T5E11: “Women of Questionable Morals”

LUKE'S APARTMENT

[Luke and Lorelai are asleep. Lorelai wakes up and leans toward Luke.]

[She pulls the blankets off him.]

[She pulls him out of bed.]

[Luke growls.]

[She leads him out the door.]

STAR'S HOLLOW STREET - OUTSIDE LUKE'S

[Lorelai walks to the middle of the street and stops. Luke follows grudgingly.]

LUKE: Are my feet still attached to my body or did they snap off coming down the stairs?

LORELAI [sighs happily]: It's just my favorite time of the year. The whole world changes color.

LORELAI: Flakes, flurries, swirls, crystals, whatever form it comes in. I'll take it. We go back, snow and me. We have a beautiful history.

LORELAI: Sleigh rides, ice skating, snowball fights. I'll even take curling. God, I love curling!

LUKE: Lance Cranston on Channel 6 said it would be dry. Kimmy Liston, Live at 5, same thing. No snow, nothing.

[He stops and looks up as the snow starts to fall.]

[Luke pulls away and walks back into the diner. Lorelai smiles as she looks up at the snow falling.]

[Opening credits.]

LUKE'S DINER

[A group of town men are sitting around a table.]

REVEREND: Anyone seen Farewell My Concubine? Beautiful film. Gorgeous cinematography.

REVEREND: Well, do you picture me watching Sound of Music every night, Taylor? Gag me.

[Luke comes over with a coffee pot.]

TAYLOR: Well, the first snow has come along, Luke, and with the first snow comes the town's Revolutionary War Re-enactment.

LUKE: Yeah, it's the same thing every year, Reverend. You guys re-enact the time a bunch of pig-headed morons stood outside all night in the freezing snow waiting for a battle that never happened.

TAYLOR: A local historian uncovered new evidence of Star's Hollow's participation in the Revolution. Apparently, an English battalion was awaiting the return of their commanding general with plans for a big battle. Our soldiers caught wind of this and blocked the high road so that the general had to travel by the lower road, through town, to reach his troops.

[The men laugh.]

TAYLOR: No, they were much slyer than that. They had a brave lady of the town use her wiles to draw the general to her rooms and keep him occupied. That delayed the general's arrival which allowed Lafayette the opportunity to ambush the waiting British troops.

MAN #1: That's what we're doing now, trying to figure out what the hell to call her.

TAYLOR: This new re-enactment is going to be a huge boost to tourism, Luke. The local press is all excited to cover it.

TAYLOR: Got a big casting session soon to pick the lucky townswoman to play our special lady.

LUKE: Not off-hand, but if I run into any moderately-weighted whores in my travels, I'll let you know.

[He returns to the counter as Lorelai comes down the stairs.

LORELAI: Oh, cool, the re-enactors are meeting. Another wonderful by-product of snow.

LORELAI: No. I'm late, so I'll just grab it at the inn. I'm actually looking forward to having my first cup of joe in my new, snow covered inn and - why are the re-enactors staring at me?

ANDREW: I'm going for historical accuracy's side. Women were heavier back then.

ELDER GILMORE'S HOUSE

{Emily is walking through the house talking on a cordless phone.]

EMILY: No, no, Jean, that works perfectly with my schedule. It’s been forever since we’ve seen each other. [pause] Oh, I’d love that! Mirabelle is still one of my favorite – oh!

[She jumps back, shocked to see a shivering little white dog sitting outside.]

[She pushes a button on the phone. Richard’s cell phone rings. He picks it up. Scene cuts between the pool house and the main house.]

EMILY: Well, he’s here nonetheless, and he’s looking at me! Richard, the dog is looking at me!

EMILY: I’m holding, but what are we going to – Richard? [To the dog] Shoo! Shoo!

[Richard is out on the patio. They continue to talk on the phone.]

RICHARD: Oh, you made it sound like it was a rabid beast, so I came prepared.

RICHARD: Well, what should I do? It’s freezing out here. We can’t let it roam around.

RICHARD: We have a pool house for stray dogs? Love the innuendo, Emily. Fine. I will take him into the pool house.

[The dog gets up and follows Richard to the pool house.]

INDEPENDENCE INN

[Lorelai comes in the front door.]

LORELAI: Look outside, Michel. It’s the first time we’ve seen the Inn blanketed by snow. It’s like a postcard.

