Michel: It's like you don't even care.
Lorelai: I care about you, just not this.
Michel: After all the trouble I went through picking out the perfect flower for you.
Lorelai: It's kind of big, don't you think? It's like wearing a tree on my arm.
Michel: It is an orchid.
Lorelai: It's scratchy.
Michel: Could have got me something, a simple boutonniere. But no. I'm so humiliated.