RORY: It sounds like grandma’s going full steam ahead with this whole party-planning thing.
LORELAI: I know!
RORY: She’s going to kill 400 Cornish game hens, probably with her own bare hands.
LORELAI: Your grandfather just had a heart attack. Your grandmother is not drinking. This isn’t exactly the ideal time to tell them their one and only daughter’s marriage is over.
RORY: I know.
LORELAI: I don’t know what she’ll do. She’s gone bananas. I mean for all I know, she’ll throw a Molotov Mocktail at me.
RORY: I know, but only you can save the Cornish game hens. Save the Cornish game hens!
RORY: You’re folding it wrong!
LORELAI: Is it smaller?
LORELAI: Then it’s not wrong. Let’s go!
“Rory, you can’t just walk out like that. Not after everything we’ve been through. You just left. I was still in bed, I mean, what is that all about?”