Lorelai: [on the phone] Mom, hi, listen. Rory kind of explained what happened last night, and how you were really great about it. I just wanted to thank you. I mean, I don't know all the details, but I'm sure it all could've been way worse, and you keeping your cool like that was really, really nice. Thanks.
Emily: How can you let your daughter be with that abominable thug?
Lorelai: Mom...
Emily: First he arrives late, how disrespectful is that? Then he's rude to Rory, rude to me.
Lorelai: Mom...
Emily: Oh, and that attitude, I wanted to slap that monosyllabic mouth of his. And God forbid they're in another accident together or his heap of a car breaks down and Lord Jim has decided cell phones are beneath him and they're stranded in the middle of nowhere. How can you let this happen? He had a black eye. He belongs in jail!