Lorelai: [on the phone] So, then we're all confirmed. Great. Thanks so much for your help. Okay. Bye. [hangs up] Yes.
Rory: That was an evil "yes".
Lorelai: Not an evil "yes". It's a "Yes, I'm pretty, but, hello, I'm smart" kind of a "yes".
Rory: Oh, my mistake.
Lorelai: So here's the deal. I go into my facial just as my mother is finishing her Salt Glow which will end 10 minutes after I've hit my scalp treatment which puts me in the Watsu massage pool six minutes into her back facial. In fact, the day is so well planned, I won't see her until dinner which will be cut short by the food poisoning I plan to contract.
Rory: You are 12 and disgusting.
Lorelai: I am trapped and desperate.
Rory: You really think you can avoid Grandma the entire weekend?
Lorelai: Hey, I'm nothing if not a great organizer.