Lorelai: Michel, get that, please.
Michel: I cannot.
Lorelai: We've been over this. We all cover the phone. That includes you.
Michel: Don't misunderstand. I wanted to answer it, I truly did. But today, I'm suffering from ennui.
Lorelai: Ennui?
Michel: Severe ennui. You know what ennui is, yes?
Lorelai: Yes, Webster's defines ennui as a lazy, soon-to-be-out-of-work French concierge who won't answer the phone.
Michel: Look, I've made my peace with the fact that everyone who calls here is a notch above brain dead. And that the pennies I am thrown each week are in exchange for me dealing with these people in a nonviolent manner. And usually that is fine, but today, sorry, lady, I have ennui.
Lorelai: So, you're sleepy?
Michel: It's a metaphysical angst.
Lorelai: So you want to go beddy-bye?
Michel: You make light, it increases my ennui.

Lorelai: Okay, that's it. Come on, you need coffee. I need coffee, extra strong. Double caf, triple caf. No, forget the caf. Throw in the whole cow, and serve it to this man right here. [Sooki is silent] What's wrong with you?
Sookie: I don't know. It might sound a little weird, but I think I've got...
Lorelai: Oh, no.
Sookie: ...ennui.
Lorelai: You explained ennui to her.
Michel: She asked me what was wrong with me earlier, so I told her.
Lorelai: Michel, you know that Sookie ends up thinking she's coming down with whatever illness other people have.
Sookie: No! No?
Lorelai: What was that whole conversation last week when I had to convince you, you didn't have a prostate?
Sookie: Oh. How is Al? Hello?

Luke: It's only me.
Lorelai: You scared me half to death!
Luke: Who'd you think it was?
Lorelai: Well, I don't know! I heard thudding upstairs and Rory weighs, like, 10 ounces. And it either had be an escaped elephant or some strange, large man who should not be in the house.