My favorite conversation that includes the word "ennui"
From The Gilmore Girls, Season 1
Location: INDEPENDENCE INN
L is Lorelai, the inn manager,
Michel is the snobby French male concierge. (NOTE: You must read his lines with a snobby French accent for full effect.)
Sookie is their brilliant, but flakey chef
(The phone is ringing. Michel is leaning on the front desk. Lorelai places a large stack of folders on the desk and starts separating them into piles.)
L: Michel, get that please.
MICHEL: I cannot.
L: 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 did, but today, today I am suffering from ennui.
L: Ennui?
MICHEL: Severe ennui. You know what ennui is, yes?
L: 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 had 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.
L: So, you're sleepy?
MICHEL: It's a metaphysical angst.
L: So, you wanna go beddy bye?
MICHEL: You make light, it increases my ennui.
L: Okay, that's it. Come on...you need coffee.
CUT TO INDEPENDENCE INN KITCHEN
(Lorelai walks in with Michel. Sookie is at the counter looking sad.)
L: I need coffee! Extra strong!! Double cafe!!! Triple cafe!!! No, forget the calf. Throw in the whole cow and serve it to this man right here! (pause) What's wrong with you?
SOOKIE (spoken slowly and sadly): I don't know. It might sound a little weird, but I think I've got . .
L: Oh no.
SOOKIE: Ennui.
L, turning to Michel: You explained ennui to her.
MICHEL: She asked me what was wrong with me earlier, so I told her.
L: Michel, you know that Sookie ends up thinking she's coming down with whatever illness other people else have.
SOOKIE: Nuh uh!
(Lorelai hands Michel a cup of coffee and he leaves.)
L: Oh no? What was that whole conversation last week when I had to convince you you didn't have a prostate.
SOOKIE: Oh. How is Al?
