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Rory's Dance
Thanks to Dawl for transcribing this for me:
When Rory asks Dean to the dance
Rory:Hey.
Dean:Oh,uh, hey!
Rory:you're busy
Dean:Yeah,I just have to put the new green bean shipment on the shelves. You
wanna help?
Rory:Yeah sure. I, uh I love stacking beans.
Dean:Oh, follow me.
Rory:So, do you work on Saturdays I forget.
Dean:Well it depends. Sometimes I come in if I don't have any plans. Why?
Rory:No reason. See there's this thing at my school on Saturday. Well, it's
not really at my school but it's - kind of given by my school.
Dean:What it it?
Rory:Well it't this kind of thing where you go and they play music and you're
supposed to get all dressed up and do some kind of dance and them there's
chicken.
Dean:Chicken?
Rory:Well I don't know if there's chicken, but at these kind of things they
often serve chicken because it's probably cheap and people eat it so, the
logic behind the chicken choice really isn't that bad.
Dean:I'm lost.
Rory:It's a dance.
Dean:Ah.
Rory:And it's not like I'm dying to go but it is a new school and being part
of the social activities is really important at Chiltion.
Dean:So, are you asking me to go to a dance with you?
Rory:No. [pause] yes. I mean if you wanted to go, I would go to.
Dean:Well, that would probably be good since it's your school.
Rory:Right. So do you want to go?
Dean:Honestly? I, uh, I've actually never gone to a dance before.
Rory:Because they're lame?
Dean:Yeah, and it's just not the way I ever wanted to spend my time. I'm
mean, I'm not a big joiner.
Rory:Ok, fair enough. More beans please.
Dean:You want to go, don't you?
Rory:No, I don't. I have no desire go at all. I was just thinking out loud
that's all.
Dean:So, uh, what would I have to wear?
Rory:What?
Dean:to this dance - what would I have to wear?
Rory:Anything you want.
Dean:Come on.
Rory:No, really, whatever you're comfortable in is fine.
Dean:Rory...
Rory:Some sort of pants would be good.
Dean:Rory...
Rory:It's coat and tie.
Dean:Oh man.
Rory:But you could probably get away with a coat and no tie.
Dean:Ok.
Rory:Really?
Dean:Yeah[Rory kisses him]
Rory:Thank-you.
Dean: you're welcome.
When They "Become Boyfriend and Girlfriend."
DEAN: That was quite a dance.
RORY: I seriously don't know what got into him.
DEAN: I do.
RORY: What?
DEAN: He has a thing for you.
RORY: No he doesn't, it's just a game to him or something.
DEAN: He has a thing for you.
RORY: He does nothing but insult me and make me miserable.
DEAN: He has a thing for you.
RORY: I don't know how I feel about this whole situation.
DEAN: What do you mean?
RORY: I don't know, having my boyfriend defend my honor. It's weird.
DEAN: Uh, boyfriend?
RORY: What?
DEAN: You said "boyfriend."
RORY: No, I just meant "boyfriend" in the sense that the whole "defending
me" thing is very boyfriend-y, but only in the broadest sense of the word.
Which doesn't even apply at all, here.
DEAN: You are seriously babbling.
RORY: I didn't mean that you were my boyfriend.
DEAN: Ok.
RORY: I don't think you're my boyfriend
DEAN: Ok.
RORY: Dean.
DEAN: What?
RORY: Are you my boyfriend?
DEAN: In the "broadest sense of the word" way?
RORY: No, in the real "Hi, this is Dean my boyfriend" kind of way.
DEAN: Well, I am if you want me to be.
RORY: I do.
DEAN: Ok.
RORY: So it's settled.
DEAN: Yes it is.
RORY: You're my boyfriend.
DEAN: That's the consensus. [they keep walking]
RORY: I'm feeling pretty good about this decision.
DEAN: Well, I'm very glad to hear it.
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