A signature sound of Paris nightlife -- an ambulance siren -- wakes Lorelai and Christopher up from a long winter's nap. Oops. The dozed off at 7 and woke up, long after their reservation at L'arpege, at 4 in the morning. They are both famished, but Christopher decides to save the day by ordering room service. "I would like a cheeseburger, with a side of cheeseburger," Lorelai says, evilly. "And see if they can make me a cheeseburger smoothie." Chris: "Well, if they can make goose innards into a tasty spread, I'm sure they can make a cheeseburger smoothie." Thing is, though...you can't get room service at 4 AM. "No room service and no minibar?" Lorelai says, desperately. "And two toilets? Where are their priorities?" Chris tries to calm her down, suggesting that they get a few more hours sleep until breakfast. "Okay..." Lorelai grumbles. "Crummy Europe with their crummy time change. We switched to the metric system; why can't they switch to our time zone?" Climbing back in bed with her, Christopher points out that, um, we didn't actually switch to the metric system. "I know!" she yells; turning off the light, they try to fall back to sleep...