6.22 Partings

[Logan is getting ready for his graduation]
Rory: Oh! Thats another good one!
Logan: No, its not.
Rory: Hold it. [snaps a picture]
Logan: Yo, Alfred Stieglitz, stop with the pictures.
Rory: I prefer Cartier-Bresson
Logan: My eyes are pale, very sensitive to the light.
Rory: You only graduate from college once. And I will document it to my hearts content, and you can't stop me. [takes another picture].
Logan: Well, at least I'm clothed in these.
Rory: Oh yes, those shower photos will fetch my a bundle on the internet.
Logan: I don't even know why Im doing this. Why am I doing this? This whole cap and gown thing?
Rory: Because the graduation ceremony is not only for the graduate, its for the loved ones, too. We talked about this.
Logan: No, you talked, and I disagreed.
Rory: And then I ruled, and thats that. [takes another picture]
Logan: I'm taking that Stalin biography away from you.
Rory: Come on, I don't want to be late.
Logan: You do realize your putting yourself in the crosshairs.
Rory: Meaning?
Logan: There will be all manner of Huntzbergers in the audience.
Rory: Oh, I can avoid people with the best of them.
Logan: I didn't say people, I said Huntzbergers.
Rory: Don't you worry your pretty little head about this. I'll take care of myself.
Logan: I just want you to be fully prepped.
Rory: Oh...I have outdone myself photographically. Every one of these is a keeper.
Logan: Okay, thats a close up of my naked butt, thats not a keeper.
Rory: You're right. Thats a screensaver.

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[Rory is sitting in the apartment, waiting, when she hears voices. She opens the door to see Mitchum and Logan talking]
Mitchum: I gotta go.
Logan: Yeah, I'll talk to you later. [to Rory] Hey
Rory: What happened?
Logan: It took longer than I thought.
Rory: Way longer. And Ive got to leave for my grandparents, like right now.
Logan: To top it all off, just as the family thing was winding down, a bunch of dad's business automotons came by, and he made me stay to talk shop.
Rory: To talk shop?
Logan: Cynergy, and new media ventures, and increasing shareholder value. I could hear my soul dying.
Rory: He's doing this on purpose.
Logan: I wouldn't put it past him.
Rory: Why is he doing this?
Logan: Look, don't think about him. Just...go. Go to your thing, get it over with, I'll wait for you here. Go.
Rory: Okay.
Logan: No more thoughts about Mitchum.
Rory: You're right, no more thoughts
Logan: Go.
[leaves the apartment as Mitchum gets on the elevator. She holds the door]
Mitchum: Oh. Hello, Rory. Were you at the ceremony? We didn't see you.
Rory: Yeah, I was there.
Mitchum: Didn't see you.
Rory: Well, I was there. Did you know that Logan and I had plans to go out after the ceremony? I mean, were you aware of that?
Mitchum: No, I was not.
Rory: Yeah...'cuz why would your son want to go out with his girlfriend the last day before he leaves, right?
Mitchum: Rory...
Rory: And this gathering of yours...it turns into a business meeting, on his graduation day? As if Logan's not going to have enough time for that during the year that you're forcing him to do in London?
Mitchum: It wasn't exactly a business meeting.
Rory: Why are you doing this?
Mitchum: Doing what?
Rory: Why are you taking him away from me? Why? Do you hate me that much?
Mitchum: I don't hate you.
Rory: Yeah, right
Mitchum: Why would I hate you?
Rory: Because I'm dating your son.
Mitchum: Logan's love life is his own business, I don't get involved.
Rory: Oh, please. You have done nothing but get involved.
Mitchum: How?
Rory: You're sending him away. Five thousand miles away. What other reason is there, but to seperate us?
Mitchum: Well, you flatter yourself, if you think I put that much energy into thinking about your relationship.
Rory: Here's the lobby.
Mitchum: Wait. Lets get this clear right now. Im sending Logan away for one reason, because it is time. It is time for him to stop jumping out of planes in a gorilla mask, and crashing boats, and getting plastered every night, and ending up in the hospital. Its time for him to stop being a child and to start being a man. Its time for him to start focusing on his future, and the only way he's going to do that is to get him out of his environment, and away from those dopes, Colin and Finn, and the Life and Death Brigade, and get him on a path. Logan is talented. He's talented, he's my son, I want him to achieve something, and he needs a push. Its what my father did with me, he pushed me, I grew up. And now Logan is going to grow up. Anything here you're not agreeing with? [Rory is silent] I didn't think so.

