Lorelai: Oh, it is. It's foul. It's like rotten cabbage.
Michel: Or with dense but subtle undertones of olives.
Lorelai: There's nothing subtle about it. It's like a sledgehammer to the nose.
Sookie: Oh, my God! What is that?
Lorelai: It's not coming from the kitchen?
Sookie: Bite your tongue. Wait, are we having heart attacks right now? Isn't smelling something strange the first sign of a heart attack?
Lorelai: I don't think we're having a communal massive heart attack.