Michel: Sweating all over the desk.
Lorelai: He's paying a six hundred dollar hotel bill.
Michel: I don't care. He smells, they all smell. The whole inn smell like sweat socks and damp nylon shorts.
It's making me sick. I have to work at that desk, and I have no intention of catching jock itch on my forearm because Mr. Breaking Away over there can't shower before he invades my dance space.