The Makings of a "Good Aisle"

<body topmargin=0 leftmargin=0 marginheight=0 marginwidth=0> <table cellpadding=0 cellspacing=0 border=0 height="100%"><tr> <td valign="top" width=200 BGCOLOR="#003399" TEXT="#080000" background="066c8c00erkjxk.jpg"> <bR> </td> <td valign="top" BGCOLOR="#0066CC" TEXT="#080000"> <div> <FONT SIZE="5" COLOR="#99CCFF" FACE="Arial" ><B>Welcome to the Official Narcolept Site!</B></FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FFFF99" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#FFFFFF" FACE="Arial" > </FONT><FONT SIZE="1" COLOR="#CC0000" FACE="Arial" > </FONT>  |     <A HREF="index.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="Welcome to the Official Narcolept Site!"><U>home</U></A></div> <div> <A HREF="id28.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="When they first met!"><U>--When they first met!</U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id31.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="The Bracelet"><U>--The Bracelet</U></A><B>   |   </B><A HREF="id29.htm" TARGET="_top" TITLE="She IS Interested!"><U>--She IS Interested!</U></A><B>   |   </B><B>The Makings of a "Good Aisle"</B></div> <div> The Makings of a "Good Aisle"</div> <div> (Dean walks over to Rory, who is pretending to be interested in cornstarch.) </div> <div> DEAN: You know, you can get two for three bucks. </div> <div> RORY: Oh really? Excellent deal. </div> <div> DEAN: You just had a desperate need for some cornstarch? </div> <div> RORY: Yes. I have very important thickening needs, thank you. Nice apron. </div> <div> DEAN: Nice uniform. </div> <div> RORY: Well, you know, I sewed the buttons on with silver thread so that sets me apart from the crowd. (pause) I guess I should get home. </div> <div> DEAN: Wait a sec. You want a pop or something? </div> <div> RORY: A pop? </div> <div> DEAN: Give me a break. In Chicago they call it pop. </div> <div> RORY: Well in Connecticut we call it free soda. And yes, thank you. </div> <div> (They walk over to the soda. Dean hides two cans behind his back.) </div> <div> DEAN: Alright, guess which is in each hand and you get the soda. </div> <div> RORY: OK, the whole concept a free soda is that it's free, you don't have to work for it. </div> <div> DEAN: Sorry you gotta sing for your supper. </div> <div> RORY: Or your soda. </div> <div> DEAN: Guess. </div> <div> RORY: OK, in this hand you have -- </div> <div> (As Rory reaches for the soda behind Dean's back, Dean leans down and kisses her. When he pulls back, Rory is stunned.) </div> <div> RORY: Thank you. </div> <div> (Rory runs out of the store, down the street, and into Mrs. Kim's antique store.) </div> <div> RORY: Lane? Lane? </div> <div> LANE: What's wrong? </div> <div> RORY: I got kissed! And I shoplifted. (Rory is still holding the box of cornstarch.) </div> <div> LANE: Are you serious? Who kissed you? </div> <div> RORY: Dean. </div> <div> LANE: The new kid? </div> <div> RORY: Yes. </div> <div> LANE: You got the new kid? Oh my God! </div> <div> RORY: It happened so fast. I was just standing there -- </div> <div> LANE: Where? </div> <div> RORY: Doose's Market. </div> <div> LANE: He kissed you in the market? </div> <div> RORY: On aisle three. </div> <div> LANE: By the pest spray? </div> <div> RORY: Yes. </div> <div> LANE: Oh, that's a good aisle. </div> <div> RORY: What defines a good aisle? </div> <div> LANE: An aisle where you get kissed by the new kid is a good aisle. </div> <div> RORY: Oh my God. I can't breathe. </div> <div> LANE: OK, sit down. </div> <div> RORY: No I can't sit down. I'm too -- Oh my God, He kissed me! </div> <div> (Mrs. Kim comes up to the girls.) </div> <div> MRS. KIM: Who kissed you? </div> <div> LANE: The Lord, Mama. </div> <div> MRS. KIM: Oh, OK then. </div> <div> (Mrs. Kim moves away from the girls.) </div> <div> LANE: So? Tell me everything. </div> <div> RORY: So I go into the