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[Logan gets off the elevator with Colin and Finn]
Colin: Come on, one more stop!
Logan: I can't.
Finn: But tomorrow you will fly away to London, and we will forget all about you.
Logan: I am touched. But Rory will be back in a minute.
Colin: You know, I'm starting to get the feeling you'd rather be with her than with us.
Finn: Impossible!
Logan: I appreciate the drinks and the diversion, your friendship over the years is worth at least a couple of pages in my memoir, but as of now, its good-bye. I'm spending the rest of the night alone with my girl.
Rory: [in a British accent] 'Ello, governor. Chips?
Logan: I'm sorry, I was looking for my girlfriend.
Rory: [leads him inside] Oh, I'm sorry, mate. No girlfriends here. Just us birds and blokes taking a piss out of each other.
Logan: Your accent is terrible, by the way.
Rory: Just go with it, you geezer. Now, we've heard that you're about to fly away to Old Blighty, and word around the pub has it, you're not terribly happy about it.
Logan: Well, I'm leaving a couple of people I'm pretty fond of...and some people I'm a little afraid of, but all in all...
Rory: Well, we're just going to have to change your mind. Because London, you see, is a place of fun and musical excitement! The Queen...Hello! Magazine...
Logan: You're gonna break into a chorus of Chim Chiminey any minute, aren't you?
Rory: Shoosh now. None of that talk, because tomorrow brilliant things will happen. A new life, a new adventure. You like adventure dont you, mate? Well London is certainly the place for that. And we, frankly, would not be the fine chaps we claim to be if we did not send you off in the proper way. With the batch of a lifetime! [everyone cheers] Come on, someone get this chap a pint! [in her normal accent] You see if you can't be happy, at least you can be drunk.
Logan: Kiss me, Mary Poppins.
Rory: Really? I thought it was more Gwenyth Paltrow, Shakespeare in Love.
Logan: Kiss me. [he kisses her]
Colin: To the Queen!
Finn: To the Queen!

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[Rory and Logan are sitting on the couch, while the party is going on]
Rory: Want to put money on who nails the Queen?
Logan: I think her Highness is pretty safe tonight.
Rory: Why? I thought Jenny and Paul broke up.
Logan: They got back together this morning.
Rory: Do the boys know?
Logan: Nope.
Rory: Are you going to tell them?
Logan: Nope.
Rory: Oh, wow...watching your best friends waste precious scoring moments. You can get kicked out of the club for that.
Logan: Yeah, well. You know, I've given a lot of great parties in my lifetime..
Rory: Oh, I know.
Logan: But I do believe that this one has topped them all.
Rory: Hey, its not over. We have hours to go, there's plenty of beer left, and no one's slugged Finn yet, so...
Logan: Thank you.
Rory: My pleasure. You want more beer?
Logan: No.
ROry: More Twiglets, Cadburys?
Logan: Im good.
Rory: Do you want to try the fruit again? Because I think my cramp has gone away.
Logan: Tell me not to go.
Rory: What?
Logan: Tell me not to get on that plane. Tell me to blow off my father, the paper, the whole Huntzberger destiny. Just tell me I can figure something else out, just tell me not to go.
Rory: Well, I can't do that.
Logan: [pulls her close] Hey...you're afraid the teacher's going to see you, or something? [they kiss]

