Lorelai: How are you holding up?
Emily: My feet are killing me.
Lorelai: How's the rest of you?
Emily: The rest of me? The rest of me is fine.
Lorelai: Oh, you know, Mom, she may have written that letter, but he picked you.
Emily: I can't believe you wore those shoes to a funeral.
Lorelai: I'm going to go get a stuffed mushroom now.