store and he offers me a soda. And then he puts two behind his back and he asks me to pick one and then he kissed me. </div> <div> LANE: I'm so jealous! That's it, I've got to get some dumb, ugly friends. </div> <div> ***</div> <div> LANE: Hey, was it great? </div> <div> RORY: It was perfect. </div> <div> LANE: Wow. </div> <div> RORY: Yeah. </div> <div> ***</div> <div> LANE: OK, just one more time. </div> <div> RORY: I've been telling you this story for an hour. It doesn't get dirty. </div> <div> LANE: I can't help it. I'm obsessed. I'm totally living vicariously through you. </div> <div> RORY: Why? You got kissed last weekend. Remember? You told me. That guy your parents set you up with. The one with the Lincoln Continental. What's his name? Patrick Cho! </div> <div> LANE: OK, let's do a little compare and contrast here. You get kissed on the mouth by a cute, cool, sexy guy you really like. And I get kissed on the forehead by a theology major in a Members-Only jacket who truly believes that rock music leads to hard drugs. </div> <div> RORY: Fair enough. You can live through me. But just remember that I have no idea what I'm doing. </div> <div> LANE: I'm well aware of that. That's why I've been diligently gathering information for us. </div> <div> RORY: What kind of information? </div> <div> LANE: Well, let's see. Dean's from Chicago, which you know. </div> <div> RORY: I do. </div> <div> LANE: He likes Nick Drake and Liz Phair and the Sugarplastic and he's deathly allergic to walnuts. </div> <div> RORY: Walnuts -- bad. Got it. </div> <div> LANE: Now, he had a girlfriend in Chicago. </div> <div> RORY: A girlfriend? </div> <div> LANE: Her name's Beth and they went out for about a year but they split amicably before he left and now she's dating his cousin. Which he doesn't feel too weird about because he doesn't think they were really in love. </div> <div> RORY: Beth. </div> <div> LANE: I wouldn't worry about it. </div> <div> RORY: How'd you get all this information? </div> <div> LANE: Through his best friend, who, by the way, is really cool. So once you get settled with Dean do you think you could ask him about Todd? </div> <div> RORY: Oh, absolutely. So, Beth, huh? I hate the name Beth. It's so...Beth. </div> <div> LANE: Now, Todd also said that Dean hasn't been able to talk about anything but you for weeks! </div> <bR> <div> later...</div> <bR> <div> LUKE: What are you starin' at? </div> <div> LORELAI: Nothing. Don't look, don't look. </div> <div> LUKE: What is wrong with you today? </div> <div> LORELAI: Rory got kissed. </div> <div> LUKE: What? </div> <div> LORELAI: Rory had her first kiss and that guy did it. </div> <div> LUKE: Ah. </div> <div> LORELAI: Yeah. </div> <div> LUKE: The new kid. </div> <div> LORELAI: Yep. </div> <div> (Luke laughs.) </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh look at him. Look how smug he is. </div> <div> LUKE: He's bagging groceries. It's hard to be smug bagging groceries. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh look how he just handled those lemons. </div> <div> LUKE: What are you talking about? </div> <div> LORELAI: He threw them in the bag. Not tossed them or placed them but threw them like they were nothing to him. </div> <div> LUKE: They're lemons. </div> <div> LORELAI: They're symbolic. </div> <div> LUKE: OK. We need to get you out of here. </div> <div> LORELAI: No. That' Lothario over there has wormed his way into my daughter's heart and mouth and for that he must die! </div> <div> LUKE: That's it, let's go. </div> <div> LORELAI: No. </div> <div> LUKE: You're not going to kill the bag boy. </div> <div> LORELAI: Why not? </div> <div> LUKE: It's double coupon day. You'll bring down the town. </div> <div> ***</div> <div> LORELAI: Want to hear something crazy? </div> <div> LUKE: 'Cause all the talk up until now has been so normal. </div> <div> LORELAI: He kind of looks like Christopher. </div> <div> LUKE: The grocery kid? </div> <div> LORELAI: Yeah. He looks like Christopher. </div> <div> LUKE: And Christopher is Rory's dad? </div> <div> LORELAI: The hair, the build, something about the eyes. He reminds me of Christopher. </div> <bR> <div> later...