Emily: It sounds like grandma's going full steam ahead with this whole party-planning thing.
Lorelai: I know.
Emily: She's going to kill 400 Cornish game hens. Probably with her own bare hands.
Lorelai: Your grandfather just had a heart attack. Your grandmother is not drinking. This isn't exactly the ideal time to tell them their only daughter's marriage is over.
Rory: I know.
Lorelai: I don't know what she'll do. She's gone bananas. For all I know, she'll throw a molotov mocktail at me.
Rory: I know, but only you can save the Cornish game hens. Save the Cornish game hens!