COLETTE: Are you going my way?
DEAN: That depends, where are you going?
COLETTE: Me? Paris!
DEAN: You’ve got to be kidding me. I’m going to Paris.
COLETTE: You don’t say!
DEAN: Sometimes the stars align. I could give you a lift. But I have to warn you; you have to cook my dinner. Bring me coffee, make occasional small talk.
COLETTE: Some steep demands.
DEAN: It’s a longgg walk to Paris.
COLETTE: Fine. On one small condition.

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