</div> <bR> <div> LORELAI: So...kissed any good boys lately? </div> <div> RORY: Who...? </div> <div> LORELAI: Mrs. Kim. </div> <div> RORY: (mumbling) Of course. </div> <div> LORELAI: So, he's cute. </div> <div> RORY: Yeah, he is. </div> <div> LORELAI: Can he spell? </div> <div> RORY: He can spell and read. How long have you known? </div> <div> LORELAI: Since this morning. You didn't think you were gonna be able to keep it a secret did you? You were making out in the market. </div> <div> RORY: We weren't making out. It was just one kiss. </div> <bR> <div> later...</div> <bR> <div> LORELAI: Boy, he's tall. That must have been some back-bender, that kiss. </div> <div> RORY: Mom! </div> <div> LORELAI: Make sure you warm up next time. </div> <div> RORY: OK, we are leaving now. </div> <div> LORELAI: Sorry. Done now. He's got great eyes! You got to love a guy with great eyes. </div> <div> RORY: Yeah. </div> <div> LORELAI: And a nice smile. </div> <div> RORY: Very nice. </div> <div> LORELAI: Think we can get him to turn around? </div> <div> ***</div> <div> LORELAI: You're a Wonka fan? </div> <div> DEAN: Yeah. </div> <div> RORY: Um, Dean, this is my mom, Lorelai. Mom, this is Dean. </div> <div> LORELAI: Nice to meet you, Dean. </div> <div> DEAN: Yeah, you too. </div> <div> LORELAI: Nice apron. </div> <div> DEAN: Um...thanks. </div> <div> CASHIER: Forty-one eighty-three. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh, wow. It's expensive to slowly rot your insides isn't it? Here you go. </div> <div> RORY: (taking the bag from Dean) Thank you. </div> <div> DEAN: You're welcome. </div> <div> LORELAI: So, Dean, nice meeting you. Hope to see you again. </div> <div> DEAN: Yeah. </div> <div> (Another employee calls Dean away.) </div> <div> LORELAI: See that wasn't so bad. </div> <div> RORY: You're right. </div> <div> LORELAI: I said nothing embarrassing, nothing stupid. </div> <div> RORY: I appreciate that. </div> <div> LORELAI: So chill out, Supermarket Slut. </div> <div> RORY: See, even a little information in your hands is dangerous. </div> <bR> <div> later...</div> <bR> <div> DEAN: Hey, you forgot your Red Vines. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh, wow! You totally saved the night. Thanks. </div> <div> DEAN: Sure. </div> <div> LORELAI: Hey, what are you doing tonight? </div> <div> DEAN: Me? Uh, well, I don't know. </div> <div> LORELAI: Well, do you want to come over? We're ordering pizza. We've got a movie. The neighborhood's got a pool going to see who falls into a sugar coma first. I'm the favorite. It might be fun. </div> <div> DEAN:Uh, well, um...uh. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh, it's totally casual. I'm sure Rory would love it. </div> <div> DEAN: OK, sure. </div> <div> LORELAI: Yeah? </div> <div> DEAN: Yeah, what time? </div> <div> LORELAI: Seven sound good? </div> <div> DEAN: Sounds fine. </div> <div> LORELAI: Let me give you our address. </div> <div> DEAN: That's OK. I know where you live. </div> <div> LORELAI: Of course you do. So see you tonight. </div> <div> DEAN: Bye. </div> <bR> <div> later...</div> <bR> <div> BABETTE: Oh, he's so cute. </div> <div> LORELAI: Yeah. </div> <div> BABETTE: And that Chuck Heston chin of his. Is he Rory's boyfriend? </div> <div> LORELAI: No, they're just friends. </div> <div> BABETTE: That's not what I heard. Kissing at the market. Gives a whole new meaning to tasting day. </div> <div> LORELAI: OK. I got to get back inside and shower. So I'll talk to you guys later. </div> <div> BABETE: Yeah, have a good evening. And don't forget to invite us to the wedding. Oh won't their kids be gorgeous! </div> <bR> <div> later...