In the bickering room, Lorelai tells Emily she shouldn't force Rory and Grampa to go golfing together if they don't want to. Emily says that Lorelai is afraid that Rory would have a good time and enjoy the club without Lorelai. All hackles come up, and bickering continues with smirks and crossed arms as they decide to take the Barkley/Broccoli approach. You remember that from Sesame Street, don't you? The big orange dog stood in the center of Sesame Street while both sides called the two different names, and whichever group of people the dog ran to, that became the dog's new name. I liked Broccoli better, by the way. This turns into Lorelai and Emily arguing back and forth until Emily twists the logic into making Lorelai sound just as manipulative and conniving as she is, until Lorelai tells her she wins. Emily smirks, thanks her, and walks out of the room. And just like that, the Sunday afternoon of two other people has been decided.
As Lorelai and Rory walk back from the house, Lorelai apologizes for Rory having to go golfing. Rory says she might end up liking it. She asks if Lorelai will go with her. Lorelai scoffs at the idea. "I'd rather stick something sharp in my ear than go to the club with you." Rory starts to walk away, but Lorelai pulls her back. "I'd rather slide down a banister of razor blades and land in a pool of alcohol than go to the club with you." She says she's on a roll, and says, "I'd rather eat my own hand than go to the club with you. Ooh! I'd rather, um, get my face surgically altered to look like that lunatic rich lady with the lion head than go to the club with you." Rory asks if Lorelai would like her to drive so she can keep going. Lorelai hands her the keys, thanks her, and continues with, "I'd rather cut off my head and use it as a punch bowl than go to the club with you."
Wacky MIDI music starts the wedding planning at the inn. The wedding is for a set of twin girls. They are complaining about the flowers. Since one wanted pink and the other wanted blue, Lorelai went with violet flowers. They clearly still want pink and blue. The mother of the twins turns and gives them a very tight-lipped statement about being the one that actually picked violet flowers, and if they don't like it they can buy their own wedding. The twins look down, and at each other. One wears pink, the other blue. "Yes, I thought so," the mother says. She's good at the Gilmore delivery as well. Another key point in the delivery that I'd forgotten to mention before is saying the line very quickly and keying (that's an acting term meaning stress, for those of you that don't care) almost the last word in the sentence. It should almost come out like a question. The mother sends them away because her Advil is wearing off. They pout away. "Their father spoiled them," DevilTwinMaker says to Lorelai. "Oh, they're just excited," Lorelai says. "They're spoiled," DTM sneers. "And they won't move away," she mumbles. The ladies turn away and walk in another direction.