Lorelai: [on the phone] Mom, Rory is going to the dance.
Emily: She is?
Lorelai: Uh-huh.
Emily: That's wonderful! I'm thrilled.
Lorelai: I'm making her dress right now.
Emily: You're making her dress?
Lorelai: Yeah.
Emily: But why?
Lorelai: Well, so she'll look really ugly and people will point and throw rocks.
Emily: Why don't you let me buy her a dress?
Lorelai: Mom, you were thrilled five seconds ago, remember?
Emily: You're not using the curtains, are you?