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[Rory is asleep, when Logan rubs to wake her]
Logan: Rory...
Rory: Logan?
Logan: Don't get up.
Rory: You're dressed. Why are you dressed?
Logan: My bags already in the car.
Rory: The car?
Logan: Its downstairs. I just wanted to tell you...
Rory: [jumps out of bed] I'll be five minutes! I just have to find the closet.
Logan: Relax.
Rory: I just have to grab shoes and a coat
Logan: No.
Rory: No shoes, just a coat.
Logan: You don't have to come.
Rory: You're leaving! I have to go with you to the airport.
Logan: No.
Rory: I have to go to say good-bye.
Logan: Rory, no.
Rory: Yes. I have to wave to you at the gate.
Logan: They won't let you come to the gate, they'll stop you at security.
Rory: Ok, well...I'll wave to you at the metal detectors.
Logan: Rory.
Rory: I have to go with you.
Logan: No!
Rory: Yes! You are leaving for London. Who knows when we'll see each other again?
Logan: I thought that was all set.
Rory: What was all set?
Logan: With Christmas, Thanksgiving, Guy Falkes Day?
Rory: Thats so far away!
Logan: Rory. If you come with me, I won't get on the plane. I've paid for the apartment for the next year, so you don't have to worry about that. [Rory starts to cry] There's still a few weeks left on the car service, so use it whenever you want. I know that you wont, but just in case you need to. [he kisses her] I'll call you when I get in, okay? [he kisses her again, and she cries harder] What?
Rory: I keep trying to think of fabulous things to say, but all I can think is "Say hi to William and Harry for me."
Logan: I love you, Ace.
Rory: Thats so much better than "Say hi to William and Harry for me."
Logan: [he kisses her] I have to go.
[she watches him leave, crying...then runs after him. She gets to the door as he gets in the elevator. Rory holds up a hand in good-bye, as they both hold back tears]

6.21 Driving Miss Gilmore

[Rory is wheeling Logan out of the hospital]
Rory: Any physical therapist on the list will do, right, doctor? They're all on the same level?
Dr. Schultz: They're all top notch.
Logan: Thats if I need a physical therapist.
Rory: Hush, you. [to Dr. Schultz] And you said lots of rest, but is complete bed rest safest?
Logan: You can not confine me to a bed. Thats a violation of my civil rights.
Rory: Hush, you.
Dr. Schultz: You need to monitor his progress, everyone recovers at different speeds.
Rory: Okay. And when you say lots of fluids, does hot tea count, or just water? He likes hot tea.
Logan: You gotta stop talking about me as if I'm not here.
Rory: Logan.
Logan: Mom.
Dr. Schultz: Tea is fine. Water and juice are better.
Logan: And this wheelchair is absolutely necessary?
Rory: Hospital policy, sir.
Dr. Schultz: Just until you get out of the building.
Logan: Can we at least go faster?
Rory: No, you'll get G-forces
Logan: Doctor, can I go home to your house? I think I'll have much more fun there.
Dr. Schultz: You're in good hands. (to Rory) Just call if you have anymore questions.
Rory: I will. Thank you, Dr. Schultz. (turns to Logan) Okay, I cut off an old lady with a handicap sticker, so we got a primo spot right out front. Colin is meeting us at the apartment, to help me get you upstairs and in bed. And its a little cold outside, so you might need a scarf. I should have brought you a scarf. Maybe they have some in the gift shop, I should go check.
Logan: (points to his throat) Actually, there's something going on here.
Rory: What? Your throat? Is it sore? (leans down) Should I get Dr. Schultz? I mean, we're here, we might as well... (Logan kisses her)
Logan: Thank you for being who I want to get out of the hospital for.
Rory: You're welcome.
Logan: And I'm not cold, I'm fine.
Rory: You promise?
Logan: I promise.
Rory: Okay, lets go. We get to go at my speed.
Logan: Wake me when we hit the door.

