Emily: Look at these flowers. Baby's breath. What is this, County General?
Lorelai: You look very nice, Mom. I like your dress.
Emily: Cotton tablecloths, folding chairs. It's not supposed to be like this. In my day, people sat in real chairs.
Lorelai: Mom, what's the matter?
Emily: I wanted my granddaughter to be presented to society in a beautiful, elegant ballroom, not a Shakey's.
Lorelai: The room is beautiful, Mom. You're being too critical.
Emily: There's Nan. I'm going to have a little talk with her about the proper height for a taper.