Michel: Ah! You imbecile!
Drella: Back off, chevalier.
Michel: Ah, you're stupid, blind, and clumsy.
Drella: At least I'm not French.
Lorelai: What's going on?
Michel: She ran over my shoe.
Drella: He got in the way.
Michel: You aimed for me.
Lorelai: Hold on.
Michel: She scratched my shoes.
Drella: What a baby.
Michel: These are $300 Italian loafers.
Drella: I wonder if Versace makes a pacifier.
Michel: You're fired.
Drella: You can't fire me.
Michel: Then I dock your pay. Can I kill her?
Lorelai: Not before high tea.
Michel: Fine. Then I will curse you constantly and in several languages.