Emily: A cigar club? Can you imagine a more disgusting organization to join? Your grandfather now pays money to sit in an enclosed room with a bunch of men and blow smoke in each other's faces. Twice a week he comes home smelling like a flophouse. [Lorelai and Rory are silent] So I finally just confronted him. I said, "Richard, I know you're going through a transitional period here and I encourage your trying out new things, but this seems completely out of character for you." I'm sorry, am I boring you?
Lorelai: No, you're not.
Rory: Sorry, Grandma.