luke danes please

Hey, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t mind seeing a blue eyed- flannel wearing - fast talking - pop tarts lover - sports enthusiast 7 year old running around the crap shack knocking down monkey lamps with his baseball bat as he goes.
I am just saying. Just give it a thought.
Did I mention he should be named Liam, short for William and also because L+L=L, duh!
You know what? We can talk about this later tonight, carry on with your day. Bye.
—  My brain, every morning for the past 9 months.

She picked you.
God knows why.


He’s not good enough for her. Well, who is? Jess? No, not Jess! A prince, maybe! One that’s in line to be king, you know? Not one of those “Waiting for a brother to die” ones. But, a real one. And if not a prince, someone who’s gonna be good for her.

Lorelai: Please, Luke. Please, please, please!
Luke Danes: How many cups have you had this morning?
Lorelai: None.
Luke Danes: Plus?
Lorelai: Five, but yours is better.
Luke Danes: You have a problem.
Lorelai: Yes, I do.
[Luke fills her cup]
Luke Danes: Junkie.
Lorelai: Angel. You’ve got wings, baby.
—  Gilmore Girls - Pilot