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Lorelai rushes to the hospital to be with Rory as they wait to find out how Richard will recover from his heart attack. Emily blows in in a track suit acting like...herself. She's so worried about Richard that she's more herself than ever before. Lorelai doesn't like the way Emily's handling things, but she's doing the only thing she can: being Emily Gilmore. Logan shows up -- in a helicopter, no less -- worried and ever-loyal to Rory. Everyone is very alarmed to find out that Grandpa will have to have emergency bypass surgery. All of Lorelai's friends emotionally rally to support her, and when Luke finds out (from Babette) about the Gilmore crisis, he immediately goes to the hospital to do whatever he can. Emily presses him into service, which he willingly performs. Meanwhile, Christopher is nowhere to be found. Lorelai calls him repeatedly, to no avail. When he finally shows up, he acts like an ass, and Emily is not impressed. Want more? The full recap starts right below!
Babette and Lorelai are wrestling a big plant out of the CrapShack when Lorelai's cell phone rings. "Holy smoke," says Babette. "I thought that was some sort of alarm on your pants, or somethin'." Lorelai assures her that her pants alarm sounds more like a siren. Apparently, Babette is making a jungle...for her bedroom. Lorelai speaks for all of us: "Enough said!" As Lorelai's house phone now begins to ring, Babette says that she had intended to ask Christopher to help her lug the heavy plant across the yard, but that she hasn't seen him lately. "Well," Lorelai hedges, "his work keeps him busy." Babette says that Chris's work is very mysterious (and very non-existent). "Yeah, he's a man of mystery," Lorelai answers, trying to extricate herself from this conversation, especially when Babette goes on, saying how the real man of mystery is Morey with his new jungle obsession: "After decades in the bedroom, who would have thought that dressing up as a howler monkey would be such a turn-on?" Haaa! Lorelai takes this opportunity to answer her phone, which has not stopped ringing. It's Rory, in a panic, calling to tell Lorelai about Richard. Leaving Babette to yell for Morey, she takes off for the hospital.
Siiiiigh. Rory sits in the hospital waiting room, staring blankly ahead. I don't know how much time you've spent in hospitals, Internet, but nowhere does there exist a more purgatorial emotional vacuum. Rory is in such a state of waiting-roomness, as a matter of fact, that her ringing phone does not even register, and another occupant of the chairs has to point it out to her. It's Lorelai, trying to navigate the hospital corridors by following the painted red line on the floor to the cardiac ICU. I'm going to have a hard time making any jokes here. This is way too much like when my late father experienced his own cardiac aneurysm. My mother and I did all of this: the cell phone thing, the red line on the floor, the cafeteria misery, the quizzing of the doctor, the breakdown in the gift shop. All of it. In fact, I cried throughout this episode, though at times, as you will come upon later in this recap, the crying was out of boredom. Rory gives her mom the update on Richard's condition: he did have an actual heart attack, and is now having an EKG. She has a small meltdown about how everything related to health care is an acronym, and Lorelai hugs her. "Mom," says Rory. "It was awful; he just fell down." Though she might not believe it herself, Lorelai tells Rory that everything's going to be okay.
Moments later, we see Lorelai make what must be at least the second call to Christopher, telling him what's going on. "Hi," she says to his voicemail, "it's me again." She gives him directions on how to find the waiting room, and asks him to call her back. Meanwhile, Rory has gone to the vending machines and spent half of her inheritance on sweet and salty snacks and gross drinks. Lorelai says that she spoke to the girl at Emily's club, who reported that Emily was en route to the hospital. "And what about Dad?" Rory asks. "Well," says Lorelai, uncomfortable, "I don't think he's gotten my messages yet, but he'll be here when he does." They regard the vending machine smorgasbord and determine that they aren't hungry. Rory says that she keeps thinking this whole thing with Richard is a nightmare, but that she knows it's not. "No," Lorelai agrees. "Well, it's a nightmare, but it's not a nightmare nightmare. I know, because I have shoes on." She says that, in her nightmares, she's never wearing shoes. Rory wonders what that means, saying that it doesn't sound too Freudian. "No, for me, a snake is just a snake," says Lorelai. "A slingback is just a slingback." They are interrupted by the doctor, coming out to give an update. Apparently, Richard is doing all right, but is now going to get an angiogram to determine the amount of blockage in his arteries. The doctor pulls his lines straight from the physician bedside manner handbook, vaguely saying that when they see the results of the angiogram, they'll "be able to figure out where we'll go from there." He no doubt feels that this is explanation enough, but these are Gilmores he's dealing with. "Like, where would we go?" Lorelai asks. "Where would we go from there?" The doctor is confused. It is probably unnatural for him to answer a question directly, but he tells them that, should the angiogram reveal a great deal of blockage, Richard will have to have emergency bypass surgery. He ridiculously tells them to try not to worry, and leaves.
