll do fine. You’ll do fine.
[Rory and Dean leave]
[Rory watches Babette and Patty sing at the piano.]
DEAN: Hey you.
RORY: Hey. You look nice.
DEAN: Thank you. You look beautiful.
RORY: Thank you.
DEAN: So, uh, how many cocktails caused that?
RORY: Oh, they haven’t had any cocktails yet.
DEAN: Really?
RORY: Oh yeah. When they start having cocktails, we’re gonna have to hide you.
DEAN: I’m looking forward to that. [his cell phone rings] Huh, I’m not sure who’d be calling me now. Hello?
PARIS: Dean?
DEAN: Who is this?
PARIS: It’s Paris. I need to talk to Rory.
DEAN: Uh, sure, hold on. [hands phone to Rory] It’s Paris.
RORY: What? [on phone] Hello?
PARIS: We’ve got the band!
RORY: What?
PARIS: We got the band! I knew we had most of the academic clubs tied up, but band – they were the wild
card ‘cause believe me, if anybody’s going to be truly scared of me, it’s some artsy loser with a tuba wrapped around his neck.
RORY: Paris, how did you get this number?
PARIS: Oh, relax. I won’t call you on Prince William’s precious phone again. I just wanted you to know that
we did it, we’re in, welcome to the show. [hangs up]
RORY: I think we won.
DEAN: Wow. Uh, that’s great.
RORY: Yeah.
DEAN: So I guess this means you’ll be spending the summer in Washington.
RORY: Oh, nothing’s decided yet, believe me. Let me do a little research and then I’ll figure something out.
DEAN: Good.
LORELAI: Hey.
RORY: Hey.
LORELAI: You know what’s really great about being a grown up? This. [holds up drink]
RORY: Well, thanks for the life lesson.
LORELAI: You’re welcome. Dean, you clean up really nicely.
DEAN: Uh, thank you.
LORELAI: You know, we’re gonna have to hide him from Patty and Babette once they hit the hooch.
RORY: Already told him.
LORELAI: Okay, well, I gotta check on some things. See you guys later.
RORY: Bye.