Lorelai: Michel, it's getting in my pores. My pores are pickling. Sorry, I didn't mean to get you out of surgery.
Michel: Oh, mock the mask if you wish.
Lorelai: Oh, I will.
Michel: One is never too careful with toxic pollutants in the air.
Lorelai: Michel, it's just pickles.
Michel: Oh, so they say! Has anyone ever seen these pickles? Who's to say this is not some sort of chemical weapon the government is testing on us behind our backs?
Lorelai: That's a cheery thought.
Michel: I have much scarier scenarios if you want to hear them.