Poppies Are Also Flowers

Coley Jones:
Is this place taken? [he sits down] 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] 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]