A woman sits at a breakfast table in a wall- papered kitchen drinking tea. Her son appears dressed in a pin- striped suit with braces straining over his protruding abdomen. He greets his mother hurriedly as he rushes past her to the entrance hall.  

He combs his hair in front of the entrance- hall mirror and puts on his hat. He takes his black leather briefcase and leaves the house. He makes his way down the road to the house of Mr. Barnaby.

TOULOUSE. Knock knock, Mr. Barnaby. It's Toulouse here, the town's salesman.

MR. BARNABY (voice ringing from inside). Toulouse! Hang on a second. Just a minute now. I won't be long. I'm almost finished getting ready.

Toulouse adjusts his necktie and runs his tongue along his upper teeth. A short, balding man opens the door.

MR. BARNABY. You're early today.

TOULOUSE. You're my first call this morning. May I come inside?

Mr. Barnaby stands aside to admit the salesman. Inside the two men sit down in armchairs facing one another. Mr. Barnaby slouches; Toulouse sits up very straight.

MR. BARNABY. What have you brought for me this morning, Toulouse?

TOULOUSE. This morning I'm going to sell you life insurance.

MR. BARNABY. But I'm not in danger of dying.

TOULOUSE. We're all in danger of dying sometime.

MR. BARNABY. Sometime. (Scratches his chin.) God knows.

TOULOUSE. Exactly. God knows. But I know a little something too: you have a twenty percent chance of having a heart attack.

MR. BARNABY (stunned but settles quickly). What must I do?

TOULOUSE. I am here to help you.

MR. BARNABY. When will I die?

TOULOUSE. I am a salesman, Mr. Barnaby.

MR. BARNABY. Will I go to heaven?

TOULOUSE. I don't see why not.

MR. BARNABY. I used to cheat Mr. Hawthorn, the town's tax collector.

TOULOUSE. No one will know.

MR. BARNABY. You know.

TOULOUSE. I'm the salesman.

MR. BARNABY. I once slept with Mildred, the butcher's wife. Twice actually, in the same night.

TOULOUSE. I'm not sure how appropriate this all is.

MR. BARNABY. Yes. (Crosses his legs.) Would you like some tea?

TOULOUSE. I would love some tea.

MR. BARNABY. Milk, no sugar?

TOULOUSE. Sugar, no milk.

MR. BARNABY. Two spoonfuls?

TOULOUSE. Please.

Mr. Barnaby goes to the kitchen and begins clattering the tea things. Toulouse rearranges the papers in his folder and puts his pen into his breast pocket. He checks his wristwatch.

TOULOUSE (calling through the doorway). Mr. Barnaby, how are you doing in there? I haven't much time left. Are you going to buy the life insurance?

MR. BARNABY (reappears looking flustered). Toulouse, you won't tell Mildred's husband, Mr. Johnston, will you? Puts the tea things down, gives Toulouse his cup.

TOULOUSE. Thank you.

MR. BARNABY. Are the Johnstons on your round this morning?

TOULOUSE (sips his tea). No, Johnston doesn't need life insurance.

MR. BARNABY. Right. Why is that?

TOULOUSE. I asked him. He said that he doesn't need it.

MR. BARNABY. It's settled then.

TOULOUSE. What is?

MR. BARNABY. I will buy life insurance. Johnston has Mildred; I have no one.

TOULOUSE. I'm sorry about that. Can I leave the forms on the table? (Holds up his teacup.) How many sugars did you put in this? It's not sweet at all.

MR. BARNABY. Two, like you said.

TOULOUSE. Heapfuls?

MR. BARNABY. Level.

TOULOUSE. Ah.

MR. BARNABY. Leave the forms, I'll go through them.

TOULOUSE (puts the papers down on the table). In your own time. 

MR. BARNABY. What about Mildred?

TOULOUSE. She'll go to heaven.

MR. BARNABY. Even without life insurance?

TOULOUSE. I'll have to talk to her husband about that.

MR. BARNABY. You said that you had spoken to him already.

