Michel: Lorelai. I have a little something for you.
Lorelai: For me?
Michel: Yes. I wasn't sure it would get here in time since I ordered it from Madrid, but thank God it made it. Happy birthday.
Lorelai: You bought me a present?
Michel: Yes.
Lorelai: You've never bought me a present.
Michel: I have, too.
Lorelai: Not once in the five years I've known you have you ever...
Michel: Just open up the bag, please.
Lorelai: Oh, Michel, it's beautiful.
Michel: Yes, well, I wanted it to be special, you know. Not just some knick- knack you could pick up at the supermarket or the car wash.