Lucky doctor, too, because Emily now blows in WEARING A TRACK SUIT, skipping all the preamble and demanding to know what is going on with Richard. Oh my God, she goes overboard, full-on Emily Gilmore-style, telling off a nurse for being too cheery: "What happened to all the competent people? What I want is the most perfunctory level of competence from the people with whom I interact and that, apparently, is far too much to ask for." Apparently, the people at her club are as stupid as these nurses. They took forty minutes to find her at the club, cell phones having been banned, apparently because of noise pollution. "If that's the reason," she raves on," then they should ban John Abbott because, I'm telling you, every time that man hits a ball, he grunts like a rutting hog." Lorelai and Rory try to calm Emily down as she goes endlessly on, yelling about the club rules, segueing into a story about seeing a drug deal go down in the locker room. "The whole place is going to the dogs," she says, bitching that the club's menu of fatty foods and rare offerings of fish make them responsible for Richard's heart attack. As she freaks out about Omega-3 acids and how three months ago she made Richard agree to eat more fish, Logan arrives in the waiting room. He very kindly asks if there's anything he can do for the family, and goes off to get Emily a cup of tea. "That's a fine young man, Rory," says Emily when Logan leaves. "He's one of the good ones." Logan's kindness causes Emily to have a related thought: "Lorelai, where's Christopher?" As Lorelai hems and haws that he must be on his way...
...Lorelai is saved by the return of the doctor. He shares the bad news that the blockage is worse than they'd hoped, and that Richard will need to go into surgery as soon as possible. As Lorelai and Rory gather up their things to go in to see him, Emily takes a shocked breath. On the way to Richard's room, Emily quizzes the doctor on his educational background. "Mom!" Lorelai interjects, embarrassed, but Dr. Goldstein kindly says it's okay: "I got my B.A. at Yale. I went to medical school at Harvard." Emily turns snottily to Lorelai: "See?!" Lorelai: "See what?"
The party arrives at Richard's room, and as Lorelai steels herself to go inside, Emily gives Richard the update on Dr. G's background. "Well," Richard jokes, "if he does a good job, I'll forget the Harvard part. I'll write that off as a youthful indiscretion." He apologizes to Rory for giving her a scare in class, but she says that she's just glad he's okay and will be more okay after the surgery. Lorelai bumbles through some nervous pleasantries, saying that he looks pretty good. "Well," Richard says, "all in all, I think I'd rather be in Philadelphia." Rory smiles, getting Richard's reference to Ronald Reagan. "Quoting W.C. Fields," Richard adds. Lorelai, of course, can't bring herself to admit how scared she is, so she rambles endlessly on about Philly and cheesesteaks, irritating Emily (who is already irritating Richard about pillows and the size of the room). Mother and daughter get into a snit about pillowcases, bitching to release nervous energy, and finally Richard has had enough: "Tucson," he says weakly, pointing out that although it is awfully dry and people dress horribly there, he would even rather be in Tucson. "Anywhere but here, right Dad?" says Lorelai. "Although...it is awfully dry." Rory: "And so hot!" Emily laughs nervously. They'd all rather be elsewhere. "And you're right about the fashion," says Emily, taking Richard's hands. "Ponchos and all that turquoise. Oh, and men in sandals! Spare me." The American health care experience: Waiting. Irritating. Bloviating. And not communicating.
At Luke's Diner, Zach is happily filling in for Lane, taking over her table-waiting duties. He's very surprised to find out how much he enjoys it. "You're on the inside," Luke says. "Don't let the power go to your head." Loudly, Zach says what's freaking him out is the realization that he could do anything to people's food and they would have no idea and just have to eat it. "Not that I would," he adds, seeing the alarmed faces of some counter customers. Babette comes in to "reluctantly" tell Luke about Richard's heart attack. "Oh my God," says Luke, immediately concerned. "Is he okay?" Babette says she just though Luke would want to know.
