Audrey Zazou (head of Blatherskite's Paris Bureau): Well Monsieur Trichet, this is a fine mess you've got us into. Jean-Claude Trichet (president of the European Central Bank): I don't know what you're talking about, Ms Deneuve. Audrey: You old flatterer, why don't you reduce interest rates? All our banks our going bust, at this rate I'll have go back to my old job. Trichet: Which was? Audrey: Un escort of course, at least it's cash. Trichet: Well Ms Zazou, you must realise that our first task is to manage inflation and only then to try to help ze economy. Obviously there's a lot of pressure on us at ze bank to reduce interest rates and let everybody go potty again, with ze credit and ze bad investments. Nic Sarkozy is ringing me up every morning at 4am! Audrey: That's because Carla is wailing away doing 'er folk songs. But 'e's right isn't he Jean-Claude? The financial system is fucked! Trichet: Well, of course. Audrey: So what are you going to do about about it? Trichet: Have dinner and a few drinks, maybe it will be better in ze morning. Are you free? Audrey: I'll do nearly anything for a hot meal, but I still think you're avoiding my questions. Trichet: Peut-etre, you're not going to write this down are you?