Emily: This little rinky-dink cart has nothing.
Lorelai: Dad got the big one?
Emily: He stole it away in the dark of night, so I'm stranded. I had our minister over a couple of days ago, and he had to go without his whiskey sour.
Lorelai: I bet he excommunicated you on the spot.
Emily: I've got vermouth, but no gin. Perfect.