MICHEL: I know. I haven’t been this excited since Madonna just dropped by Total Request Live.

LORELAI: That’s impossible, we ordered them eight months ago. We got confirmation.

MICHEL: They were back-ordered and due within two weeks. Two weeks turned into eight months, and all we have to show for it is our special yellow back-order receipt. Such cheap paper they use at the mat place. That should have been a clue.

LORELAI: No, I meant put down on the floor so our guests don’t slip and fall. We have to find something.

MICHEL: The good news is that there will be less people here who could possibly slip.

[They walk over to the reception desk.]

LORELAI: The streets are fine. They’re plowing away out there. A graceful, gorgeous plow was pushing the snowy white out of the street right behind me, it was beautiful.

LORELAI: This is nice weather. It’s classic Connecticut inn weather. It’s all the more reason to come.

MICHEL: I would advise that you change our cancellation policy. These people cancel and have to pay nothing.

LORELAI: I hate charging people for canceling. It’s too corporate. We’re doing things differently here.

MICHEL: Oh, yes. Bankruptcy will be fun and different. Be sure to file for it while it’s snowing, won’t you? We’ll go down to bankruptcy court in a horse-drawn sleigh.

[Lorelai walks into the kitchen.]

LORELAI: But there’s mounds of it stacked in the walk-in. Heroin-sniffing dogs get all excited and confused when they go in there.

LORELAI: It was in Beverly Hills Cop, remember? The heroin in the coffee? Why are you taking everything so literally?

SOOKIE: ‘Cause we’re switching suppliers. I found that new blend, you remember? You tasted it, you said it tasted great.

[She pours herself some coffee.]

SOOKIE: So I’m letting the old stuff run out because the new stuff’s coming in but the new stuff is back-ordered, so it never came in.

MICHEL: Remember those wonderful snowplows you were writing a sonnet to not five minutes ago? Well, one of them dumped a ten-foot mountain of snow in our driveway. There is no getting in or out.

MICHEL: Well, it’s not so bad, because with the cancellations, no one’s coming today anyway.

LORELAI: Yes, but we have to get out, to go home, eventually, and to get coffee now. So start the guys digging.

MICHEL: You mean I should get the one guy who did not call in sick because of the snow and the cold to get digging?

LORELAI: Yes, get him digging! [Michel goes.] It’s okay, it’s all good. Snow will be dug and mats will be found, coffee will be bought, everything’s good.

SOOKIE: And they’re drinking coffee. [She takes the coffee cup from Lorelai and heads for the dining room.] Customers.

YALE DORMS - RORY’S COMMON ROOM

[Rory comes out of her room. Paris is on the couch.]

PARIS: Right. There are a lot of us. Like the guy who asked the question about Iran’s long-range missile production and nuclear capacity, then shouted Ba Ba Booie! Him they put on. Me they’ve got twiddling my thumbs.

[Paris goes into her room. Rory opens the door; Christopher is standing there.]

CHRIS: Right. College. Classes. I’ve seen Oxford Blues, I should have put that together. So this is your place, huh?

RORY: Yeah. It’s a little messy right now. [Paris walks out of her room.] That’s Paris.

PARIS: Hello. [On the phone] Yeah, I’ve got a suggestion for getting you guys out of the ratings basement. And putting me on hold is not one of them.

CHRIS: Yeah, I was in the area, or the area near the area, so how about breakfast?

CHRIS: Forget busy. Forget class. Play hooky, have breakfast with me. Come on. We can all go together if you want. Paris?

[She leaves Chris standing at the door and walks down the hall.]

INDEPENDENCE INN - LOBBY

[Lorelai is on the phone.]

LORELAI: Well, we can certainly rebook you, because we’d love to have you come anytime. Really. But if you reconsidered your cancellation and came in now you would find nothing less than a magical wonderland. A snowy xanadu of goodness. Really. Bing Crosby’s warming up his pipes over by the fireplace. Magical. [Pause] Mm-hm. Yes, driving in the snow is tricky. [Pause] No, I don’t think I could get Bing Crosby to come pick you up. [Pause] Okay. Well, just check your calendar and call me back, and I’ll be here to rearrange it. Thank you. Bye.

[She walks toward the dining room as Michel enters wearing a furry hat and carrying a shovel. She nearly slips on the wet floor.]

