“Did someone hurt ya?”
“I’m drawn to ya.”
“But you’re happy about this news?”
“I might be. Maybe. It’s just kind of a, wow I can’t believe this is happening to me kind of mindblowing moment…I’m going to go. Here! The whole town gets one today.”
“…Bye.”
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“I miss that.”
“You’ll have it again.”
“I guess.”
“…You know, maybe s-sometime, we could — “
Lorelai Gilmore/Luke Danes, Season 1
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“Will you marry me?”
“What?”
“Just looking for something to shut you up.”
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“You’ve got wings, baby.”
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Allison: No. No. No, dad. No, dad! If this is some kind of sick training session, you better tell me. You better tell me.
Chris: No. Sorry. I’m sorry.
Allison: What happened?! What happened?!
Chris: I’m so…I’m sorry.
Lorelai responding to Rory’s decision not to marry Logan.
5.22, 6.1, 7.21
Young Martha May Whovier and Young Grinch.
“You know, Christmas is my favorite time of year. I just love the colors. Red and green.”
“You know when you’re drowning, you don’t actually inhale ‘till right before you black out? It’s called voluntary apnea. It’s like no matter how much you’re freaking out, the instinct to not let any water in is so strong, that you won’t open your mouth until you feel like your head is exploding. Then when you finally do let it in, that’s when it stops hurting. It’s not scary anymore, its actually kind of peaceful.”
“You don’t care about getting hurt. But you know how I’ll feel? I’ll be devastated. And if you die, I will literally go out of my freakin’ mind. You see, death doesn’t happen to you. It happens to everyone around you, okay? To all the people left standing at your funeral, trying to figure out how they’re gonna live the rest of their lives now without you in it?”
“What are you doing here?”
“I made you a playlist.
“Why would you waste time doing that?”
“Because I suck at apologies.”
You always say such horrible things. Every time. Always, always.
I am sorry. Forgive me. Merry Christmas, Molly Hooper.
I don’t count.
You were wrong you know. You’ve always counted and I’ve always trusted you.