[Lorelai is showing a guest around the Dragonfly Inn]
Figure as your little girls arrive, we'll have them here in the living room. We'll have the pocket doors to the dining room closed. Then, when it's time for breakfast, we'll open the doors, and voila, the full, beautiful effect.
We'll have music with a nice little fanfare. You like Yanni?
WWoman
Hate him with every fiber of my being.
Oh, good, we're in perfect sync. And then, we'll have small-scale tables set with china, a silver tea service, little plates, little cups, and twelve little chairs for all of them to sit on.
Michel
Wait, twelve? I thought there were six. Six little girls.
Six girls and their six dolls.
Michel
I beg your pardon?
This is a pancake breakfast for the girls and their dolls.
Michel
Get out of town.
Michel
Dolls, as in they don't have stomachs, lungs or spleens? And we are serving them breakfast?
Michel
Teeth? Throat? Colons? They don't have these things either? Unless they are Brides of Chucky.
I'm not paying attention to you anymore. [To the woman.] All right,well, I'll order everything, and all you have to do is show up.
WWoman
The girls are looking forward to this. So are the dolls!
Michel
[watching her leave] Is she psychotic?
[They head into the kitchen.]
It’s silly fun, Michel, girls love dolls. Chill.
I'm making little pancakes for the dolls, and I found these little forks they can use.
Michel
They do not have opposable thumbs!
Who, the girls? Oh, this is a handicapped group! Poor things.
Michel
No, the dolls.
The dolls? How can a doll be handicapped?
Michel
My point exactly! They are plastic and made in Banglagor!
[Lorelai walks in the Dragonfly's kitchen with Michel]
Okay, now tell me who does what and what we need to keep things running.
Michel
Well, we need Sookie here.
Well, she's not going to be here, so let's go to Plan B.
Michel
Okay, Plan B. That involves Sookie's clone, also named Sookie.
Well, umm, who here makes the sauces?
Michel
Sookie.
Michel
Sookie trusts no one else with the sauces. She makes the sauces.
Well, what does Mark make?
Michel
Salads.
Okay, and Donny does desserts. What do our other guys do?
Michel
Well, that man over there does the cleaning. That man over there dresses the plates. That man uses tongs, and I have no idea what that man in the corner does, but I would check his trunk before he leaves.
Without Sookie here, we have salads and desserts?
Michel
Pretty much.
We can't run a restaurant serving salads and desserts.
Michel
I would not go to eat, no.
Wait, okay here we have duck. Who here does the duck?
Michel
Nobody touches the ducks.
Well, starting now, someone has to touch the duck.
Michel
I do not know what to tell you, except it will not be me.
[After learning the kitchen cannot run without Sookie]
Michel
I'm getting that, yes.
Well, we'll just figure something out, right?
Michel
Absolutely. Ain't no mountain high enough.
We'll just formulate a plan, nail down a strategy. You have any ideas?
Michel
We could order some pizza, or Chinese food, or perhaps one of those hoagies that you cut into a million pieces-
No more suggestions necessary, Michel!
Michel
Well, I'm here if you need me.
[Michel jogging in place]
Michel
For the last two weeks I've been drinking 2% Milk in my coffee every single day!!
Michel
That's two full weeks of two cups of coffee every day. It used to be one cup but then the coffee started tasting so good I added an afternoon jolt. And now I've found out that I've been consuming an extra billion calories a day.
At least it's not affecting your ability to do math. [To Sookie] Isn't this bouncing bothering you?
It was but now it's like having a Beyoncè video on.
[singing] They called them the Diamond Dogs. Whoo hoo hoo. Bow wow.
We didn't need a song that necessarily had the dogs in the lyrics, right Michel?
Michel
Whatever. David Bowie sounds like a hoot.
More Princess Diana, less dog.
We were thinking very dignified. Like Bach. Mozart.
Michel
Celine Dion.
Oh please...don't make me do that.
Michel
After all My Heart Will Go On was Chin-chin's favorite song.
Ah well then there you go. We'll just find uh My Heart...Belongs to Daddy...My heart belongs to me, My heart belongs to you, My heart can't make up it's mind.
How about Tears in heaven? That's a wicked song.
My heart is crying for you...My heart is waiting...My heart stood still...People very interested in this whole heart thing.
I Will Always Love You...I mean it's got the cheese factor but its still at least a legitimate...