Emily: Yes, it is Thanksgiving. And before you sift through the dozen or so excuses you always have on hand, let me have my say. You've missed two dinners and avoided my calls because you're mad at us about what happened at Yale. But I want you and Rory at Thanksgiving this year.
Lorelai: Mom...
Emily: If you have plans...
Lorelai: We do have plans.
Emily: Alter them. Now, there'll be other people there, so the focus won't be on you, and you may even be able to get by without saying more than "hello", "goodbye", and "pass the gravy".
Lorelai: We already have plans.
Emily: Your father and I are going out of town the next day and we'll be gone all of December, including Christmas, so it's the last chance for the family to be together for the rest of the year.
Lorelai: Look...
Emily: And I want you to remember that I am not the one who set the meeting for Rory behind your back. I want you there, Lorelai. And if you're still sick, I don't want a doctor's note. I want your doctor himself to come to my house and convince me that it's true, got it?
Lorelai: Got it.
Emily: See you tomorrow.