Lorelai: I almost forgot about the obituary.
Rory: What about the obituary?
Lorelai: The paper wrote something, but Dad thinks it's not good enough, so I have to rewrite her death announcement. I should let Mom do it. I believe it would go, "Yay!"

Lorelai: Where's the maid? You got a condolence moat going on out here.
Emily: I told Hilda to take the day off. Nothing's happening here.
Lorelai: I think every delivery boy in town would beg to differ.
Emily: What? Oh, those. Just put those anywhere. I have to finish reading The Crimson Petal and The White for my book club. Sookie, what a pleasant surprise! What are you doing here?
Lorelai: I brought Sookie so she could check what equipment she's going to need for the wake. And who the hell are you?!
Sookie: I'm so sorry, Emily.
Emily: About what?
Sookie: Well, about Richard's mother dying.
Emily: Are you? Huh. Would you like a cigarette?
Sookie: No, thank you.
Emily: Well, then, more for me.
Sookie: I think she broke.

Lorelai: Mom, what's going on?
Sookie: I am just gonna go to the kitchen.
Lorelai: Mom!
Emily: Lorelai, please, I'm reading. If you're going by the bar, my drink could use a little freshening up.
Lorelai: Your drink is fresh enough! And put that cigarette out!

Jason: Hey, I didn't know you were gonna be here.
Lorelai: Oh, yeah, well, the white rabbit ran by. I chased him, fell down a hole, and here I am.
Jason: So, how's everybody doing?
Lorelai: Well, Dad's a mess, and Mom starts work at the truck stop next week.

Lorelai: Mom, I know how hurt you are. That letter was terrible. But there's still a lot of stuff that has to get done.
Emily: I know. You're right. Say, I've got an idea. Why don't you call Pennilyn Lott and have her plan the funeral?
Lorelai: Mom.
Emily: I mean, she's the one that was supposed to be planning it anyhow, so I say let her do it.
Emily: You need something, Sookie?
Sookie: I was just wondering if it's going to be okay to set up a buffet in the dining room.
Emily: I don't know. What do you think Pennilyn Lott would do? You think she'd set it up in the dining room? Because personally, I think we should just toss some cheese cubes in the coffin, stuff some toothpicks in her mouth, and let the people go to town.

Emily: Jason. Your father loves that boy.
Lorelai: I know he does.
Emily: You know who else would love that boy? Pennilyn Lott.
Lorelai: I'm gonna go get started on those thank-you cards.
Emily: Remember to thank Pennilyn Lott just for being Pennilyn Lott.

Rory: [on the phone] No, it was really interesting, actually. I mean, I never knew all of these things about Gran.
Lorelai: Really, was the extra-toe thing in there?
Rory: No, but did you know that she took care of wounded soldiers that were shipped back here during World War II? She also studied at the Sorbonne and at Oxford and met three presidents.
Lorelai: Oh. Which ones?
Rory: Kennedy, Johnson, and Nixon. There's this amazing picture of her frowning at Nixon like she knew he was up to something.
Lorelai: Really?
Rory: Yeah, she was some kind of something, wasn't she?

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.

Emily: Your tie is crooked. Have you eaten?
Richard: Oh, yes. Every five minutes, it seems a young man would show up at my side with a tray of food. Your doing, I suppose.
Emily: Could be. There, that's better.

Lorelai: How are you doing?
Rory: I'm feeling sadder about Gran, but feeling sadder is making me feel less guilty about not feeling sad, so things are looking up.
Lorelai: Good.