Natalie gives snooty compliments to Emily's table as they sit. Emily rings a bell, and everyone gasps as the turkey arrives on a platter, with two people carrying it. All of the rich people laugh and chuckle, gloriously happy in the wealth of their own riches and happiness and rich and rich and rich and isn't it all so divine, having so much food we couldn't possibly eat? Richard cuts a ceremonious piece of turkey before it's whisked away and they eat salads. Lorelai makes many, many jokes about how weird it was to ceremoniously carve the first piece of turkey, and is afraid her salad will be taken from her the second she bites a piece of lettuce. The word "ceremonial" is said like, seven times, as if it was supposed to get funny at some point. Claude says that Lorelai is like our Jerry Lewis. Bite your tongue, Claude. And write a better joke, Daniel. Or at least give Lorelai a comeback, like "Bite your tongue, Claude."
Natalie immediately starts prying into Rory's personal life, asking about college applications, needling and messing until Rory finally admits that she's applied to more schools than just Harvard. This is stunning news to Lorelai, who appears to be completely in the dark about how these things work, and how unrealistic it would be for Rory only to apply to one school, especially one that's so difficult to get into. Rory admits that she's applied to Princeton and Yale. This sends Lorelai fuming, since Yale means "My Dad Wins." Rory points out that if she went to Yale, she could live at home. Now Lorelai's convinced that "My Mom Wins." Emily and Richard swear they had nothing to do with this. So does Rory, but Lorelai doesn't believe any of it. She storms out of the room, constantly the center of attention, never a moment for manners or decorum, as Claude feverishly explains in French to Monique what's happening in the room. She's not Jerry Lewis; she's Jerry Springer. Oh, there's one bit here where Emily asks Claude what Orlando's like and he complains that there's too much Mickey Mouse, but I'm wondering if the only reason we're meeting these French people is because Emily and Richard are thinking of retiring in Florida soon. Emily leaves to cater to Lorelai's latest tantrum.
Lorelai's pouting outside. Emily says it's freezing, but Lorelai says it's Jamaica compared to inside. Really? You're the only one being icy, Lorelai. Emily tells her that Yale is just a backup. Lorelai says she doesn't want to talk about it. Emily asks if she believes that Emily and Richard had nothing to do with this. Lorelai begs for a second of peace, to think. Emily: "You can't even let Rory have one piece of our lives, even if it's her choice. You hate us that much." Lorelai doesn't object, so Emily goes inside.