Back at the hospital, Lorelai leaves another message for the absent Christopher. She sadly mentions to the uncaring voicemail how small Richard looks in his hospital bed. She remembers, she says, a time when she was a child and climbed a tree from which she saw Richard walking into the house. "He looked so small," she remembers. "It was so strange to see him look like that." She sighs and asks Christopher, again, to call her when he gets these messages.
When Lorelai hangs up, she gets a call from an obviously worried Sookie at the Inn: "How are you? How is everything? What can I do?" Lorelai tiredly gives her the update and Sookie asks again what she can do. She says that she made a bunch of desserts and is sending over a basket right now. (My best friend's mother did the same thing when my father died. I opened the door to find her standing there with her arms full of Tupperware. "I heard about Bill," she said. "And I just started baking." May everyone be blessed with such caring confectioners in their times of need.)
Michel comes into the kitchen and leans over Sookie, worried about Lorelai. They have an irritating conversation with Sookie as the go-between and somehow Sookie, who has access to some very expensive cutlery, does not stab Michel.
Speaking of stabbing, the nursing staff at the hospital is considering using that method on Emily, who has commandeered the nursing station to realign her and Richard's social calendar. She has a downright giddy phone call with the maître d' at their favorite restaurant, telling him that she will have to change their reservations due to Richard's suddenly being called out of town on business. Lorelai is mortified at Emily's chipper demeanor. "Oh, please," Emily rolls her eyes. She says that she's spent years cultivating her relationship with this restaurant, Persephone's: "I'm hardly going to let it all go down the drain in one night." It occurs to her that they should have eaten there more often, given Persephone's excellent seafood menu, particularly their cedar plank salmon. This gets Emily thinking again about the many benefits of healthy Omega-3s, including how it makes the skin "positively glow." Lorelai looks at Emily, confused: "Beauty tips [are] not really high on my list of priorities right now, Mom."
Back in the waiting room, Rory updates Logan on Paris's Operation Finish Line: "So, I told Paris, 'I don't care if it would theoretically increase my chances of getting a grant to go study in Russia, I'm not willing to pretend to be an accomplished rhythmic gymnast!'" Y'all, do you not love rhythmic gymnastics? Screw that balance beam stuff! I could whirl some ribbons around, no problem. Shoot, sometimes, when intoxicated, AB Chao and I have been known to jitterbug, and I can easily sling her around my head while she does flips in the manner of a Russian. Well, while she drinks a White Russian. See you at the summer Olympics! We're going to blow them away! Rory can't help noticing that Logan's phone is practically buzzing off the table, but he won't answer it: "I'll text them back in a minute. Rory, right now I don't need to do anything but be right here with you." Rory is touched: "Well, you know who's going to be mad at me? Paris. Because right now I'm missing a GRE prep course and tea with the Branford librarian."
Lorelai continues to follow Emily around the hospital as she blathers about her schedule, particularly the book club meeting she'll be missing, which is something of a relief, since she didn't read the assigned book: "Whatever gives Susannah Shaw the idea that the rest of us share her barbaric interest in Cormac McCarthy is beyond me." Here, I had to pause the Tivo to listen to my husband's now infamous mini-lecture on the evils of Cormac McCarthy and how he is destroying historical literature or something. I don't know, people. He's been in grad school for nearly four years now. I surely cannot be expected to give even half a damn at this point. Emily is momentarily distracted from her appointment book when she and Lorelai turn the corner and see Luke at the nurses' station. "Oh, no," Emily drones. "Not him again. What's he doing here?" She wanders off as Luke approaches Lorelai, telling her that he heard about Richard from Babette and just came straight to the hospital: "Now that I'm here, I realize I might be in the way, but if there's anything I want to do, I want to do it." Aw. Luke says that he doesn't want to cause any problems or anything. "I mean," he explains, "I don't want to make him feel..." Lorelai interrupts that Christopher hasn't arrived yet: "But, I'm sure he'll be here any second." She thanks him for coming, but says that there's nothing he can really do. "Yes, there is," Emily says, suddenly interrupting. She basically commands Luke to drive to Yale and pick up Richard's car. Lorelai frantically insists that that's too much to ask, but Luke says that it's no problem. Actually, it will no doubt be kind of an ordeal for him. Lorelai, humiliated that Emily is ordering Luke around -- Emily even asks Luke to fill Richard's tank with gas, insisting that he get the highest grade -- repeats that Luke does not have to do any of this. "Seriously," Luke assures Lorelai, "it's no problem." Even when Emily reminds Luke that the Jaguar is a fine European car and "not a lawnmower," Luke kindly insists that he's happy to help; he won't even take any money for the gas. "Oh," Emily adds, "if you don't mind terribly, I need someone to make sure that the path to the front door is shoveled." Lorelai: "Mother! Stop!" Fortunately for Luke, before Emily can command him to repaint the garage or something, she is interrupted by a call from the fish man. "Sorry," Lorelai apologizes awkwardly to Luke. "She read an article about how fish can prevent heart attacks, and now she thinks it's the key to everything." Luke sweetly says that fish is good, and Lorelai watches him go with a wistful smile.
