Michel: [on the phone] My friend Tessa just called and told me she has front-row tickets to Celine Dion, and I'm going with her.
Lorelai: Well, that's great.
Michel: I have been waiting forever to get this close to Celine. Oh, my god, I'm shaking like a leaf. What should I wear? What would Celine like me in?
Lorelai: I don't know, Michel, but I'm on my way to pick you up, so-
Michel: Oh, no. Don't bother. I'm not going to the wedding.
Lorelai: What? Why not?
Michel: Because I'm going to Celine Dion. Hello! What have I been saying to you?
Lorelai: No, Michel, you have to go to the wedding.
Michel: Sorry, I cannot.
Lorelai: Well, you've already seen Celine Dion.
Michel: Only five times, and never in the front row. I was in the balcony with the riffraff and the people who sneak in pot.