Coley Jones: Is this place taken?
[he sits down]
Coley Jones: Madame, would you mind if I smoked?
Coley Jones: I noticed you took a pill. I thought perhaps...
[he waves his packet of cigars at her]
Monique Marko: huh? Nothing. Small headache.
Coley Jones: Are you sure the smoke won't distress you?
Monique Marko: I'm never distressed by smoke. Surely not. But thank you.
Coley Jones: Not at all. I have a headache myself. I wonder if it would be too much to ask if, eh...
Monique Marko: The aspirin?
[she gives him the pills]
Coley Jones: [knocking her bag off the table] Oh, I am sorry
Monique Marko: Don't worry. It's not important
Coley Jones: Very clumsy of me. I'm terribly sorry. Would you allow mw to buy you a drink?
Monique Marko: No thank you. Alcohol doesn't agree with me.
Coley Jones: Are you travelling alone?
Monique Marko: Alone? Oh, no. I always have Toutou
[picking up her poodle]
Monique Marko: Dit "bonsoir", Toutou
Coley Jones: Bonsoir, Toutou. You're a fine looking fella.
Monique Marko: He loves being flattered.
Coley Jones: He seems to understand every word you say.
Monique Marko: Oh, yes. Toutou and I always have conversation. Toutou is most understanding.
Coley Jones: All my life I've wanted to meet a truly understanding dog. Perhaps we could write to each other. Where does Toutou live?
Monique Marko: In my mind.
Coley Jones: Then I'll write to Toutou, care of the mind of Madame, er...
Monique Marko: No. Because I also live in the mind of another...
Coley Jones: Who's mind is that?
Monique Marko: [she leaves without replying]