MICHEL: I had been working on the mats but you asked me to shovel the snow. And now I have a blister, a muscle spasm and a neck crick and I have a date tonight, and a crick will cramp my kissing move.

[They go into the dining room. Lorelai clears dishes while Michel removes his outerwear.]

MICHEL: You know that I am light-boned and cannot take physical exertion. I work with my mind.

MICHEL: They said they would be back by noon promptly. Well, it’s past noon, and their friends are here to meet them for lunch, but the Goldfarbs are erwol.

MICHEL: What do I care. I’m French. The point is, we strapped wooden sticks to the feet of a fat orthodontist and a woman with ugly chunky jewelry, and we lost them.

[Sookie comes out with a bussing tray to pick up the dishes.]

LORELAI: Cleaning up. [To Michel] No, let’s wait another twenty minutes, just keep calling their cell phone.

[Lorelai pours a bit of coffee from one cup into another.]

LORELAI: What? I’m just cleaning up. We’re short-handed today. Go about your business.

SOOKIE [disgusted]: You were pouring leftover coffee from other people’s cups into your own cup and now you’re going to drink it!

LORELAI: No! Get away! Don’t you understand if I don’t get coffee in me, things are going to get ugly around here!

[We hear Lorelai slip and squeal. Another woman cries out.]

LORELAI [OS]: Oh! Oh, I’m sorry. We’re getting mats, I swear. Have a nice day.

ELDER GILMORE POOL HOUSE

[Emily knocks on the door. Richard answers.]

EMILY: Hello. I saw your car in the driveway and was just wondering if everything was okay.

RICHARD: Everything’s fine. Thank you. I’ve put off my morning appointments to sort of stabilize the canine situation. She’s been fairly calm.

RICHARD: A gross oversight of its owners. I found its exact breed, though, which may come in handy.

RICHARD: Let me, uh, bring up the website. [He sits down at the computer.] “Dog Breed 411 dot com”.

EMILY: Isn’t that clever? It’s amazing the information available on the computer these days.

RICHARD: Oh, it’s easy. Whatever you’re interested in, you just type it in - the DAR, or Louis Vuitton, Franz Schubert - and you’re off and running.

EMILY: I’ll start calling the neighbors and tell them we have a long-haired Jack Russell terrier.

RICHARD: Ah, that is the Louis Vuitton website. [He gets up to let her sit.] I thought you might like to peruse it.

YALE CLASSROOM

[The students are seated at a large round table.]

PROFESSOR: That was David Hume. A personal favorite, and I’m not saying that because Hume was Scottish and my mother’s maiden name is McCammon. Okay, more on the principles of morals, and perhaps why Scots rule, next time we’re together. Have a good day. [The students begin collecting their things.] And read! Read!

[Rory walks out into the hallway. Christopher is waiting with a cup of coffee.]

[They walk together, Chris following a few steps behind Rory.]

CHRIS: Still here. This is for you. Coffee. It might be a little cold. Teachers sure talk a lot here at Yale. No bells. Don’t they have bells?

CHRIS: You’re welcome. [Pause] Look, Rory, that manic, desperate guy that came down to your dorm room this morning, he left. He’s gone, and I’m not going to bug you anymore, okay?

CHRIS: I didn’t think it through, and I feel pretty dumb coming down here like this. I just have to say, though, that I hate our relationship, okay? I hate it. This wall, this stupid wall, it sucks. And I put it there, but I wanted to try and do something about it, but I got a little desperate, and I’m sorry.

CHRIS: I’ve been in Hartford a lot. My dad’s sick. My mom’s with the baby and I’ve had time to think, and maybe that’s not good, but my dad and I, we always had that wall, you know? And, God, for us to be that way, like my dad and me? I – I don’t want you visiting me when I’m old and cranky and you feel like you have to. I want you to visit now and I want you to want to. Look, I’m not going to bother you anymore. This wasn’t fair for me to do this, surprising you like this. It wasn’t fair. Uh –

[He digs in his pocket and hands her some cream and sugar.]

CHRIS: Here. I didn’t know how you take your coffee so I got you everything. I’ll see you, kid.

[He leaves.]

[She turns the other way.]

MISS PATTY’S STUDIO - EXTERIOR

[A sign is propped up: “Girl” auditions 4:00. The camera cuts inside. Several ladies are sitting in a row wearing large number signs. Taylor walks around them.]