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[Logan wakes up in the apartment]
Logan: Paris?
Paris: Male reproductive tract
Logan: What?
Paris: Seven up, seminiferous tubules, epidydimus, Vas Defrens. Ejaculatory duct, nothing, urethra, penis.
Logan: What are you doing?
Paris: Boning up, pardon the pun. Got my MCATs coming up, medical school.
Logan: I meant what are you doing here.
Paris: Looking after you.
Logan: Oh, goody.
Paris: Its necessary. You seem like the kind of lunkhead that would get up too soon, and inadvertedly push a broken rib bone into his spleen.
Doyle: Well, hey there, sleepyhead.
Logan: Oh, goody. A matching set.
Doyle: You sleep well?
Logan: (to Paris) He's watching me too?
Paris: Rory said it would be okay.
Doyle: Hey, now that you're awake, you mind if I switch the TV to the speakers? They're just about to reunite with their husbands, and I'd love to get the full surround experience.
Logan: Who?
Doyle: The penguins. You haven't seen the penguin movie?
Paris: The penguin movie rocks.
Doyle: They'll move you, my friend. So, is it okay?
Logan: Hey, mi casa es su casa. (starts to get up)
Doyle: Great.
Paris: Woah, woah, woah. Where do you think you're going, Cowboy?
Logan: Nature calls.
Paris: You can't get up. Rory said you need complete bedrest, she trusted me with your well-being. I can not betray that trust.
Logan: Then what's your suggestion for my cuurent predicament?
Paris: I'll get the bedpan. Where's your bedpan?
Logan: I don't have a bedpan.
Paris: You got tupperware?
Logan: Paris.
Paris: Doyle, watch him.
[Logan gets out his phone]
Doyle: Pausing.
Rory: [answers her phone at the Yale Daily News] Hey, why aren't you asleep?
Logan: Because I woke up.
Rory: You're supposed to be asleep.
Logan: I've been asleep for a week, my body's bored of sleep, it wants to do something.
Rory: Well, good thing your body has no say in the matter.
Bill: Hey, boss. You're going to want to see this.
Rory: Hold on a second
Logan: You've got to call of your sentries.
Rory: They're there for a reason
Logan: To reinact their favorite scenes from Misery?
Paris: You're kitchen needs organizing!
Logan: Yeah, I'll get right on that!
Doyle: You shouldn't talk loudly, you'll strain something.
Logan: I've got Dina and Mosha Abromowitz on top of me.
Rory: Why is Paris in the kitchen?
Logan: Oh, she's looking for a bedpan substitute.
Rory: Oh, dear.
Bill: You're really gonna want to see this.
Rory: Just leave it, Bill.
Bill: But I want to see the look on your face when you read it. Provided you still have a face after your head explodes.
Rory: In a sec.
Logan: Rory, look, I love your concern for me. I love that your so invested in my well-being, but even the doctor said that if I feel strong enough to move around, that I should do it, its good for me.
Rory: I don't know that the doctor knows what he's talking about.
Logan: You mean the John Hopkins graduate knows less than you?
Paris: I'd kill to get into John Hopkins. [places two tubberwares on the bed] Here, patient's choice.
Doyle: Oh, okay if I unpause?
Paris: Unpause.
Logan: Here come the penguins.
Rory: Look, maybe the doctor knows a little bit of what he's talking about.
Logan: You think?
Rory: So, I guess, get up. But super slow. It should look like a Monty Python routine you're moving so slow.
Logan: I'll make John Cleese proud.
Rory: And let Doyle help you, at least the first time, you could get dizzy.
Logan: I'll let him help me to the bathroom door, but I've got to take it from there, Ace.
Rory: Fine.
Doyle: I cannot look at this shot of the dead baby penguin.
Paris: Me neither. Dead people, yes. Not penguins.
Logan: You'll deal with Paris?
Rory: Put her on.
Logan: Thank you. Paris. [hands her the phone]
Paris: Can I look?
Doyle: We're clear.
Logan: Please talk to Rory.
Rory: (to Bill) What is so important about the Wall Street Journal?
Bill: Oh, you'll see.
Paris: Hey.
Rory: Stand down.
Paris: What?
Rory: Thank you for sitting with him, but I think he needs a little less hovering right now.
Paris: Warren Beatty Jr. smooth talk you?
Rory: No, even the doctor said he should be moving around, besides I think I've been a little overprotective.
Paris: You're call.
Rory: Have Doyle lend him a shoulder right now, okay?
Paris: Fine. Doyle, give Logan your shoulder. (gives the phone back to Logan)
Doyle: You got it.
Logan: See you soonish?
Rory: Just finishing up here.
Doyle: Mi shoulder es su shoulder. Hey, this is very life affirming, very penguin-esque, with the soundtrack music playing like that.
Logan: Hurry here, soonish.
Rory: I will. (hangs up and turns to Bill) What is it?
Bill: I've highlighted the appropriate section. [Rory reads the paper, and her expression changes] Oh, its going to be a quiet, slow-burning sieve. Disappointing.

