Rory comes in, saying she's cleared out all the comfortable stuff in the house and has lowered the thermostat to fifty-five degrees to "insure minimal post-meal lingering." Lorelai smiles: "Yale-educated." They continue to try to get stuff ready until Rory runs in to say that the Gilmore Jag is in the driveway. They go outside to find The Grandparents wandering the yard, judging the paint job and casting aspersions on Luke's boat in the garage. Typical delightful behavior. I'd say it's unrealistically written, but honestly, the reason I had to take away my own mother's key to my home was not because I was afraid she'd walk in on me in flagrante but because I'd occasionally get in from work and find my furniture rearranged. It happens. When Emily is done berating the outside, she comes in to bash the inside, saying that the wainscoting done in the living room was clearly not done by a real professional. "Well, since mine was a fake professional," Lorelai says, in the best line of the episode, "I got to pay him in Monopoly money." Sookie walks in, like the maid or something, to announce that dinner is served, but they can't even make it to the kitchen before Emily disappears to snoop around upstairs. "Three minutes gone," Lorelai says, "and they're already in my bedroom." Rory sighs that they'll find it particularly impressive with all the throw pillows, blankets, magazines, and books piled up and hidden in the bathtub. "Ugh," Lorelai says. "That's gonna take some explaining."