Michel: Is this your voice?
Lorelai: [on machine] Michel, curtains. Tom, banister and mud-sink valve.
Lorelai: Yes, that's my voice. I left myself a couple of messages last night.
Michel: You left yourself 25 messages last night, and the funny thing is, you didn't listen to any of the messages. I listened to the messages.
Lorelai: Just hand them to me, please.
Michel: Every day that you breathe, you make my life harder.
Lorelai: Got a solution for you, Michel.
Michel: And when is the desk coming? I don't find the whole conducting-business-on-the-floor thing amusing anymore! I want a desk and a chair and a bell. Where the hell is my bell?!