</div> <bR> <div> DEAN: So what's in there? </div> <div> RORY: Um, that's my room. </div> <div> DEAN: Really? Can I see it? </div> <div> (Rory hovers in the doorway while Dean looks around her room. He picks up a CD.) </div> <div> DEAN: Wow. Very clean. How much does it suck that they use 'Pink Moon' in a Volkswagen commercial? </div> <div> RORY: Oh, I know. </div> <div> DEAN: So you gonna come in? </div> <div> RORY: Oh, no. I've seen it. </div> <div> DEAN: I mean you look like you're glued to the door there. </div> <div> RORY: No -- I'm just, uh, observing my room from a new perspective. You know, I hardly ever stand here. It's really making me rethink my throw pillows. </div> <div> DEAN: Would you like me to get out of here? </div> <div> RORY: No, I'm fine with you looking around. </div> <div> (Dean picks up a stuffed chicken and laughs.) </div> <div> DEAN: Nice chicken </div> <div> RORY: Or, you know, at least I was. </div> <bR> <div> later...</div> <bR> <div> SOOKIE: Just bringing in the pizza. Hi, I'm Sookie. I'm a friend of Lorela's. </div> <div> DEAN: Hi. </div> <div> SOOKIE: Hi. Nice to meet you, Dean. I mean, not that I knew you were Dean. But you do look like a Dean. Doesn't he look like a Dean? </div> <div> LORELAI: Yeah. Of all the people in this room he looks most like a Dean. Bye Sookie. </div> <bR> <div> later...</div> <bR> <div> LORELAI: Who needs more? </div> <div> RORY: I do. </div> <div> DEAN: Wow. You can eat. </div> <div> RORY: Yes I can. Oh that's bad isn't it? </div> <div> DEAN: No, uh, most girls don't eat. It's good you eat. </div> <div> LORELAI: I'm all for it. </div> <div> RORY: Let's talk about something besides my eating habits, shall we? </div> <div> LORELAI: Oooh -- Oompa Loompas! </div> <div> RORY: My mom has a thing for the Oompa Loompas. </div> <div> LORELAI: I don't think finding them amusing constitutes a thing. </div> <div> RORY: No, but having a recurring dream about marrying one does. </div> <div> LORELAI: Don't even get me started on your Prince Charming crush, OK? At least my obsessions are alive. You have a thing for a cartoon. </div> <div> DEAN: Ooh, Prince Charming, huh? </div> <div> RORY: It was a long time ago. And not the Cinderella one, the Sleeping Beauty one. </div> <div> DEAN: 'Cause he could dance. </div> <div> RORY: Yeah. </div> <div> DEAN: I've got sisters. </div> <div> LORELAI: So, come on, Dean, tell us some of your embarrassing secrets. </div> <div> DEAN: Well, I have no embarrassing secrets. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh, please. </div> <div> RORY: I bet I know one. </div> <div> DEAN: What? </div> <div> RORY: The theme from <I>Ice Castles</I> makes you cry. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh, that's a good one. </div> <div> DEAN: That's not true. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh I've got one. At the end of <I>The Way We Were</I>, you wanted Robert Redford to dump his wife and kid for Barbra Streisand. </div> <div> DEAN: I've never seen <I>The Way We Were</I>. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh! </div> <div> RORY: Are you kidding? </div> <div> LORELAI: What are you waiting for? Heartache, laughter -- </div> <div> RORY: Communism. </div> <div> LORELAI: All in one neat package. </div> <div> DEAN: I'll have to experience that sometime. </div> <div> LORELAI: Next movie night. </div> <div> RORY: It's a plan. </div> <div> ***</div> <div> (Rory tries to get more comfortable. Dean places a pillow behind her back.) </div> <div> RORY: Thank you. </div> <div> (Rory stares at Dean but turns away when he looks over at her.) </div> <div> DEAN: Hey. </div> <div> RORY: I'll be right back. </div> <div> (Cut to the kitchen.) </div> <div> RORY: Mom! </div> <div> LORELAI: What? </div> <div> RORY: What are you doing in here? </div> <div> LORELAI: Trying to find the best bathing suit for my bust