Christopher: You know, you might want to try repeating some of those words in French.
Lorelai: No.
Christopher: We leave for Paris in two weeks.
Lorelai: Yes, but I don't have to actually speak French. I just have to sound French. That way, if the Parisians find me just another uncouth American, I can tell them my sad story. "I was born in Marseille, and my parents were killed in a tres tragique accident. And so I was sent to the States and adopted by the evil Gilmores, who refused to let me speak French, but I never forgot the accent of my mother country."
Christopher: That's a complicated backstory.
Lorelai: I've led a complicated life.