Emily: You know what? I am tired of all this. I am tired of your attitude toward me. You look at me as a thing of amusement.
Lorelai: I don't.
Emily: Something to be pitied, to feel sorry for. "Poor, out-of-touch Emily. She has nothing. She lives to organize parties and frivolous affairs. Who would want to do that? To be that?"
Lorelai: Mom, I've never thought that.
Emily: If I want a plane, I'll buy a plane.
Lorelai: Okay, good, go for it.
Emily: It's my fault that Rory dropped out of Yale. It's my fault that she didn't go back. It's my fault that she's with Logan. It's my fault that she's not happy. It's my fault. It's all my fault.
Lorelai: It's not your fault.
Emily: That's right, it's not my fault! I did nothing but take care of her. I bought her clothes. I got her a job. I guided her. I threw parties for her and introduced her to new people, new things, and she just... The way she talked to me, you would have been very proud.
Lorelai: No.
Emily: Oh, yes. She looked at me just like you used to, with that defiant, "Who are you to be telling me what to do?" sort of look. Then she left, packed her things and moved out when I wasn't even there to see her go. No "thank you." No "goodbye." You would have been very, very proud.