size. </div> <div> RORY: Well get back in there! </div> <div> LORELAI: Why? What happened? Did the bag boy try something? </div> <div> RORY: He's sitting in there and he's watching the movie and he's perfect and he smells really good. </div> <div> LORELAI: What? </div> <div> RORY: He smells really good and he looks amazing and I am stupid. I said 'thank you.' </div> <div> LORELAI: Whoa, whoa, whoa. You said 'thank you?' </div> <div> RORY: When he kissed me. </div> <div> LORELAI: He kissed you again? What is he just out of prison or something? </div> <div> RORY: No, not now. Yesterday. At the store. </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh, all right. Strike the prison comment. He kissed you and you said 'thank you?' </div> <div> RORY: Yes. </div> <div> LORELAI: Well that was very polite. </div> <div> RORY: No, it was stupid. And I don't know what I'm doing here. You're sitting in the kitchen. What kind of chaperone are you? </div> <div> LORELAI: Me? I'm not trying to be a chaperone. I'm trying to be a girlfriend. </div> <div> RORY: Well switch gears, 'cause I'm freaking out here! </div> <div> LORELAI: You really like him, don't you? </div> <div> RORY: Yeah. </div> <div> LOREAI: Well, OK, then. Just calm down. </div> <div> RORY: I just don't want to do or say anything else that's gonna be remotely moronic. </div> <div> LORELAI: I'm afraid once your heart is involved it all comes out in Moron. </div> <div> RORY: Just please come back in. </div> <div> LORELAI: OK. Let's go then. </div> <div> RORY: Wait we can't go back in together though because that would be too obvious. </div> <div> LORELAI: All right. OK. I'll go in first and you go to the bathroom. </div> <div> RORY: OK. Good. Tell him I had to wash my face. </div> <div> LORELAI: Yes. 'Cause of all the sugar you ate. </div> <div> RORY: Yes! Good. Very good. </div> <div> LORELAI: OK. </div> <div> (Lorelai sits on the floor beside Dean.) </div> <div> LORELAI: Hi. I'm back. Rory went to wash her face. </div> <div> DEAN: Oh, OK. </div> <div> (They sit in silence for a minute until Lorelai turns the TV off.) </div> <div> LORELAI: Dean. I don't know exactly how to say this, but, um, this is a very different kind of household you walked into tonight. </div> <div> DEAN: Yeah, I know. </div> <div> LORELAI: See...Rory is my daughter. </div> <div> DEAN: (rolling his eyes) Ah...here comes the talk. </div> <div> LORELAI: How about I talk, you listen? Rory is a smart kid. She's never been much for guys so the fact that she likes you means a lot. I don't believe she'd waste her time with some loser. </div> <div> DEAN: But you're watching me. </div> <div> LORELAI: Sweetheart, the whole town is watching you. That girl in there is beloved around here. You hurt her, there's not a safe place within a hundred miles for you to hide. This is a very small, weird place you've moved to. </div> <div> DEAN: I've noticed. </div> <div> LORELAI: So just know all eyes are on you. </div> <div> DEAN: Anything else? </div> <div> LORELAI: She's not going on your motorcycle. </div> <div> DEAN: I don't have a motorcycle. </div> <div> LORELAI: She's not going on your motorcycle. </div> <div> DEAN: Fine, she won't go on my motorcycle. </div> <div> LORELAI: Curfew will be enforced. You will not detract from her schoolwork, and you're going to start handling those lemons better. </div> <div> DEAN: What? </div> <div> LORELAI: Don't interrupt me when I'm speaking. I reserve the right to change, alter, tweak, or add to this list of rules at any given time without any written notice. Am I clear? </div> <div> DEAN: You're clear. </div> <div> LORELAI: Good. </div> <div> DEAN: My turn to speak? </div> <div> LORELAI: Fine, go ahead. </div> <div> DEAN: You can lay on all the rules you want and you can have the whole town spy on me and stare at me and chase me through the streets -- </div> <div> LORELAI: Oh I like the chase you through the streets idea. </div> <div> DEAN: But I'm not going anywhere. </div> <div> LORELAI: Well it's gonna be a short chase then isn't it? </div> <div> DEAN: I need you not to hate me. If you hate me then I don't have a shot in hell with Rory. </div> <div> LORELAI: Rory has her own mind. </div> <div> DEAN: Yeah but you're her best friend and what you think means everything to her and you know that. </div> <div> LORELAI: I wanna like you. 