Emily: What do you want me to say? Everything's fine. It's forgotten. There. I'll see you next week.
Lorelai: So I guess the whole pudding thing was just a fluke, huh? Trying to get to know us, easing up on the rules smudging that bottom line of yours. It was just some weird phase. What, you were on cold medicine last week or something?
Emily: Oh, so I'm a villain now, is that it? I spent a fortune on this party. I spent days planning it, making sure every detail was perfect the food, the linen, the music. I did all this for Rory.
Lorelai: Well, that's not what she needed, Mom. What she needs is for you to accept her apology and come to her party. That's what she needs. You don't care what she needs.
Emily: How dare you?
Lorelai: You don't know what she needs 'cause you don't know her. You've never tried to know her, like you never knew me.
Emily: Oh, I know you.
Lorelai: Please, you don't know anything about me.
Emily: Oh, you'd like to think that, wouldn't you? That you're just some huge mystery to me ? "Why does Lorelai do that?" "I don't know. She's a mystery to me." Well, you're not so mysterious, Lorelai.
Lorelai: No, no. What am I then?
Emily: Well, right now you're very loud and disruptive to the entire cleaning process. For God's sake, what do I have to do to get you to put the damn cheese in individual bags?