Sookie: She's horrible. I mean, she sends everything back twice, and she makes the waiters write down exactly what she wants me to know is wrong with the food.
Michel: At least you're hidden in here. I'm out there behind a desk, exposed to all of her elements.
Lorelai: Michel.
Michel: She mocked my accent. She called me "Canadian."
Sookie: It's enough already. I won't cook for her anymore.
Michel: Lunches.
Sookie: Twice a week for three weeks?
Michel: Yeah, creepy. The next thing you know, you'll be carrying Emmanuel Lewis around on your shoulders.