A Thousand Yellow Daisies ♥

January 26, 2010

Gilmore Girls’ 1st season finale (Love, Daisies, and Troubadours):

MAX: We can’t keep getting this close just to have something completely derail us again. And frankly there’s only one thing I can think of that could solve it.

LORELAI: Break up.

MAX: Ugh.

LORELAI: Well, I’m not interested in a murder-suicide kind of thing. .

MAX: We should get married.


LORELAI: Give me a clue as to whether you’re kidding or not.

MAX: I am not kidding.

LORELAI: Good clue.

MAX: What do you say?

LORELAI: Nothing. Max, you did not just propose to me.

MAX: Yes I did.

LORELAI: No. A proposal had to be something more than the desperate desire to end a bickering match.

MAX: It was more than that.

LORELAI: No, it has to be planned. It should be magical. There should be music playing and romantic lighting and a subtle buildup to the popping of the big question. There should be a thousand yellow daisies and candles and a horse and I don’t know what the horse is doing there unless you’re riding it, which seems a little over the top, but it should be more than this.

MAX: You’re right.

LORELAI: I am right.

MAX: I’m sorry.

LORELAI: It’s okay.

[Lorelai comes through the door]

KIRK: That’s not what I was saying before.

MICHEL: It is a little variation that will still lead to a punch on the nose.

[Michel and Kirk come through the door]

MICHEL: Daisies no less. As if I would order these pitiful little things. Foul things, these daisies. And just a notch up from weeds. And look how many. I mean, there must be at least. . .

LORELAI: A thousand of them. A thousand yellow daisies.

[Pan around inn’s lobby, which is filled with daisies. Lorelai walks into the middle and them and looks around.]

KIRK: That’s right. There’s exactly a thousand of them. The order states that there is to be exactly 1000. Not 1001, not 999, but 1000. You ask for 1000, I bring 1000. I don’t question the orders. I merely fill them.

[Lorelai sits down on a table in the middle of all the daisies, pulls out her cell phone and calls Max.]

MAX: I couldn’t find a horse.

LORELAI: You didn’t have to.

MAX: Don’t say anything, okay, please. You were right last night. I shouldn’t have proposed to you like that. It was stupid. It was the wrong place, and the wrong time, and I kicked myself the entire night for doing it. But you were wrong about something too. I didn’t propose to you because we were fighting. I proposed because I love you. We’re in a bad pattern Lorelai and we have to break it. And other than that murder suicide thing you were talking about, which would be illegal and messy, I can only think to be impetuous.


MAX: No, listen, I woke up this morning and I realized that I have studied and talked a great literature all my life and those stories are replete with characters that let opportunities slip by. But what I teach is more than just literature, its lessons in life. And if I don’t follow the tenants of those lessons, I’m not the man I thought I was. The man I want to be.

LORELAI: God, you talk so good.

MAX: I don’t want an answer now. I’ve thought about this. I want you to do the same. I love you Lorelai Gilmore. And I know this to be true. I’ll talk to you later. [They both hang up]

[Lorelai looks around at the daisies]

LORELAI: Oh my . . .

Yes, exactly. Oh my… ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥


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