TOULOUSE. I'll speak to him again.

MR. BARNABY. When?

TOULOUSE. Today. I'll try to catch George on his lunch break.

MR. BARNABY. Will Mildred be there?

TOULOUSE. I suppose. She keeps the house, cooks the meals.

MR. BARNABY. Will you give her this?

Presents a single pressed flower.

TOULOUSE (takes it). Who should I say it's from?

MR. BARNABY. Charles.  



II

Toulouse crosses the street to the Butterworth residence. He reads the information in his folder: Mrs. Butterworth, widow of Mr. Butterworth, previous owner of Butterworth & Butterworth Limited, antique traders. The Butterworth's only son, Manfred, took over the family business last year when his father was killed in an occupational accident. Manfred lives alone with his mother.

TOULOUSE (through the keyhole). Mrs. Butterworth! Mrs. Butterworth, it's Toulouse here! The town's salesman.

The door is opened by a tall, thin man in a dark suit.

MANFRED (puts on the latch). I was just leaving for work.

TOULOUSE. I've come to see your mother.

MANFRED. She can't afford to buy anything.

TOULOUSE. I'm selling life insurance today.

MANFRED. She can't afford it, Toulouse.

TOULOUSE. Then perhaps you can.

MANFRED. I need to go.

TOULOUSE. I have a job to do.

MANFRED. So do I. I was just leaving for it.

TOULOUSE. May I have a word with your mother?

MANFRED. No.

Toulouse tries to squeeze himself through the crack in the door. Manfred kicks his shin. Toulouse throws his body weight on the door's wooden panelling breaking the latch. Manfred leans his buttocks against the back of the door. The door swings a little in Manfred's direction, then a little in Toulouse's direction, and then back again in Manfred's direction.

MANFRED (screaming). Get out Toulouse!

TOULOUSE. Let me in!

MANFRED. Leave us alone!

TOULOUSE. Miser!

MANFRED. Peddler!

Mrs. Butterworth starts choking inside.

MANFRED (turning). Mother!

TOLOUSE. Mrs. Butterworth!

Mrs. Butterworth's coughing persists.

MANFRED. Mother! I'm coming!

TOULOUSE. Manfred! Mrs. Butterworth!

Toulouse steps away from the door and the door slams shut. He drops his briefcase to the floor, scattering his papers. He looks down for a long moment. Then he picks up the fallen forms, stuffs half of them into his briefcase, lodges the rest under his arm and runs home.  



III

Toulouse's house, in the kitchen. Toulouse's mother is standing by the sink when Toulouse arrives out of breath.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. What are you doing home so early?

TOULOUSE (collapses in a chair, takes off his hat and puts it down on the kitchen table). Mrs. Butterworth's sick.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Did you sell her life insurance?

TOULOUSE. Manfred wouldn't let me in.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Did you sell anyone life insurance?

TOULOUSE. Mr. Barnaby wanted it.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. He needs it.

TOULOUSE. What bracket do you think he falls into?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Barnaby? (Purses her lips.) Death by Falling.

TOULOUSE. What are the odds for that?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Nought- point- four percent.

TOULOUSE. How do you know this?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. It was in the Digest.

TOULOUSE. What else did the Digest say?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. That heart disease is the number one killer.

TOULOUSE. That's what I told Barnaby. What did the Digest say about life insurance?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. They were quoting the statistics this month. Next month they're going to give recommendations. I'm sure your life insurance will be in there.

TOULOUSE (drums his fingers on the table, turns to her). How are you feeling?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. A bit wheezy.

TOULOUSE. Have you taken your pump?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Yes. (Waves him away.) Will you bring brisket home for lunch?

TOULOUSE. How much do you want?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. A kilogram. We can finish it over the weekend.

TOULOUSE. Do we have mustard?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I'll check in the outside fridge.

She leaves the kitchen. Toulouse takes a form from his briefcase and begins to fill in his personal details. He stops at 'Next of kin' and crumples up the piece of paper.

Toulouse's mother comes back inside.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER (lifting her shoulders). No mustard.