TAYLOR: This is not just an historic re-enactment, ladies. This is an historic moment unto itself. This will be the first time that a member of our fairer sex has participated in Stars Hollow’s Revolutionary War Re-enactment.

KIRK: Lulu is fully aware of the historical significance of this, Taylor. She’s bright and sexy, I’ll tell you that now.

TAYLOR: All right. My point is that this will be the first vital role a woman has played in our re-enactment. And you should know that it is of a sensitive nature, so if you’re overly sensitive you may want to back out now.

[He goes to sit at a judge’s table with Miss Patty. She is hiding her face with her hand.]

TAYLOR [impatient]: Fine, Kirk. Thank you. Now we’ve little time and we have to choose the right girl quickly. Stand up, please, all of you.

[The ladies stand up excitedly.]

TAYLOR: Mm-hmm, mm-hmm. All right. Based on the visual that we’re looking for I must now eliminate numbers two, five, seven and nine. Thank you for coming. [The eliminated ladies leave.] Now, I need to see a demonstration of your acting abilities. Please give me your best “come hither” look.

[The remaining ladies try to look seductive.]

TAYLOR [frustrated]: Girls, girls! You’re supposed to be seducing a man. Now picture, on horseback, a dashing, finely accoutered gentleman, firm of jaw and solid of build –

[Kirk stands behind the judge’s table and coaches Lulu.]

TAYLOR: The young heroine of our story didn’t think of the cold when she gave up her greatest treasure for her country.

TAYLOR: Not necessary. Number one? Thank you for coming. [He gestures to the door.]

[Taylor opens the door to the studio to let her out. Just then Lorelai walks by.]

LORELAI: Oh, well, it’s the best offer I’ve gotten all day, Taylor, but unfortunately I’d have to – ah! Ah!

[She shrieks as she steps in a puddle.]

[Lorelai limps toward Luke’s.]

LUKE’S DINER

[Lorelai opens the door. Luke is behind the counter. ]

LORELAI: The icicle foot. It’s the latest dance craze, all the hip kids are doing it.

LORELAI: Oh, forget the foot. I need caffeine. Whatever form you’ve got, I haven’t had any all day. I’ll drink it, shoot it, eat it, snort it, whatever form it’s in, gimme.

LORELAI: Oh, terrif! My shoe’s an icicle, the Inn’s driveway is snowed in and we lost the Goldfarbs.

LORELAI: The two guests who bothered to show up. I sent them skiing and I killed them.

KIRK [bursting into the diner]: My girlfriend’s the whore! My girlfriend’s the whore! Woohoo! Yeah!

[He leaves just as suddenly.]

LUKE: Well, if you like, I’ll leave a little something on the dresser for you tonight.

ELDER GILMORE HOUSE

[Emily sits at the table, making calls.]

EMILY: Well, it would help to just put the word out there that we have a dog. In case anyone hears of anyone looking for one. [Pause] That’s right. A white long-haired Jack Russell terrier. [Richard enters.] Thank you, Margaret. I’ll be here all day. Bye.

EMILY: I figured a call to the neighborhood busybody was the first order of business. How’s it doing?

RICHARD: Well, it seems to be asleep now, but I am lacking a proper bowl for its food.

[They walk into the kitchen.]

RICHARD: I’ve got some leftover stew. I’m going to pick chunks of meat out of it.

RICHARD: Well, he probably offered. He said it was a recipe passed down by some dead relative.

EMILY: Promise me you’ll make him prepare proper food for you. Please. That’s what he’s paid for.

[Emily pulls a china bowl out of the cupboard.]

[Richard nods, then leaves. Emily smiles after him.]

LORELAI’S HOUSE

[Lorelai is sewing a costume and talking on the phone.]

LORELAI: From what I can gather, this woman made eyes at a British general, and the British general was feeling a little randy.

[Scene cuts from Rory’s dorm to Lorelai’s living room.]

RORY: I don’t know, maybe they knew that we would ultimately make peace with England and they wouldn’t want to kill a potential great-great-grandfather of a Winston Churchill or a Benny Hill.

LORELAI: Well, that was very forward-thinking of them. [Examining the dress] Boy, do I know how to dress a slut or what? I am very proud.

