my heart is falling out of my body. i'm petrified by submissions.


LORELAI: Mom said the summer clothing lines are out. Want to go shopping? We haven't done that in ages.

RORY: But we're both totally skint.

LORELAI: Huh? We're what?

RORY: We're skint -- broke. It's British.

LORELAI: Oh man, you've learned to speak British. I didn't even know about it.

RORY: You know what I mean.

LORELAI: So we won't buy anything. We'll just window-shop.

RORY: That could be fun.

LORELAI: It'll be like we're in an old movie, y'know? Walking around, window-shopping like Roz Russell and Ava Gardner on Fifth Avenue.

RORY: I'm with you.

LORELAI: Meet me at the inn, 10:00?

RORY: But it's been so long. How will we recognize each other?

LORELAI: We'll wear a rose in our lapels.

RORY: Or dangling from my nose ring.

LORELAI: You're kidding about that, right?

RORY: I'm leaving you in suspense.

LORELAI: Tomorrow at 10:00, Roz darling?

RORY: Till tomorrow, Ava dearest.