TOULOUSE. Again?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I'll ask Mrs. Chaucer next door for some. I gave her a tub of butter last week. She owes us.

TOULOUSE. I can get mustard. It's easy for me to get it.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I'll get the mustard, you just get the meat.

TOULOUSE. How is Mrs. Chaucer?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. She's not well.

TOULOUSE. What's the matter with her?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I don't know. She doesn't like to talk about it.

TOULOUSE. How do you know that she'll have mustard?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Her niece makes sure that her pantry is well stocked in case anything should happen.

TOULOUSE. Like what?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. In case she should want anything.

TOULOUSE. What about the butter?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. She needed extra last week. She was baking a cake.

TOULOUSE (turns his hat around on the table).  When did Mr. Chaucer die?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. He's still alive.

TOULOUSE. Oh, I didn't know that. Do you think that I should try to sell them life insurance?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Not today.

TOULOUSE (clutches his stomach). I'm not feeling well.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER (moves closer to him). Toulouse, do you have a stomach ache? What's wrong? Are you hot? Do you have a fever? Is it a bug? I'm going to go get a thermometer.

She goes to the bathroom. When she returns Toulouse is making his way to the door, briefcase in hand.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Will you be home at one?

TOULOUSE (nods). With the brisket.

He leaves. Toulouse's mother puts the thermometer down onto the kitchen table next to her son's black felt hat. She bends down to the floor and picks up a small dried flower. She puts it in her apron pocket and wipes her hands on a dish cloth.  




IV

The Chaucer's living room. Mr. and Mrs. Chaucer are seated side by side on a couch. Mr. Chaucer is dressed in bed clothes. Mrs. Chaucer is wearing a prune- coloured tweed skirt- suit. Toulouse's mother is sitting opposite them in an armchair.

MRS. CHAUCER (clasping her hands). How is Toulouse, Rosemary?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. He's fine thank you, Charlotte. He's selling life insurance at the moment.

MR. CHAUCER. And how is that going?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. He's finding it difficult. People don't want to pay out.

MR. CHAUCER (shaking his head). For their lives. Isn't it crazy? (Turns to his wife, touches her wrist.) Are you hungry, Charlotte? Do you want something to eat? (Stands up.) Who wants cake? Charlotte makes the best cakes.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Oh, I know. I tried one once when-

MRS. CHAUCER. Isn't it a bit early for cake, Henry?

MR. CHAUCER. It's never too early for- (Turns to Toulouse's mother.) Would you like a slice of cake, Rosemary?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER (smiles weakly). Alright.

MRS. CHAUCER. Not for me, thank you.

Mr. Chaucer disappears into the kitchen.

MRS. CHAUCER (immediately to Toulouse's mother). He wanted to have children. I couldn't have children.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I'm sorry Charlotte.

MRS. CHAUCER. And now it's too late.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. But, if-

MRS. CHAUCER. It's too late.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I see.

MRS. CHAUCER. I think that he should leave me.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Now?

Mr. Chaucer brings the cake out on a tray and hands Toulouse's mother a serving.

MR. CHAUCER (smiling broadly). It's lemon- poppy seed. Charlotte's favourite.  



V

The Merrymans' house. Toulouse raps the metal door- knock.

TOULOUSE. Mr. Merryman, Mrs. Merryman, it's Toulouse here, the town's salesman.

Mrs. Merryman looks through the peephole but sees no one. Toulouse has bent down to tie his shoelace. She pulls the curtain adjacent to the door open and looks out onto Toulouse's well-oiled head.

MRS. MERRYMAN (opening the door). Toulouse, I was expecting you.

TOULOUSE (straightens up). That's interesting. Is your husband at home?

MRS. MERRYMAN. I'm afraid not.

TOULOUSE. What time will you be expecting him?

MRS. MERRYMAN. Only later this evening.

TOULOUSE. How do you feel about life insurance, Mrs. Merryman? May I have a glass of water?

MRS. MERRYMAN. Of course. Come inside.