LORELAI: I blame myself. I may have been too needy with snow. Too clingy. So it had no choice but to push me away, create a boundary.

LORELAI: What about you? Anything exciting happen today? You get in a snowball fight with a Nobel Prize winner or something?

RORY: No, no. Nothing out of the ordinary. But I’m sorry that snow was so mean to you today.

LORELAI: Oh, it’s okay. It wasn’t snow’s fault. We had one bad day. Every relationship has its bad days. It doesn’t mean you drop and run, you keep going, right? Peaks and valleys keep a relationship fresh.

[She changes the buckets where water is dripping from the ceiling. She looks up at the leak and sighs.]

LORELAI’S HOUSE – OUTSIDE – MORNING

[Lorelai comes out of the house and locks the door. She begins to walk toward the Jeep, then stops. The Jeep is buried in a pile of snow.]

[As she watches, a branch from the tree above the Jeep falls onto it, bringing more snow down.]

LORELAI’S HOUSE – OUTSIDE – LATER ON

[Luke is helping Lorelai dig out her Jeep. Lorelai is pushing snow off the hood with her hands.]

LORELAI: But this is personal. I’m physically hurting the snow as I dig at it. I’m chopping into its stupid white face with my razor sharp fingernail claws and I’m delighting in it! I want it to suffer!

LORELAI: Yes! But snow has always protected me before. It’s been a white blanket of love! We had a symbiotic thing going on!

LUKE: Snow cannot protect you. Snow is frozen water falling out of the sky. And as for this car and this tree, you can predict it. It’s gravity. There’s four tons of snow on this tree. You park under it, gravity is going to come into play and take it out! It’s basic physics!

LORELAI: I do not need a physics lesson right now, no matter how well it’s intentioned!

LORELAI: It’s over. Oh, yes, it is over! [She takes a violent swipe at the snow on the Jeep.]

LORELAI: It was years of bliss, you know? We had some good stuff, and good times. I could show you pictures of the snow angels I made. But I am done. Done!

LORELAI: Yes. From now on if anyone cancels for any reason that I don’t agree with within two years of the date in question, no, no! Make it three! Then, I am not going to refund their money and I’m going to kick them in the groin!

LORELAI: But with my left foot. Because my right foot is still throbbing from being frozen in icy cold water which has effectively ended my foot modeling career!

LORELAI: Snow is nothing but annoying icy frozen water stuff that falls out of the sky at inconvenient times. It’s Mother Nature’s icy “Screw you, Lorelai Gilmore”. It’s just stupid stuff you have to shovel out of the way so customers can get into the Inn. It’s the stuff that melts and leaks through your roof! It’s the stuff that stalls your car, it’s the stuff that buries your car –

[Snow starts to fall from the sky again.]

LORELAI: Oh no! No! Don’t even try to make up with me now! You and me are through! [She swats at the snow] You stupid – hate – you!

ELDER GILMORE’S POOL HOUSE

[Rory and Lorelai knock on the door. The valet answers.]

[Emily is sitting by the fireplace.]

RICHARD: I got another peek. It was rolling around on its back and it was painfully obvious.

EMILY: It just showed up in our yard yesterday morning. We have no idea how it got here or where it came from. It has no tags.

EMILY: Oh, now I’m monopolizing things and I’m not even here. Please, go about your drinks.

[Robert brings in the drinks.]

RICHARD: But Emily has agreed to write a note excusing my absence, so it should be okay.

EMILY [smiling]: Okay, now pretend I’m not here. You girls and I can chat later.

LORELAI: Okay. Well, um, Rory, oh my God, did I tell you about the horrendous thing that Mom did? She can be such a witch with a ‘B’.

RICHARD: No, no! The dog likes you there. Join in the conversation if you wish.

[Rory and Lorelai look horrified.]

RICHARD: Very badly. He’d been diagnosed just a month ago, but it already spread.

EMILY: He was the picture of health, so it caught poor Francine completely off guard. That poor woman.

EMILY: It’s terrible having more than one answering service. That’s the way you miss things.

LORELAI: Well, I mean, we should send something, right? For the funeral? Does he want us to go?

EMILY: He had a very tortured relationship with that man, but none of that matters at the end.

EMILY: Well, whatever it is, send it to Francine. Christopher and the baby are staying with her until all of this is behind them. I’ll give you the address before you go.

[The dog stands up.]

