| T-L: |
Morning, Agostina. |
| A: |
Hello? |
| T-L: |
I said, good morning, Agostina. |
| A: |
Hello-oo? Anybody there? |
| T-L: |
I'M DOWN HERE! |
| A: |
Henri, so sorry, I forgot. |
| T-L: |
Just as you do EVERY time, you stupid bitch. |
| A: |
My apologies once again. What's your poison? |
| T-L: |
A pint of crème de menthe, please. [Ed: Surely this is a different joke?1] |
| A: |
What, no absinthe? |
| T-L: |
The doctor's warned me off. Says a man of my ... stature ... can't possibly continue with it. |
| A: |
I see. And crème de menthe is OK? |
| T-L: |
It's what the Pope drinks. [Ed: Come on now, this really IS another joke.2] |
| A: |
Fair enough. Coming right up. Before I forget, Vincent said hello. He really liked the portrait. |
| T-L: |
Hasn't said anything to me. |
| A: |
Oh, he can be a bit gloomy. Anyway, how are those Montmartre pictures coming on? I enjoyed the Moulin ones. |
| T-L: |
Ground to a halt recently. |
| A: |
That's a shame. |
| T-L: |
Yes, but things may be about to change. |
| A: |
Why's that? |
| T-L: |
I think I've met my muse. |
| A: |
Aha. Who might that be? |
| T-L: |
Little thing I met out at Montrouge called Rosa. |
| A: |
Any chance of ... erm ... you know? |
| T-L: |
I should hope so. It's what she does. |
| A: |
Be careful. Don't catch anything.
|
| 1: |
Billy Connolly: When in Rome - Riotous Assembly - 1979 |
| 2: |
As above |