He follows her in.

TOULOUSE (looking around). Where should I sit?

MRS. MERRYMAN (points to a few wooden chairs with paisley pillowcases grouped around a dining table). On any one of those chairs over there.

She goes to get Toulouse a glass of water from the kitchen. Toulouse chooses a chair next to the mantelpiece and sits down. He looks at the framed photographs of the Merryman family on display.

Mrs. Merryman returns and sets the glass down on the table in front of Toulouse. She sits across from him.

MRS. MERRYMAN (putting her elbows down). Tell me about life insurance, Toulouse.

TOULOUSE (takes three large gulps of water). How's Eugene?

MRS. MERRYMAN. He's a professional boxer now.

TOULOUSE. Really? I never knew that. How does that make you feel?

MRS. MERRYMAN. It's fine, as long as he doesn't get hurt. (Shifts her eyes.) How's your mother?


TOULOUSE. She has trouble breathing.

MRS. MERRYMAN. What's the matter?

TOULOUSE. We don't really know. (Looks at his briefcase. Looks at Mrs. Merryman.) Mrs. Merryman-

MRS. MERRYMAN. About the life insurance.

TOULOUSE. If Mr. Merryman takes out a policy on his life then he is both the policy holder and the party insured.

MRS. MERRYMAN. Alright.

TOULOUSE. If he takes out a policy on your life then he is the policy holder and you are the party insured.

MRS. MERRYMAN. What was Eugene like at school, Toulouse?

TOULOUSE. It was a long time ago. We weren't that close.

MRS. MERRYMAN. Did he have many friends?

TOULOUSE. It was a small school.

MRS. MERRYMAN. Do you think that we should buy him life insurance?

TOULOUSE. What weight class is he in?

MRS. MERRYMAN. Middle weight.

TOULOUSE. There's no guarantee. 

Hands her the forms.

MRS. MERRYMAN. I'll talk to my husband.

TOULOUSE (getting up). Will Eugene be home for the holidays?

MRS. MERRYMAN. I'm sure he will.

TOULOUSE. Tell him to call me, alright. You've got the forms?  



VI

George and Mildred Johnston's house. The baby is crying when Mrs. Johnston opens the front door to Toulouse. She is a stout young woman, wearing a shapeless cotton smock and her hair done up in a bun. She leaves Toulouse to find his own way in and runs to attend to the child.

Toulouse rocks back and forth on his heels in the living room with his hands in his pockets. Mrs. Johnston enters the room plaiting her hair.

TOULOUSE. Where's the baby?

MRS. JOHNSTON. She's asleep. She woke, I nursed her and now she's gone back to sleep. What is it that you want, Toulouse?

TOULOUSE. I'd like to speak to Mr. Johnston.

MRS. JOHNSTON. He'll be home shortly.

TOULOUSE. Where are the other girls? At school?

MRS. JOHNSTON. Yes. (She moves to pick up a doll from the floor and Toulouse catches sight of her ample bosom.) I've got laundry to do, if you'll excuse me.

TOULOUSE. Certainly.

Toulouse sits down at the table. Mr. Johnston comes in a few minutes later carrying three heavy parcels which he gives to his wife to take to the kitchen.

TOULOUSE (rising). Johnston, I need a brisket.

MR. JOHNSTON. Why didn't you go to the store, Toulouse? One of the boys out front would have helped you.

TOULOUSE. I wanted to come and ask you directly.

MR. JOHNSTON. Alright.

TOULOUSE. I need a brisket.

MR. JOHNSTON. Go to the store.

TOULOUSE. What about life insurance?

MR. JOHNSTON. We've discussed this already.

TOULOUSE. I'd like for you to reconsider.

MR. JOHNSTON. The answer is no.

Mrs. Johnston comes out from the kitchen, wiping her neck with the back of her hand.

MRS. JOHNSTON (addressing her husband). Will Toulouse be staying for lunch, George?

TOULOUSE. Oh, no, no, my mother is expecting me home any minute.

