Coton:  Alwina ? What 'll we do now ?
Max de Mirecourt: All right , a novel . First , polish and educate her , then study her reactions .
Coton: Her reactions ? That 's easy . Shoes will hurt her feet !
Max de Mirecourt: Idiot !
Coton: That 's your novel ? Your publisher will be delighted .
Max de Mirecourt: The more I think of it , the more I like it .
Coton: But there 's no story !
Max de Mirecourt: I know , but we 'll create _ one _ . I 'll pretend to be in love with her . We 'll see . She 's smart . An interracial story . It could be a contemporary novel .