Luke sits rigid while Christopher gets his digs in, mentioning unnecessarily that he and Lorelai had lunch at the inn last month. Blessedly, Cousin Marilyn comes over, announcing that Emily wants a picture in front of the cake with the wedding party, and helpfully points out that she saw Rory going off with that "darling blond boy. I'll forgive her for not noticing that I was chatting with him earlier!" Hee, Mrs. C. Lorelai says she'll go find Rory, and just to get away, Luke tags along. Because he's evil, Christopher follows.
Lorelai walks in on Rory and Logan, mid-snag, with their shirts untucked and hair fully mussed, takes a beat, and says, "Grandma wants a picture." Rory: "Of THIS?" Ha! Lorelai gets her motherin' in gear and does a full-on frustrated eye-roll and even let's out a "What are you doing?! God, Rory, I SWEAR!" Christopher hears his daughter's name and busts in, menacingly. Lorelai drags him out while he yells about the "guy in there, pawing my daughter." Of course, Luke can't stay out of it, because he actually does care about Rory, and he rushes in to do the same.
Lorelai sends the kids out the back way, introducing herself to Logan, while the inevitable showdown breaks out between Luke and Chris over who cares more about Rory. Chris: "Rory is my daughter and Lorelai's daughter. That's it!" Luke: "Well, I'm with Lorelai." Chris: "For now."
Oh, no he di'in'. Except yes, he did. He goes on, ranting about how he and Lorelai are meant to be together, as everyone knows. "Emily knows it!" Luke pulls a "Wha?" face, as Christopher continues going on and on about how he knows he made a mistake and how Lorelai needs to be with him. It's not too late! Even Emily told him it wasn't too late! Lorelai is trying to get a word in, insisting she doesn't know what this drunk fool is talking about, and Luke excuses himself from the drama. She follows, and gives Christopher a beautiful brush-off, finally yelling him down, viciously.
Cousin Marilyn sideswipes Lorelai on her way out, dragging her over to get the picture made. "You cannot keep a room full of Anglo-Saxons waiting for cake this long -- they start to form more clubs."
The family gathers in front of the cake, its two youngest members looking uncomfortable for their own reasons, and in a beautiful ten-second scene that I hope wins ten Emmys, right as the flashbulbs pop, Lorelai leans in to Emily's ear, hissing, "You and me. We're done."