Emily: Maybe you don't like the fact that she has a place away from you. Someplace that's just her own.
Lorelai: I said I was fine.
Emily: Or maybe because it's so large and spacious and has four solid walls around the bathtub.
Lorelai: Excuse me?
Emily: I mean, it might not be exciting or bohemian but at least it doesn't have shovels propped up against the sofa, does it?
Lorelai: I'm sorry. I missed the checkered flag. When did the argument start?
Emily: Is it because it's not a shack in the woods? Or is it the proximity to me that's making you so uncomfortable?
Lorelai: What are you talking about?
Emily: You hated us that much?
Lorelai: What?
Emily: You had to take that little girl away. That was bad enough. But to that? To live there in a shed like a hobo?
Lorelai: Who uses the word 'hobo' anymore?
Emily: I saw it! I saw that horrible little pit you so proudly ran to. I saw what you chose over your own family. You'd have lived in the gutter, in the street, in a cardboard box anywhere as long as you didn't have to be near us.