Lorelai: Michel, get that, please.
Michel: I cannot.
Lorelai: We've been over this. We all cover the phone. That includes you.
Michel: Don't misunderstand. I wanted to answer it, I truly did. But today, I'm suffering from ennui.
Lorelai: Ennui?
Michel: Severe ennui. You know what ennui is, yes?
Lorelai: Yes, Webster's defines ennui as a lazy, soon-to-be-out-of-work French concierge who won't answer the phone.
Michel: Look, I've made my peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead. And that the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner. And usually that is fine, but today, sorry, lady, I have ennui.
Lorelai: So, you're sleepy?
Michel: It's a metaphysical angst.
Lorelai: So you want to go beddy-bye?
Michel: You make light, it increases my ennui.