They arrive, selling each other out to the elder Gilmores for their lateness. Emily reports that everything is an "utter disaster" and that she has fired her wedding planner mostly because the seating chart was such a mess. Way to go, Lorelai. Cousin Marilyn (a.k.a. Mrs. Cunningham) is there to pinch hit. Richard reveals that "Marilyn was once an intimate friend of Cecil Beaton. He named an end table after her." Okay, that's funny. Emily further complains that the women's group that owns the club refused to move their painting class out of the salon, and even though her wedding will in no way take place in the salon, she's still furious about it.
The geezers then notice, finally, that Luke is standing there. He flusters around, trying to wish them congratulations or best wishes, and they notice his wrinkled pants. When Richard suggests that his tailor (who, I guess, is on hand somewhere?) press Luke's pants, Emily pshaws and says, rudely, that she's sure those aren't the pants Luke intends to wear to the wedding, and that he will surely change before the ceremony. Just how far away from Stars Hollow is this club that his pants had a chance to get that wrinkled?
Cousin Marilyn arrives and molests everyone, talking about how gorgeous their skin is, and stage whispers to Lorelai -- in a nod to Desperate Housewives, I guess -- asking if Luke is a gardener. Cousin Marilyn has always wanted to have an affair with a gardener. I love Marion Ross.
As all the ladies leave to get ready, Richard pulls Lorelai aside, asking her to take two necklaces, hold them up to her mothers' dress, and determine which one would match best, so he can give it to her as a gift. She agrees to this subterfuge, walks into her mother's dressing room, holds them both up and asks, "Which one do you want?" Barely looking, Emily chooses one and says "the other for my birthday," then gives Rory a lesson on how important it is to "find a man who can pick out your jewelry." I quite agree, but agree just as much with Lorelai, who adds "or can steal it."