Rory: Maybe she'll think about it and call you and say she's sorry.
Lorelai: "Mom, I'm getting married." I'm an idiot. And, you know, as my mouth was opening my mind was screaming, "Don't do it. I mean it. You'll regret it." But did my mouth listen?
Rory: No.
Lorelai: And it opened, and the words came out, and Emily was Emily and my mouth was stunned, and my mind said, "I told you so." And then my mouth got mad 'cause no mouth likes to have its nose rubbed in it. And now my mind and mouth aren't talking. It'll be weeks before we get the boys together again.
Rory: Your mouth has a nose?