[Emily and Richard have split up]
Emily:
At some point you have to face facts, and the facts are, he's moved on. And therefore I should move on also.
Lorelai:
Absolutely. MoveOn.org.
Emily:
[pause]
I think it's time for me to date.
Lorelai:
[chokes on her drink]
Oh, my God.
Emily:
I want to go on a date.
Lorelai:
With - a *man*?
Emily:
No, a weasel. Of course, a man!
Lorelai:
I'm not hearing this.
Emily:
Well, why shouldn't I date? I'm still a viable commodity.
Lorelai:
I need a paper towel and a Valium, please.
Emily:
There are plenty of men at the club who, in the past, have made their interest in me known, I just need to figure out how to reciprocate their feelings. You have a lot of experience with men. How do you let them know that you're available?
Lorelai:
Well, one of those bench ads usually does the trick.
Emily:
Lorelai, stop it. I need help here. It's been years since I did this, and I don't remember the proper procedure! Now take me through this step-by-step. You see a man, you walk up to him and you say...
Lorelai:
...Hello.
Emily:
Is that too forward?
Lorelai:
No, it's the appropriate way to indicate you're open to a social engagement. Unless, however, you are approaching a weasel. Then I believe the proper signal is just to offer him your hindquarters.
[Emily glares]
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