Rory is showing her mom around her new digs, trying to strike the right note to distract Lorelai from seeing that it's a crackhouse. She's overdoing it, trying to make the place seem livable, and very cutely even tries to run the "doo-wop group" scam on Lorelai who is too busy noticing the multiple locks on the door. "You have some plutonium in there, or something?" she asks, to which Rory pshaws, and grandly opens the door. Rory: "Okay, welcome to my place." Lorelai: "No." Hee. Rory asks her to give it a chance, but Lorelai can't stop walking around, pointing and repeating, "No, no, no," especially when she opens the bedroom door to find Paris and Doyle dukeing it out, krav maga-style.
At Mrs. Kim's antique store, Lane is getting pretty tough, as well. When a customer offers $250 for a chair, she loses it, saying that it is a chair that sat in the bedroom of James Madison and is a piece of history. The customer -- who is very distracting due to her uncanny resemblance to Joan Didion -- apologizes for offending Lane. "You didn't insult me," Lane says, neck-snappily. "You insulted the chair. And the United States of America." Joan Didion says she'll pay the $300, then, but Lane tells her to forget it: "Price just went up, flag-burner! If you want the chair, it's $350. If you don't," she continues, "please leave, because I have a lot of work to do." The lady pays and meekly asks if there is a delivery service, to which she receives a glare from Angry Lane in response. I'm sorry, lady. Lane lost her bad boyfriend and, far worse, her cute band -- which included none other than Sebastian Bach -- so she is super-mad and hating the world. If you were really Joan Didion, you could no doubt counsel her on her grief, but since you're not (or are you?), it's best now that you run away. The lady makes her escape and Mrs. Kim comments to Lane that she forgot to kick her in the pants on her way out. Lane counters that Mrs. Kim always drives a hard bargain, which is true, and that since she herself is the delivery service, she wasn't interested in telling the customer they had one, "no matter how exciting the prospect of a two-dollar tip is!" Mrs. Kim says it's too bad it's not Christmas: "That smiling face of yours would cheer up children for miles around."