Luke makes it out just in time, as a matter of fact, because as she hangs up her call, Emily insists that Lorelai run after him to have him meet the fish man at the house with a check. Lorelai refuses, saying that Luke has been asked to do way too much already. "Well," Emily shrills, "this is important." Lorelai still doesn't understand what is going on with Emily and this whole fish thing, incredulously asking, "It's important to have fish at the house right now?" Rory steps in, no doubt defusing a Gilmorian showdown, and volunteers herself and Logan to go meet the fish man at the house and pick up some of Richard's stuff while they're there. "Wait a minute," says Lorelai. "I'll do that. You pay the fish man and I'll get some of Grandpa's stuff! Then you have a job and I have a job." Rory tells her that going to the house is one job and that she can handle it. Plus, she adds, "somebody needs to stay here and look after Grandma." Lorelai sighs: "Fine." Rory starts to say that if Lorelai really wants her to stay, she will, but Lorelai reluctantly declines: "No, fine. She's my mother." Rory: "Well, you're my mother." Lorelai: "Exactly! It's a tangled web." (Oh, I feel you, Lorelai. It so is. In fact, my own grandmother just got out of the hospital, and the hourly calls of rage I get from my mother are somewhat Gilmore-esque, usually culminating in such pronouncements as "The woman is impossible!" "Yes, I know," I say, and can only laugh as my future flashes before my eyes.) As Emily goes again to harass the nurses about using their fax machine, Lorelai looks once more at her cell phone, hoping for any sign of a call from Christopher.
Meanwhile, back at the CrapShack, Babette is struggling with Paul Anka, who is refusing to walk down the front steps to do his business. She calls Lorelai to tell her about it, but first asks how Richard's doing. Getting the update that he's okay, but in surgery, Babette assures Lorelai that Richard will be all right. "He's a very vital man, your dad. Lots of chi, you know." Lorelai awkwardly responds that she didn't realize Babette had noticed Ricahrd's chi. "Oh, yeah," Babette says, "your daddy's got it in spades. Sexy men like your dad often do. That's what makes 'em so sexy -- they're ripe with life!" Heee. Poor Lorelai thanks her, but Babette goes on: "He's like Warren Beatty, your dad. Or Sean Connery? Or, who's that one I always found so sexy? The evil politician with the glasses? Henry Kissinger. You might not agree with his politics; you might have lived through Vietnam and thought, 'Wow, that man is the devil,' but you can't deny that he's sexy, and you know why? Chi." Oh, praise God they used Kissinger and not Cheney for that. Lorelai, probably desperate to change the subject from the sexiness of her dad, asks how Paul Anka is doing. Babette reports that she can't get him down the stairs: "He's a no-go!" Lorelai directs Babette to lay something down for him, Paul Anka being quirkily afraid of the porch steps. For this, Babette sacrifices her own coat, and Paul Anka charges down the steps. Lorelai, touched that Babette would do all this and call to check on her, thanks her friend.
At the Gilmore manse, Logan does a little vaudeville on the phone with the fish man, trying to give him directions to the house: "Turn left. Right. No, I mean, that's correct. Right. Correct!" Rory laughs, saying that she's going to book the Palace Theatre for Logan and the Fish Man. "The Fish Man and Logan," Logan corrects her. Rory is surprised that he'd give up top billing. Logan shrugs: "He's the one who can juggle." Cute, but that is where the cuteness ends. For, as Rory asks Logan to talk about business to distract her from the Grandpa emergency, he tells her that he is trying to buy another internet company and, I have to tell you, it is the most boring conversation ever. The gist: Logan's going to put up $3 million of his own trust fund to purchase the company, since his dad rejected the idea. "I have to move fast," he says, excited. Rory uses her newly developed economic knowledge to chat with him about it, and that he is impressed with her business-speak. She says that she has really enjoyed Richard's business class, and as she talks and packs up what seems to be Richard's entire study, she realizes again what's going on with her dear Grandpa. Logan again reassures Rory that Richard will be okay.
