Lorelai: So, what's new for fall? I hear the sailor suit is hot, hot, hot.
Michel: What are you doing here?
Lorelai: Luke's is closed this morning.
Michel: By the health inspector, no doubt.
Lorelai: So, this is where you have your breakfast, huh?
Michel: Until this morning, yes.
Lorelai: How's the grub?
Michel: They make an excellent egg-white omelet, no oil.
Lorelai: Really?
Michel: They use the spray. Can you leave now?
Lorelai: How come you never told me about this place.
Michel: Because you might eat here, and then there would be no corner of my life which would be free of your incessant scrutiny.