MR. JOHNSTON. I'm going to wash my hands. (Looks at his wife.) Mildred.

Toulouse follows Mrs. Johnston into the kitchen.

TOULOUSE (to Mildred). I came here because I'd like for George to buy life insurance for you and your family.

MRS. JOHNSTON (opens and closes the cupboard doors and fiddles with the knobs at the stove). What did my husband say?

TOULOUSE. He said that he would reconsider. He said that your opinion matters a great deal to him. He wants you to make the decision. (She shifts her head but says nothing. He catches her wrist as she walks past him to the oven.) Charles Barnaby sends his regards. 

He reaches into his pocket for the flower.

MR. JOHNSTON (poking his head through the doorway). How's it going in here?

TOULOUSE (clapping his hands). Oh George, Mildred is making the most delicious lunch!

MR. JOHNSTON (at the door). Nothing is going to happen, Toulouse. We can't afford it right now.

TOULOUSE. Speak to Mildred, George. She's worried about you.

MR. JOHNSTON (pained expression). She said that?

TOULOUSE. Look- a wife, three girls, a bun in the oven.

MR. JOHNSTON. Mildred's not pregnant.

TOULOUSE. Oh, excuse me. (Clears his throat.) Is there brisket in the store?

MR. JOHNSTON. How much do you want?

TOULOUSE. A kilogram.

MR. JOHNSTON. I'll call them and tell them that you're on your way to get it.

TOULOUSE. Thanks George. Be in contact.

Mr. Johnston closes the door.

Toulouse walks in the direction of Johnston's Butchers. He passes Mr. Barnaby.

MR. BARNABY. Toulouse! The town's salesman. How are the sales going? Up?

TOULOUSE. I can't speak right now, Mr. Barnaby. I'm in a hurry.

MR. BARNABY. When you are going to get married, Toulouse? You're not that young anymore, you know that. You can't wait forever. (Considers.) But I suppose that you have your mother. How is your mother?

TOULOUSE. Great, never been better.

He starts to sweat.

MR. BARNABY. Oh grand, grand. (Grips Toulouse's arm.) Did you tell Mildred?

TOULOUSE (pulling away). I haven't been there today. I've been busy. I've got to go. 

MR. BARNABY (releases his grip). Okay, Toulouse. No problem. Whenever you have a chance.

TOULOUSE. Sure, Barnaby, sure.  



VII

Toulouse's house. Toulouse's mother is standing on the back step waiting for him. He arrives carrying the brisket.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. You're late. They walk into the kitchen together.

TOULOUSE. I had to go to Johnston's house before I went to the store. Did you get the mustard? (She looks at him guiltily.) You didn't get the mustard. What happened? Didn't the Chaucers have mustard?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I couldn't ask her for it, Toulouse. I'm sorry, I couldn't ask her.

TOULOUSE (irritably). I told you to let me get the mustard. 

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I don't think that you should try to sell the Chaucers life insurance.

TOULOUSE. That's absurd. This is the time for them to buy life insurance. I'm going there tomorrow.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Please, go Monday.

TOULOUSE (turning away). What are we going to eat with the brisket?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I've made mashed potatoes.

TOULOUSE. What condiment?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Toulouse.

TOULOUSE. Johnston's have mustard on the counter.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. It doesn't matter.

TOULOUSE. It matters to me.

They sit down to eat.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. She asked about you, Charlotte.

TOULOUSE (cutting his food). What did you say?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. That it hasn't been easy for you, trying to sell life insurance.

TOULOUSE (looks up from his plate). You said that to a potential customer?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Forget it. Do you want peas? 

She offers him the bowl.

TOULOUSE. No. How are your lungs? Have you used the pump again?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Not since this morning. How are the Johnstons?

TOULOUSE. Mildred's pregnant.  

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Again? Poor girl.

TOULOUSE. Johnston denied it. He doesn't want anyone to know.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Who are you planning on calling on this afternoon?

TOULOUSE (wipes his mouth with a serviette). I was thinking of the Whitmores. 

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Valerie? She'll understand.  



