[Emily is waiting on a wounded Lorelai, against the latter's wishes. She sets a plate of food down.]
Emily
There ya' go.
Mom, I think… somebody already ate that.
Emily
That is a mashed banana on toast.
Emily
I used to make this all the time for you when you were a little girl.
Emily
Yes! Whenever you got sick, I made this.
You sure it wasn't the other way around?
[Emily preparing to take a picture of Rory in her dance dress]
Emily
Okay, Rory, come in here please.
[walks in with a bib on her neck, eating tacos, still wearing her boots] Hey Grandma!
Emily
[not amused with what she saw, telling Lorelai] She has lived with you too long.
Mother, Grandma is a very old woman, I highly doubt that she's going to remember everything she ever bought you.
Emily
She will remember down to the very last shrimp fork and do you know why?
No. [to statue of two dogs] Do you guys know why?
Emily
Because she doesn't just give you a present, she gives you a present and she tells you where to put it, how to use it, what it costs - for insurance purposes of course - and God forbid you should have a different opinion or you don't think it works in the space or you just get tired of waking up every morning with those horrifying animals staring at you!
[to the dogs] She's just upset.
Emily
Stop talking to the dogs!
[At Friday dinner, Rory wants family baby pictures from Emily for a school project.]
And I need some of Mom, too.
I thought we already had this conversation.
Yeah, but I don't believe you.
Emily
I don't have any baby pictures of your mother.
How could you not have any baby pictures of Mom?
Emily
Because, when your mother was seven, I came downstairs and found her burning all of her baby pictures.
Why would you do that? I'm sure you were a cute baby.
Emily
She was. She was very cute.
Emily
… in most respects.
Emily
I don't see what the problem is. You certainly grew into it.
Emily
As a child, your mother had an unusually large head.
The best thing about it was that she would tell me — constantly. My first complete sentence was, "Big Head want dolly".
[Lorelai has to model in a charity event for Booster Club that her mother made her get involved in.]
Ugh, they totally just snuck that modeling thing in.
Hmm, my mom's a model. Maybe you'll get to date Leonardo DiCaprio now.
Plus, now I have to plan the whole stupid thing.
"Lorelai Gilmore". Nope, doesn't sound model-y enough. You need something that stands out more. How about "Waffle"? We could call you Waffle and say you're from Belgium.
[Lorelai dials her cellphone.]
Okay, I'm crabby, I need to do something about it. [on phone] Hey Mom!
Emily
Well, hello.
So I went to my first Booster meeting last night, did Bitty tell you?
Emily
No, she did not.
Oh, well, maybe she's still stuck under that desk. You might want to send someone out there to look.
Emily
Well, it's certainly nice to hear you finally getting involved.
Yes, in fact we're planning a charity fashion show next weekend, and I volunteered to organize it.
Emily
Well, good for you.
Yes, and since I know how concerned you are about how Rory's perceived at Chilton, I knew you'd want to be involved somehow, so you're gonna be one of the models.
Emily
Excuse me?
Yeah, so it's next Saturday, be there at four, and we'll provide hair and makeup.
Emily
Lorelai, you can't be serious.
Oh, and we'll need your measurements also.
Emily
This is ridiculous.
Mom. You said you wanted me to be involved. Well, I'm involved now. Don't you want to do your part to ensure Rory's future?
Emily
All right.
[Lorelai hangs up.]