Richard: Ah, you're here.
Lorelai: And you are by far the most masculine-looking maid my parents have ever had.
Richard: It's chaos here. The second maid called in sick, the first is busy with dinner, and your poor mother is at the hospital. Her DAR group suffered a surfeit of strokes this week.
Lorelai: Come again?
Richard: Three of her friends had strokes. And now she is hopping from sick bed to sick bed offering whatever comfort she can.
Lorelai: Three DAR strokes. What's in that water they're drinking?
Richard: Well, a little whiskey, usually. Oh, and you're forgetting Liesl.
Lorelai: What?
Richard: Our East-German maid. She was much more masculine-looking than me.
Lorelai: Right, the muttonchops.