VIII

Toulouse arrives at the Whitmores' house with his briefcase after lunch. Mrs. Whitmore is at home with her daughter, Alison.

MRS. WHITMORE (at the door). Toulouse, you obviously know Alison.

ALISON (demure). Hello Toulouse.

TOULOUSE (bowing his head). Alison. Mrs. Whitmore. 

MRS. WHITMORE (taking Alison's hand). Let's go into the living room.

They sit down on sofas opposite each other: Mrs. Whitmore and Alison on one side and Toulouse on the other.

MRS. WHITMORE. How is your mother, Toulouse? How is her bronchitis?

TOULOUSE. Asthma.

MRS. WHITMORE. Does she have asthma?

TOULOUSE. No one really knows what she has. (He has a dizzy spell, puts his head down to rest on his palm and closes his eyes.) I think that I may be ill.

MRS. WHITMORE (agitated, fanning her hands). Toulouse! Do you want a pill? Here, take a pill. 

Pops open her pillbox.

TOULOUSE. I think I better go.

MRS. WHITMORE. Toulouse! Take a pill!

ALISON. Mother! (Turns to Toulouse.) What do you do, Toulouse?

TOULOUSE. I'm a salesman.

ALISON. What do you sell?

TOULOUSE. Various things. (Shrugs.) Life insurance. That's actually why I'm here.

MRS. WHITMORE. Oh.

ALISON and MRS. WHITMORE together. Why?

TOULOUSE. About a job. In Mr. Whitmore's hardware store.

MRS. WHITMORE (frowning). As a salesman?

TOULOUSE. No, as a repairman.

MRS. WHITMORE. What do you want to repair?

TOULOUSE. Drains, floors, ceilings- anything.

MRS. WHITMORE. You'd be working in people's houses then, not in the store. Is that what you want, to fix people's houses?

TOULOUSE. Yes, that's what I want.

MRS. WHITMORE. You'll have to ask Rupert. It's his business.

TOULOUSE. I intend to. I was just wondering maybe if you could- 

Pauses.

MRS. WHITMORE. Toulouse?

ALISON. We'll talk to him.

TOULOUSE (drops his eyes). Thank you.

Toulouse stands up, loses his balance and falls back onto the sofa. He stands up again and starts to laugh. His laughter becomes louder, maniacal. Mrs. Whitmore looks at her daughter.

TOULOUSE (pulling himself together). Pardon me, Mrs. Whitmore. I seem to have lost myself there for a moment. (Looks at Alison.) It's been lovely seeing you.  



IX

Toulouse stops by the grocery store after leaving the Whitmores. He sees his mother in the aisle where they keep the sauces and relishes.

TOULOUSE. Mother, what are you doing here?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Toulouse. I came to buy mustard.

TOULOUSE. I came to buy mustard. (They turn to the shelves together.) I'm not going to the Chaucers.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER (turns to him). Not on Monday?

TOULOUSE. No.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Did you see the Whitmores?

TOULOUSE. Yes. Mrs. Whitmore is going to speak to her husband about finding me a job.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. As?

TOULOUSE. As a repairman.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER (smiles but conceals her smile). Oh.

TOULOUSE (casually). Alison was there. (Scrutinizing the jars.) I think that I might ask her out for dinner. (Turns to his mother.) Wholegrain or smooth?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I won't interfere.

TOULOUSE (helpless). Do you think that she'll say yes?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I'm sure that she will.

TOULOUSE. Who's going to get the mustard?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I will. Do you want to get it?

TOULOUSE. I'll get it.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Alright. Toulouse?

TOULOUSE. Yes?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. I'll see you at home. 

She turns to leave.

TOULOUSE (stops her). Are there any peas leftover?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. There should be some peas left.

TOULOUSE. I'd like to have peas for dinner with the brisket please.

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. Alright, I'll heat them up.

TOULOUSE. And potatoes?

TOULOUSE'S MOTHER. We can have potatoes too if you want.

TOULOUSE. Let's have potatoes. I'll be home soon.