Emily: She just kills me, that woman.
Rory: It really wasn't as provocative as you think, Grandma.
Emily: "On my last visit to the office, I noticed the foliage on the right side of the entrance looked a little peaked. We might want to let the gardener know. Ta, ladies."
Rory: Again, it's not exactly Martin Luther nailing the 95 theses to a door.
Emily: It's implying I have no control over my hirelings at the D.A.R. I'm the president. The foliage on the right side of the door, which looks fine, by the way, is my responsibility. This is a direct frontal assault on my leadership. The woman's plotting a coup.