Back at the hospital, Lorelai and Emily navigate the grossness of the hospital cafeteria choices. "That's a quiche?" Emily says, alarmed. "That blobby, white thing? The audacity of charging money for this!" Lorelai shrugs, saying that it's just hospital food. "What's that supposed to mean?" Emily snaps. Lorelai says, you know, it's a cliché, hospital food being bad. "Clichés are just true things people are tired of being true," Emily points out. Like, hospital food being bad and stuff like "a penny saved is a penny earned." Lorelai argues that that's not a cliché, but an overused saying. "Well," Emily says, "some overused sayings are true, like 'Children should be seen and not heard.'" Lorelai adds a good overused one: "Mother knows best." Emily shoots back, from the hip: "If you don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all." Thank you, writers, for this tiptoe through the damn Farmer's Almanac, but can we get on with it? Once again, Emily's phone rings, and she thoughtlessly leaves Lorelai responsible for the food while she traipses off to speak with Richard's attorney. Lorelai, silently steaming, follows Emily to the table to hear her mother speaking of Richard's standard and living wills. "Mom," asks Lorelai, "what was that?" She's furious that Emily seems to be thinking of the will right now -- "You want to make sure's leaving you the Mercedes AND the Jag?" -- but Emily insists that she's just being pragmatic. Disgusted, Lorelai says that she's not hungry anymore, and leaves her mother there to eat alone.
Back at the house, Logan and Rory are gathering the veritable hoard of supplies they plan to take back to the hospital. Rory has pulled what seems to be hundreds of albums to take along with the portable record player, including some Gershwin and Scott Joplin. "Although," she pauses, "Scott Joplin might be a little zazzley for the hospital." Logan: "Yeah, I don't know what their policy on ragtime is." I mention these details because this scene, while it might have been cute and Gilmorian if it had lasted thirty seconds, ended up going on for, I don't know, thirty days. At one point, I got distracted by something, and had to leave the room, and I came back and it was still going on. I was painfully reminded of a play I did in high school, Ah, Wilderness!, which featured a scene in which another actress and I had to set a huge table while having a circular conversation about nothing. It took forever for me to learn to get it right without ending up with all the plates on one side of the table. Such is the situation here with Rory and Logan going through lists of composers in the record box; locations in the house where Grandpa's favorite Bing 45 could be found; the humor stylings of the Fish Man; Emily's vast collection of shoes; and other books to take from Richard's bedside. The upshot? Rory finally pauses to thank Logan sincerely for being there and helping her with everything. "You don't have to thank me," he says. "There's nowhere else I'd rather be." Oh, FINE. I like Logan!
Emily finds Lorelai morosely picking around the gift shop. Lorelai rolls her eyes yet again when her mother starts going over all of the will stuff. I imagine the ominous strains of violins as I see the emotional tornado bearing down on the gift shop. Lorelai bitches that she doesn't want to talk about the will right now: "You're acting like Dad is dead. Dad is not dead." Terse, Emily says that when Richard was in the hospital six years ago, they were caught completely unaware: "So we made a plan. And I am simply following through on the plan." Lorelai gets ugly, asking whether the plan included chatting up Persephone's and ordering tons of fish to keep her skin glowing, and happily discussing Richard's resuscitation desires with the lawyers: "Dad could be dying, and you're dealing with phone calls and checklists. You're not his secretary, Mom. You're his wife." Oh, it's on. "Yes," Emily says, beginning to tear up. "And what would you know about being a wife? You've been married for what, forty days? That is nothing." She spirals through the life she's led with Richard over the last forty years: "For two-thirds of my life, I have been the wife of Richard Gilmore. That's what I do. I take care of him. It's my job and it's what I am. And if I could be performing his surgery right now, I would be, but I can't. It's out of my hands. It's out of my hands and all I can do is wait!" Now, Emily really breaks down: "I could lose him, Lorelai. He's my whole life and there's nothing I can do!" Lorelai finally gets it, and grabs a package of tissues off the shelf. "I'm sorry," Emily cries. "This is inappropriate." Lorelai tells her that it isn't, and they bond over the stolen tissues. They don't go so far as to hug or anything, but we can't ask for too much.
