Lorelai: You're a realtor?
Kirk: Trainee, technically.
Lorelai: Well, take your training somewhere else, okay? You're scaring away all my customers. And my staff.
Kirk: Unfortunately, there is nowhere else. Trainees don't get offices. Or salaries. Or jackets, actually.
I'm supposed to be having this dry-cleaned for one of the senior brokers. Smells a little funky, but fits like a dream. [into headset] You've got Kirk. Yes, Mrs. Zellner. Right, the Dragonfly Inn. See you this afternoon.
Lorelai: Wait, you're meeting clients here?
Kirk: Only a few.
Lorelai: No.
Kirk: I promise I'll be out of your hair as soon as I make my bones. I just need a temporary place to conduct my business and potentially have sex with prospective clients.
Lorelai: What?
Kirk: That's Kirk's other thing. The young, virile, eye-candy angle for lonely widows and aging divorcées. Works like a charm. I plan on running it by Lulu, of course.