Lorelai: Hey, was Rachel pretty?
Sookie: What?
Lorelai: I'm just curious, was she pretty?
Sookie: She was pretty.
Lorelai: Like, what kind of pretty?
Sookie What do you mean "what kind of pretty"?
Lorelai: I mean, like, was she a Catherine Zeta-Jones kind of pretty or a Michelle Pfeiffer-y pretty or...
Sookie: She was an Elle MacPherson kind of pretty.
Lorelai: Really.
Sookie Yup.
Lorelai: That's an intense kind of pretty.
Sookie: You're not kidding.
Lorelai: I never pictured Luke with an Elle MacPherson kind of pretty.
Sookie: No? Pictured him more with a Lorelai Gilmore kind of pretty?
Lorelai: Oh, the air up here must be very thin because you're delirious.
Sookie: And you're jealous.
Lorelai: What?
Sookie: You're jealous of Rachel.
Lorelai: You're accusing me of being jealous of a woman who dumped a man I'm not even interested in five years ago?
Sookie: Yes.
Lorelai: And you don't think that's crazy?
Sookie: Oh I do think that's crazy.
Lorelai: Right, I'm not jealous.
Sookie: Yeah you are.
Lorelai: Hi, Mom.
Emily: Lorelai, my goodness, this is a surprise. Is it Easter already?
Lorelai: (sounding uncomfortable) No, I just, uh, finished up my business class and I thought I would stop by.
Emily: To see me?
Lorelai: Yes.
Emily: Well, isn't that nice. Come in.
Lorelai: Thanks.
(They walk to the living room.)
Lorelai: The place looks great.
Emily: It hasn't changed.
Lorelai: Well, there you go. How are the girls at the bridge club?
Emily: Old.
Lorelai: Well... good.
(Lorelai and Emily sit, opposite to each other)
Emily: You said you were taking a business class?
Lorelai: Yeah, mmhmm, yeah. I'm taking a business class at the college twice a week. I'm sure I told you.
Emily: Well, if you're sure then you must have. (she pauses) Would you like some tea?
Lorelai: I would love some coffee.
Richard: (calling from another room) Emily? I'm home.
Emily: We're in here.
(Richard walks into the living room)
Lorelai: Hi, Dad.
Richard: What is it, Christmas already?
