King of Fools: love..
Secretary: can you please sign your vacation list.
King of Fools: with big pleasure (kissing secretary's hand).
Secretary: I heard you are writing book about love?
King of Fools: I do, my first lyrical experiment.
When you buy a copy, throw it in the garbage.
Secretary: I am sure it will be beautiful like you.
King of Fools: you have to tell this to me every second (kissing secretary's hand again).
