Green Wing: Emergency
Dr. Guillaume: Poison.
Dr. Guillaume: You're wearing Poison by Christian Dior
Dr. Guillaume: The smell is so evocative. It's 15 years...
Joanna: I'm sure this conversation was booked in english.
Dr. Guillaume: Sorry, sorry, you see, there was this girl, Angelique. I first saw her on the steps of the Musee Des Beaux Arts in Nice, Avenue Des Baumettes, and I don't know why, but I followed her. Well, actually, I followed that scent, Poison by Christian Dior
, as it wafted through the streets, just tantalizing me.
Dr. Guillaume: Do you know what they found at the hospital? Clutched in her hand, a copy of "Tess of the D'Urbervilles" inscribed to me. They actually had to break her fingers to release it. That's what Poison by Christian Dior
means to me.
Joanna: If you fancy a f@#$^. Just say so.