Rory: [on the phone] I was at the corner of Bark and Cheese today.
Lorelai: Bark and Cheese? Really?
Rory: And it's exactly the same.
Lorelai: Exactly the same? Was there a tiny, little Italian dog in a basket barking the whole time you were there?
Rory: Not this time, but I definitely had flashbacks.
Lorelai: And did you have a nice piece of cheese with your coffee?
Rory: I still say I said the correct word for "cream" in Italian. I even pointed at my coffee when I asked for it. How could I be asking for cheese?
Lorelai: But cheese you were brought.
Rory: Stinky cheese. The worst, don't forget.
Lorelai: That you proceeded to eat.
Rory: Because I hate people who make mistakes when they order, especially in a foreign country, and then make a big to-do when they get the wrong thing. Ugly Americans. Yuck.
Lorelai: Aha! You admit it was a mistake. You did say "cheese."
Rory: I know French, a bit of Spanish, but my Italian, not so good.
Lorelai: Being trilingual is plenty for a young lady.

Lorelai: Um, what are you doing?
Michel: Hiding.
Lorelai: From me?
Michel: No.
Lorelai: From?
Michel: Suffice to say, my hiding is not costing the inn any income. In fact, I'm overdue for my 10. So consider this my 10, and you are now conducting business with an employee who is officially on his 10, which is in direct violation of union rules.
Lorelai: You're not in a union.
Michel: I'm in a union of oppressed Frenchmen.
Lorelai: Oh, the U.O.F. Got it. All right. Carry on.

Michel: It is not my job to entertain little people.