Luke's mad, you guys. Really mad. Throwing coffee, bumping Asian Cesar, tossing plates mad. It actually looks like he might have bruised Cesar. Lane (who's back in her glasses) shoves mfTL, and tells him to sit up and actually pay for this meal. MfTL says he's not going to pay for cold, undercooked fries. Lane says that this advice is for his own protection, since Luke is in a very bad mood. Lane kicks mfTL's feet off the chair and promises him that she's doing this because she cares for him. A customer (wearing a sweater with sleeves I don't understand) leans over and asks Lane about his omelet, which is "way overdone." Before Lane can explain why he should shut up about that, Luke opens the diner door, picks the customer up by his collar, and throws him out before the words "Make me another" have stopped making sound waves. Luke yells to the rest of his patrons, "How's everyone else's eggs, huh?" Everybody immediately chimes in that their eggs are super-fab, thanks for asking. MfTL tosses a wad of ones onto the table, promising that it's all he's got. Luke grumps off. "His eyes," mfTL says. "Red. Like the fires of Mordor." (Geeky website alert.) Lane tells mfTL to leave and keep low. She checks on Kirk, who is loving his "blackened Cajun bread." It's burnt toast, and he's using the flecks of black crumbs to flavor his runny eggs, which goes great with the "fishy-tasting bacon." Luke throws more food around. Lane notes that his oven door isn't attached to the oven anymore. Luke tells her it fell off when he kicked it. Lane doesn't want to serve a plate of some kind of hash instead of a side of hash browns. She adds that the customers are all going to eat at Weston's after Luke tosses them out. Weston's must be so happy for the extra cash, but poor Lane and her tips. Luke pretty much ejects the rest of his diner, banishing them to the land of ceramic cow creamers and kitty-cat salt and pepper shakers. Actually, one couple stays, like, "Screw Weston's, man. I hate knick-knacks." Lane hands Kirk the plate of mystery meat. "Terrif!" Kirk smiles.
Dragonfly. Lorelai's on hold when Sookie enters, asking about the reservations over the next two to three months. She's trying to set up the menus for while she's on maternity leave. Amazing that she won't just keep cooking from home. Lorelai's on the phone with her insurance company, asking why her premiums were raised "yet again." She says she only had a couple of snow-related small claims. (Were they from people falling on the wet floor? Because those may be some serious spinal injuries.) Lorelai's put on hold again. She explains to Sookie that the "charmers" at their insurance agency get mad when you try to claim something. I think that's what happens with all insurance companies. They like taking money, not spending it. Lorelai's phone call gets disconnected, just like she was on hold with Adelphia Cable Company. Emily calls. "Lorelai! It's your mother. I--" Click! Lorelai goes back to her conversation with Sookie. Emily calls again. Lorelai hangs up. Kudos to the editor on that one. Emily's cut off at the funniest part of her syllable. Lorelai asks Sookie who will be Sookie 2.0 while Original Sookie is gone. Some lady named Chantal is in the lead. She had once gotten her "face caught in the mixer," but now that she's got her "new nostril," apparently she's just peachy. Richard calls this time. Lorelai doesn't mind speaking to her father. She asks Richard about his trip and his flight home. But when Richard puts Emily on the phone, Lorelai hangs up immediately. I appreciate how she waits until Emily says her daughter's name.