Emily: You don't have to take that tone with me, Lorelai.
Lorelai: Really, I don't? After you made us do that ridiculous tasting at the house?
Emily: You told me to treat you like any other company.
Lorelai: Oh, but you sat there like the Queen of England, making us jump through hoops and taking ridiculous notes and for what, so you could fire us? Is this payback for me not telling you about the business? Because, I have to say, Mom, even for you, it seems a little extreme.
Emily: I understand you're upset.
Lorelai: Yes, I'm upset! We needed that money, Mom. And I knew that humiliation was part of the package, but I did it because I had to, and just you abruptly firing us is completely wrong!
Emily: I agree, it is wrong.
Lorelai: Well, okay, then as long as you agree it's wrong... Okay.
Emily: [tearful] I'm sorry, Lorelai. I really am. I thought your table was lovely. I thought the food was wonderful. I was really looking forward to this party. I think it might have been the best one I ever put on.
Lorelai: So, then, what happened?
Emily: Oh, you know, times change, Lorelai. Things that were once considered proper and elegant are now considered stuffy and out-of-date.
Lorelai: Like what?
Emily: Like canapes and cocktail parties and the people who plan them.