'Cause Rory likes you. </div> <div> DEAN: But you don't. </div> <div> LORELAI: I want to and I usually get what I want. </div> <div> DEAN: Fair enough. </div> <div> (Lorelai turns the TV back on.) </div> <div> DEAN: She's taking a long time on her face. </div> <div> LORELAI: Yeah, well, Rory's a perfectionist. </div> <div> (Cut to the front porch. Rory and Dean are leaning against the railing.) </div> <div> DEAN: Tell your mom thanks for inviting me. </div> <div> RORY: I'm sorry if this was totally weird. I mean with my mom inviting you over and -- </div> <div> DEAN: Hey, no, it was good. Really. </div> <div> RORY: Really? </div> <div> DEAN: Yeah. </div> <div> (They kiss.) </div> <div> DEAN: Thank you. </div> <div> (Dean leaves.) </div> <div> (Cut to Lorelai's bedroom. She's lying on the bed. Rory comes in and lies down next to her.) </div> <div> LORELAI: So that went well. </div> <div> RORY: Yeah, not bad. </div> <div> LORELAI: Did I humiliate you? </div> <div> RORY: I don't know. What did you say to him when I went to the bathroom? </div> <div> LORELAI: That you're pretty. </div> <div> RORY: Liar. </div> <div> LORELAI: Yeah...well. </div> <div> RORY: I'm gonna go to bed. </div> <div> (Rory starts to leave. Lorelai sighs.) </div> <div> RORY: Mom, what's the matter? </div> <div> LORELAI: Nothing. </div> <div> RORY: Yes there is. Come on, tell me. </div> <div> LORELAI: Nothing. I just really wanted you to tell me about that kiss. </div> <div> RORY: I'm so sorry. I really wanted to, I swear. I just got scared and -- </div> <div> LORELAI: I know. I'm not mad. I just wanted to hear about it. That's all. It's no big deal. It's OK, I'm fine. It's one too many Caramello bars. I'm sorry. You have school, I have work, so time for bed. </div> <div> RORY: OK. Night. </div> <div> LORELAI: OK, night, hon. </div> <div> RORY: Mom? </div> <div> LORELAI: Hmm? </div> <div> RORY: I know this is lame and totally after the fact but -- </div> <div> LORELAI: Start from the beginning and you leave anything out you die! Where were you? </div> <div> RORY: OK, I was in the aisle where the ant spray is. </div> <div> LORELAI: That's a good aisle. </div> <div> RORY: I know, that's what Lane said too. But anyway, so he was working and I go into the store and I sort of walked around and was pretending to shop... </div> <bR> <div> <IMG SRC="0faa0780.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="120" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="0fba0780.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="120" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <IMG SRC="0fca0780.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="120" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="0fda0780.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="120" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <IMG SRC="0ffa0850.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="133" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="101a0840.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="132" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"></div> <div> <IMG SRC="103a0780.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="120" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0">  <IMG SRC="104a0780.jpg" border=0 width="160" height="120" ALIGN="BOTTOM" HSPACE="0" VSPACE="0"> </div> <div>                                           -from "Kiss and Tell"  </div> <bR> <bR> </td> </tr></table></body>