Later, we see Emily and Lorelai further sharing this emotional crisis the only way they really can: Lorelai supplies her mom with that universal pain reliever, Milk Duds. "They stick in your teeth," Emily says. "But yes, they are good." Rory and Logan look on in mild surprise at this moment of calm between mother and daughter. Dr. Goldstein comes out to say that Richard has come through the surgery well, but is groggy and tired: "After he gets some rest, you can all visit with him, but for now, maybe just his wife." Lorelai smiles at her mom and tells her to say hello to Richard for all of them.
Emily smiles back and goes in to see Richard, to whom she manically reports on all her activities. "Sounds just fine, Emily," he says, looking at her sweetly as she gives her Emmy-deserving speech about the fish she's ordered. "Sounds just fine."
Outside the hospital, Lorelai makes yet another call to Christopher's voicemail. She tells him that Richard is out of surgery, and that she wanted him to know the good news: "Because...I'm your wife, and I think that's what I'm supposed to do. No idea how to be your wife, but I'm trying." She says that she knows he's upset, and she knows they had a fight, but that all her friends have been calling and showing up to be there for her, but that he, her husband, is not there: "And, it's not okay, Chris, you know? It's not okay."
Back in Grandpa's room, Lorelai sits by Richard's side as Rory plays him his favorite Bing and talks Milton Freidman. "The guy who sang 'Spirit In The Sky'?" Lorelai asks, confused. "No," Richard groggily says, "that was Norman Greenbaum." Sweet. Both Rochard and Lorelai are impressed with Rory's knowledge of economic theory, and Lorelai asks if Richard's still thinking he'd rather be in Philadelphia. No, he says, he's feeling good about New Haven now. As Richard drifts off to sleep, Lorelai tells Rory that she's glad to see her so happy with Logan. "He's not half bad, that kid," she says. "He's almost okay!" Rory agrees that Logan's all right. "Hey, um, Mom?" asks Rory, suddenly serious. "Do you know where Dad is?" Lorelai sighs. "No, honey," she says. "For all I know, maybe he's in Philadelphia."
Later, in the hall, Lorelai, Rory, and Logan follow Emily as the doctor tells her about Richard's excellent prognosis. Lorelai sees Luke and hangs back. He's just dropping off food he's made for the family. "So," he asks, "how's he looking?" Lorelai smiles: "He's looks good. Big. Tall." Luke smiles, too. "That's good. He's tall. He's a big man." It's silly, but sweet. While they're talking, Christopher shows up. He blanches when he sees Luke listing the food he's brought -- including a bag full of seafood for Emily -- and strolls coldly up to them. "Hi, you're here!" says Lorelai, while, instead of grabbing his wife and saying how sorry he is, Chris stares down Luke. "I should go," Luke says quickly, moving to leave. Not willing to let the moment pass without some dick-measuring, Chris snaps, "Yeah, you should." Everybody mail your "Shut up, Rory" tees back to Glark, okay? Because I think he can probably get "Fuck off, Christopher" embroidered over the original design. Luke pauses only to give Christopher a cold "I'd kill you if she wasn't standing here" look, tells Lorelai again that he's glad Richard is okay, and leaves. Without even a cursory "how are you doing?" to his wife, Chris makes a snide remark about how Lorelai obviously didn't think Christopher was coming. Desperately, Lorelai tries to explain that Luke just showed up, that she didn't know he would be there. As she flails and Christopher tells her he doesn't want to discuss it, Rory and Logan walk up with Emily. Christopher gives Rory a "hi, kiddo," and she invites him to come back with her and see Grandpa. Emily's face, meanwhile, is speaking a thousand words. Though she's only seen a moment of it, she's feeling the true weight of whatever's going on between Christopher and her daughter. "It'll be all right," Emily coolly tells Lorelai as they watch Christopher walk away. Based on their earlier discussion, Emily adds an appropriate overused phrase: "Every cloud has a silver lining." Lorelai: "Thanks, Mom." Emily shrugs: "Well, blood is thicker than water."