Chapter 1: those mothers, those daughters
Lorelai: Could someone pass me the potatoes please?
Emilie: I don't know why you had to mind someone else's business, Richard.
Richard: Emilie, please, I do not have to explain business matters to anyone, and it's surely inappropriate to do such at the dinner table.
Emilie: Well, I'm sorry if I'm being so unbearable to you.
Lorelai: Hello? Daughter here. Need potatoes.
Richard: I never said you're such, Emilie.
Emilie: Oh, you might as well just said it Richard, because that's what your behavior says.
Lorelai: Okay, if I'm getting out of here dying from the lack of food, I am not coming back with, nor without Rory again, so someone please pass me the potatoes before my stomach will start making noises so loud that you won't be able to hear me escaping!
(Emilie passes her the potatoes)
Richard: I don't find you unbearable, Emilie, you're putting words in my mouth.
Emilie: I'm not saying one word more than what I already have. This is, like you said, inappropriate during a dinner with our daughter.
Richard: Fine.
Emilie: Fine.
Lorelai: (to herself) This is gonna be the longest Friday dinner in history.
[A bit later that night, Lorelai and Emilie are sitting at the lounge]
Lorelai: So you wanna tell me what you and Dad were fighting about?
Emilie: I don't want to talk about it.
Lorelai: It can help.
Emilie: I seriously doubt that.
Lorelai: That bad, huh?
Emilie: What do you mean, Lorelai?
Lorelai: Well, the last time you acted this way was when I got pregnant.
Emilie: Your father got his business in trouble because of his hot temper and this is not the first time. (Emilie sighs) I don't want to say something more, or I'll say something that I might regret soon.
Lorelai: Maybe you should talk to him about it.
Emilie: I did, Lorelai.
Lorelai: No, I mean without yelling and shouting, just talking.
Emilie: Well, I guess I could try doing that. But not until he calms down first.
Lorelai: That's good, mom. Whoa. Wait a minute. Did we just agree on something?
Emilie: I think we have.
Lorelai: This can't be good.
Emilie: Oh, it is good...
Lorelai: This isn't happening.
Emilie: Oh, yes it is... You and I agree on something!
Lorelai: I need a drink.
[Saturday morning, Lorelai and Rory are walking to the diner]
Lorelai: I am dying for some eggs... Or pancakes... Wait, did I say "or?" oh my god, what was I thinking? "And" is the word.
Rory: And seems to be very well suited.
Lorelai: I love and.
Rory: And is a good word.
Lorelai: And... I'll have some coffee AND some more coffee.
Rory: Coffee is even better than and.
Lorelai: Right on, sister.
Rory: So mum, how was last night?
Lorelai: Oh, the horror!
Rory: Didn't go very well, huh?
Lorelai: Heh, didn't go very well is an understatement.
Rory: I do that.
Lorelai: Quite often, in fact.
Rory: Indeed. So what happened?
Lorelai: Well, grandma hit grandpa over the head with a pan and then we all drank whiskey and danced around drunk.
Rory: We all?
Lorelai: The maid was there, too.
Rory: Sounds reasonable.
Lorelai: If only you were there. (they walk into the diner and look around to see there are no empty tables, just a booth) ok what's wrong with this picture?
Rory: I can't see the picture, too many people.
Lorelai: Where are we gonna sit?
Rory: There's an empty booth over here.
Lorelai: oh, but I don't wanna sit at a booth!
Rory: This one's fine. (Rory sits and then Lorelai follows with a frown) I know how to cheer you up... Just watch Luke. (they look over at Luke almost dropping plates and Lorelai laughs hysterically)
Lorelai: This is why I love you!
Rory: Oh, I thought you love me because I'm smart.
Lorelai: Yeah, that too.
Lorelai: Could someone pass me the potatoes please?
Emilie: I don't know why you had to mind someone else's business, Richard.
Richard: Emilie, please, I do not have to explain business matters to anyone, and it's surely inappropriate to do such at the dinner table.
Emilie: Well, I'm sorry if I'm being so unbearable to you.
Lorelai: Hello? Daughter here. Need potatoes.
Richard: I never said you're such, Emilie.
Emilie: Oh, you might as well just said it Richard, because that's what your behavior says.
Lorelai: Okay, if I'm getting out of here dying from the lack of food, I am not coming back with, nor without Rory again, so someone please pass me the potatoes before my stomach will start making noises so loud that you won't be able to hear me escaping!
(Emilie passes her the potatoes)
Richard: I don't find you unbearable, Emilie, you're putting words in my mouth.
Emilie: I'm not saying one word more than what I already have. This is, like you said, inappropriate during a dinner with our daughter.
Richard: Fine.
Emilie: Fine.
Lorelai: (to herself) This is gonna be the longest Friday dinner in history.
[A bit later that night, Lorelai and Emilie are sitting at the lounge]
Lorelai: So you wanna tell me what you and Dad were fighting about?
Emilie: I don't want to talk about it.
Lorelai: It can help.
Emilie: I seriously doubt that.
Lorelai: That bad, huh?
Emilie: What do you mean, Lorelai?
Lorelai: Well, the last time you acted this way was when I got pregnant.
Emilie: Your father got his business in trouble because of his hot temper and this is not the first time. (Emilie sighs) I don't want to say something more, or I'll say something that I might regret soon.
Lorelai: Maybe you should talk to him about it.
Emilie: I did, Lorelai.
Lorelai: No, I mean without yelling and shouting, just talking.
Emilie: Well, I guess I could try doing that. But not until he calms down first.
Lorelai: That's good, mom. Whoa. Wait a minute. Did we just agree on something?
Emilie: I think we have.
Lorelai: This can't be good.
Emilie: Oh, it is good...
Lorelai: This isn't happening.
Emilie: Oh, yes it is... You and I agree on something!
Lorelai: I need a drink.
[Saturday morning, Lorelai and Rory are walking to the diner]
Lorelai: I am dying for some eggs... Or pancakes... Wait, did I say "or?" oh my god, what was I thinking? "And" is the word.
Rory: And seems to be very well suited.
Lorelai: I love and.
Rory: And is a good word.
Lorelai: And... I'll have some coffee AND some more coffee.
Rory: Coffee is even better than and.
Lorelai: Right on, sister.
Rory: So mum, how was last night?
Lorelai: Oh, the horror!
Rory: Didn't go very well, huh?
Lorelai: Heh, didn't go very well is an understatement.
Rory: I do that.
Lorelai: Quite often, in fact.
Rory: Indeed. So what happened?
Lorelai: Well, grandma hit grandpa over the head with a pan and then we all drank whiskey and danced around drunk.
Rory: We all?
Lorelai: The maid was there, too.
Rory: Sounds reasonable.
Lorelai: If only you were there. (they walk into the diner and look around to see there are no empty tables, just a booth) ok what's wrong with this picture?
Rory: I can't see the picture, too many people.
Lorelai: Where are we gonna sit?
Rory: There's an empty booth over here.
Lorelai: oh, but I don't wanna sit at a booth!
Rory: This one's fine. (Rory sits and then Lorelai follows with a frown) I know how to cheer you up... Just watch Luke. (they look over at Luke almost dropping plates and Lorelai laughs hysterically)
Lorelai: This is why I love you!
Rory: Oh, I thought you love me because I'm smart.
Lorelai: Yeah, that too.