Emily: What kind of mother are you to allow this?
Lorelai: Oh, I don't know. What kind of mother were you?
Emily: You're gonna lose her. You're gonna lose her just like I lost you.
Lorelai: I am not gonna lose her. Do you hear me? Even if I hadn't gotten pregnant, you still would have lost me. I had nothing in that house. I had no life, no air. You strangled me. I do not strangle Rory.
Emily: Oh, you're so perfect, and I was so horrible. I put you in good schools. I gave you the best of everything. I made sure you had the finest opportunities. And I am so tired of hearing about how you were suffocated and I was so controlling. Well, if I was so controlling why couldn't I control you getting pregnant and throwing your life away?
Lorelai: Get out.
Emily: What?
Lorelai: You will not come into my house and tell me I threw my life away. Look around, Mom. This is a life. It has a little color, so it may look unfamiliar to you. But it's a life. And if I hadn't gotten pregnant, I wouldn't have Rory.
Emily: You know that's not what I meant.
Lorelai: Maybe I was some horrible, uncontrollable child like you say but Rory isn't. She's smart and careful, and I trust her. And she's gonna be fine. And if you can't accept or believe that, then I don't want you in this house!