Rory: Hey, I want to sleep amongst thirteenth century tapestries and chocolates made by local artisans.
Lorelai: Okay, then, it's settled. We're not staying at any place that wasn't built for Napoleon the third's doctor or doesn't have a Chagall in the bathroom.
Rory: Hear, hear.
Lorelai: Now we just have to figure out how we're gonna pay for it. Hey, how good's your organ grinding?