Lorelai: I don't understand this.
Michel: Well, I cannot describe it any simpler than I already have.
Lorelai: Where did the Ruckers come from?
Michel: Well, judging from their clothing, a town where high rubber fishing boots and spittoons would be considered formalwear.
Lorelai: Okay, put them in the Jefferson Suite tonight. Move them to their booked room tomorrow. Offer dinner on the house for the inconvenience.
Michel: Very well.
Lorelai: I'm gonna get some more coffee if you need me.
Michel: I'll try and manage while you're gone. Though, God knows, it won't be easy.