Lorelai is working on Rory's dress, which is really coming along quite well considering Rory hadn't even asked her date yet. Lorelai bends down to work on the hem and the mannequin falls on top of her, knocking her to the ground. As Lorelai wrestles the mannequin away, the doorbell rings. Lorelai clutches her back and walks to the door. It's Sookie, with extra thread. Sookie comments that Lorelai is walking "funny" and Lorelai says she thinks she might have pulled something. Sookie offers to "do something creative" with an ACE bandage to wrap Lorelai's back. Lorelai isn't laughing. They sit down and Sookie goes through her purse. She has Percodan, Vicodin, and Darvoset but settles for a mild muscle relaxer. Lorelai thanks her and says she might take one later. Sookie's got to go, but makes sure that Lorelai doesn't need any help. Lorelai doesn't. I just found out that someone stole all the bottles of liquor and a sign that lights up and says "Lounge" from my porch. Dammit, L.A., why can't you celebrate Christmas like Stars Hollow? The same people that swiped my stuff could just as easily have come in here and just shared their drugs instead. Sookie leaves and the phone rings. Lorelai painfully gets up to answer it.
It's Emily. They bicker. Emily wants Rory to go to the dance. She doesn't want Rory to regret anything later. Lorelai tells Emily that Rory is going to the dance. Emily says, "Oh, that's wonderful! I'm thrilled!" Lorelai says she's making Rory's dress right now. Emily asks why Lorelai would make a dress. "Well, so that she'll look really ugly and people will laugh and throw rocks," says Lorelai. Emily offers to buy Rory a dress. Lorelai isn't hearing it. Emily asks Lorelai to take a picture of Rory for her. She asks for a series of pictures of Rory on the stairs, by the window, and one where she's getting ready. Lorelai asks Emily if she also wants one where Rory is shaving her legs. Emily says it's a once-in-a-lifetime event, and Lorelai gets to be there and she doesn't. Lorelai slowly, painfully lowers herself flat on the ground. Emily says if she got enough pictures she could line them up on chronological order and pretend she was there. Make a flipbook. Lorelai asks if Emily would like to come to see Rory get ready for the dance. Emily says she'll see her at seven. Lorelai hangs up and huffs in pain as we fade to commercial.
I can't believe someone stole stuff from my porch. Right next to me. I sit here all day and didn't notice someone stealing stuff from me right next to my head? Is it that I'm not paying attention, or are thieves in L.A. really that good?