Emily: [on the phone] Your grandmother is coming back from Palm Beach. Your father has to run over to her house to open it up for her, and then she will be coming over here for the evening to berate me and tell me that my couch has some sort of smell.
Lorelai: Oh, well, that sounds fun.
Emily: She wants to have lunch - sorry, a luncheon - the day after tomorrow. You, me, your father, and apparently she wants to meet Jason. All we need is that filthy Eminem fellow to make it a perfect afternoon for me.
Lorelai: on Well, I'll try to track him down, Mom, but you know, he might be on tour or something.
Emily: Just be here and be on time, and get your hair cut. You looked like the bird lady from Mary Poppins the last time I saw you.