Michel: They said they would be back by noon promptly. Well, it's past noon, and their friends are here to meet them for lunch, but the Goldfarbs are erwol.
Lorelai: They're what?
Michel: Erwol! Erwol!
Lorelai: Oh! A-wol.
Michel: What do I care. I'm French. The point is, we strapped wooden sticks to the feet of a fat orthodontist and a woman with ugly chunky jewelry, and we lost them.