Lorelai cuts to the chase and asks her mother if she's getting back together with Richard. "Absolutely not," Emily says. Lorelai: "Okay. Got any peanuts?" Emily says that Richard has proven to her once and for all that he's moved on with his life. Lorelai thinks that if Emily's theory were true, part of Richard's moving on would have included moving out of the house. There's a rush at the coffee shop right now, and it's so crowded where we are that currently there's a woman leaning over me, pulling those free postcards out from the display over my shoulder. Seriously, her stomach is leaning on my laptop. Los Angeles has no boundaries, people. It doesn't matter as long as you're getting what you want. It's a Gilmore paradise in this town. Emily tells Lorelai about a recent dinner function she and Richard both attended, where Richard buttered his own roll without offering any to Emily, forcing her to reach for the butter herself. Making a woman do something for herself? Why not make her cook or clean or wear an outfit twice, why don't you? Jesus, how is she supposed to be fabulous if you keep making her live her life like anyone else in the world? Why am I so bitter? I don't know what it is about these characters, but they've really gotten snobby in the past year, from the coupon hate to the constantly lifted pinkie. Something about all the Yale and money. Where's Rory's trust fund from Trix, anyway? Doesn't Lorelai owe Luke thousands and thousands of dollars? Now everybody's got so much money that they can complain about the help, rag on Marty for having a summer job, and spend all of their time concerning themselves with their sex lives. I blame Desperate Housewives.