LORELAI: Michel, get that please.
MICHEL: I cannot.
LORELAI: Michel, we’ve been over this: we all cover the phone. That includes you.
MICHEL: Don’t misunderstand. I want to answer it, I truly do, but today, today I am suffering from ennui.
LORELAI: Ennui?
MICHEL: Severe ennui. You know what ennui is, yes?
LORELAI: Yes. Um, 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 non-violent 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 wanna go beddy-bye?
MICHEL: You make light, it increases my ennui.

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