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[Logan is sitting in bed, while Rpry paces beside the bed]
Rory: I could kill him!
Logan: You'd have to get in a very long line.
Rory: The man should be drawn and quartered.
Logan: There's no fast pass for the line, either. You just have to get in there, and wait.
Rory: Quartering is too good for him. He should be eigthed, sixteenthed!
Logan: I dont know, you quarter a guy, he's in four pieces. Thats tough to recover from.
Rory: He should be stretched on the rack, iron maidened, strappadoed!
Logan: Oh my God, what is strappadoed?
Rory: When you suspend them in the air, with a rope tied to his hands, that are tied behind his back.
Logan: You're scaring me with your knowledge of torture.
Rory: I did a paper on the Attorney General, it comes with the territory.
Logan: Life in modern America?
Rory: Why would the Wall Street Journal print this? Why?
Logan: It was an interview with my father, if he said it to them, they get to print it.
Rory: Even if its a flat out lie?
Logan: They don't know that.
Rory: "I look for the best and the brightest, even at the intern level."
Logan: Reading it again, your just torturing yourself.
Rory: "Ben Cochran at Harvard, he helped me out with my Boston paper, as did Frank Williams. And Rory Gilmore, I gave her her first internship at my Stamford paper, and now she's the editor of the Yale Daily News" AH! (sits on the couch)
Logan: Its classic Mitchum.
Rory: How dare he! I gave her her first internship?
Logan: This is one of dad's things, Rory. Grabbing credit wherever he can, whether its earned or not.
Rory: Everyone in America has read this.
Logan: The Wall Street Journal's readership is high, but its not quite 300 million.
Rory: Well enough people have read it.
Logan: Look, the beauty of a daily paper is its in everybodys recycling bin the next morning, it will totally be forgotten.
Rory: It won't.
Logan: It will.
Rory: I remember everything I read. Front page, op ed, concert reviews, it never leaves. My eyes accidentally flit over an obituary, as I'm hunting for the Metro section, and I can remember the deceased's first wife's name. [Logan starts to get up and out of bed] a full month afterward, and thats just a flit, not a perussal. If I perused it, I could give you his grandkids in alphabetical order, five years later.
Logan: [Hops towards Rory] Ace, Ace, you drinking this in?
Rory: What?
Logan: Helen Keller just signed water, Annie.
Rory: You walked!
Logan: All by my lonesome. You proud of your boy?
Rory: I'm very proud. (hugs him) Oh, and your color is coming back...you've gone from white to off-white.
Logan: Hey, can we get to the bottom line on this article here?
Rory: Give it to me.
Logan: Its all good, its very positive, what he said about you. A powerful man is citing you as one of his accomplishments. Its in no way a diss.
Rory: I know.
Logan: Its actually a good thing, so you should let it go.
Rory: Never.