RICHARD: Oh, Emily. Let me show you how he likes his blanket arranged. He’s a bit picky.

RORY: He didn’t make it sound like it was a big thing. Like he was that sick.

[Richard is rolling up a corner of the blanket near the dog’s head.]

RICHARD: There’s a dog hair in your drink. I’ll have Robert make you another one.

RICHARD [taking the glass]: No, no, I insist. [He gets up] Robert, we need dog hair removal.

HAYDEN’S HOUSE – OUTSIDE.

[Rory pulls up in her car. She walks up to the door carrying a brown paper bag. She rings the bell; Chris answers.]

CHRIS: Yeah, I figured you would, at your Friday night dinner. God, is tonight Friday?

RORY: I’m sorry. [She looks around uncomfortably, then remembers the bag she is carrying.] I brought cookies. [She holds them out to him.]

[Chris gestures for her to come inside.]

LATER

[Rory leaves the house and gets into her car. She dials a number on her cell phone.]

RORY: I came to see Dad because he came to school yesterday, wanted to make amends and have breakfast, but I blew him off, even after he told me that his dad was sick.

RORY: And, I don’t know, maybe he did say how sick he was, between the lines at least, but I just held him off. And he didn’t say that he was dying. I just felt so awful the whole time at dinner tonight.

RORY: No, it’s not, because, regardless of Dad’s faults, he’s human and he needs us, but he’s so isolated from us that he can’t just call or reach out to me, or to you, especially. But he really needed to call you, and you guys go so far back, you knew his dad.

RORY: And now he’s in the middle of dealing with all this sad and practical stuff of his dad’s death and he could really use more visitors – especially you. So go. Please. I want you to.

LORELAI: Well, I’m glad to hear you say this, babe, because I’m sort of pulling up behind you here.

[Rory looks to see the Jeep pull up behind her car.]

[Rory drives away. Lorelai gets out of her car and walks up to the house, also carrying a paper bag. She rings the bell. Chris opens the door.]

[He steps aside and Lorelai enters the house.]

LUKE’S DINER – NEXT MORNING

[A man wearing a Revolutionary War costume enters. Lorelai and Rory are sitting at their table.]

LORELAI: If it’s done at a decibel level rivaling Louis Armstrong blowing a high ‘C’ then yes! I object!

LORELAI: Or Christopher’s. Whoever supplies that girl or boy part of the chromosomes.

LORELAI: Surefire thing to make my head feel less awkward for being attached to my neck.

LORELAI: Have you ever been this hung over? I mean, I don’t want to know because I don’t want to hear about it, but if you have, I am sorry. And if you haven’t, maybe your life has been a little too sheltered. Good night. [She puts her head down on the table.]

[Kirk bursts into the diner half-dressed in a Revolutionary War costume.]

[Lorelai covers her ears.]

[He runs away.]

LORELAI: Oh, he was the pusher. He just did not want to stop talking. Talking led to more drinking. Drinking led to more talking. But it was good.

LORELAI: I wasn’t going to stay that long. I don’t know if he even has many friends any more. All of his old buddies are scattered all around, you know? And his support group is two and heavily into Sesame Street.

LORELAI: Yeah, I know, he needed to vent, you know? And we alternated between feeling bad about his dad and not liking him so much for pretty much being a jerk his whole life.

[Luke walks in.]

[Luke and Lorelai kiss.]

OUTSIDE - BY THE GAZEBO

[A small crowd has gathered to watch.]

[The men turn and run away.]

[A man rides by on a horse.]

[The “brave woman” walks slowly out of the courthouse.]

[The woman shakes her hair out of her face. It is Kirk.]

[The Reverend snickers.]

[The men who went to block the high road return.]

[The children trail off, out of synch.]

[Lorelai leaves.]

ELDER GILMORE POOL HOUSE

[Richard is getting ready for work. Emily lets herself in.]

[He closes the door behind her.]

LORELAI’S HOUSE - DRIVEWAY

[Lorelai is pulling into the driveway in the Jeep and talking on her cell phone.]

[She hangs up, staring at her front yard, which has been turned into an ice rink. Luke is walking toward her with skates in his hand.]

[Luke hands her the skates.]

[They sit as she puts on the skates.]

[He helps her to her feet.]

[She giggles as she starts to skate across the ice.]

[She skates around happily.]

THE END