curiositykilledthebat:

fuckyeahtvpicspam:

Rory: Sounds like you’re over thinking this. Maybe if you just put pen to paper…
Lorelai: I tried that. I thought I’d just sit down and write…whatever comes…no judgment…no inner critic…ooh, was that a bad idea.
Rory: Really why?
Lorelai: Because my brain is a wild jungle full of scary gibberish…I’m writing a letter…I can’t write a letter…why can’t I write a letter?…I’m wearing a green dress…I wish I was wearing my blue dress…my blue dress is at the cleaners…the Germans wore grey…you wore blue…Casablanca, Casablanca…such a good movie…Casablanca…the White House…Bush…why don’t I drive a hybrid car? I should really drive a hybrid car…I should really take my bicycle to work…bicycle, unicycle, unitard…hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants.
Rory: Hockey puck, rattle snake, monkey, monkey, underpants?
Lorelai: Exactly! That’s what I’m saying. Its a big bag of weird in there.

Gilmore Girls 7.11 – “Santa’s Secret Stuff”

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