[originaltext]M: Excuse me, madam. Would you mind letting me take a look in you

M: Excuse me, madam. Would you mind letting me take a look in your bag?
W: I beg your pardon?
M: I’d like to look into your bag, if you don’t mind.
W: Who are you to insist? I advise you to take off, before I call a policeman.
M: I am a policeman, madam. Here’s my identity card.
W: What’? Oh ... well ... and just what fight does that give you to go around looking into people’s bags?
M: None whatsoever, unless I have reason to believe that there’s something in the bags belonging to someone else.
W: What do you mean belonging to someone else?
M: Well, perhaps, things that haven’t been paid for?
W: Are you talking about stolen goods?
M: Exactly, but if the citizens are honest, they wouldn’t mind, would they?
W: Stopping people in the street and demanding to see what in their bags!
M: I’m sorry. I’m trying to do my job as politely as possible. However, I must insist on seeing what you have in your bag.
W: And what, precisely, do you expect to find in there’?
M: Thank you, madam.
W: Not at all.
M: Mm. Sixteen lipsticks?
W: Yes, nothing unusual in that. I like to change the color with my mood.
M: I see you smoke a lot. Fifteen cigarette lighters!
W: Yes, I am rather a heavy smoker.
M: Now are you going to come along quietly or am I going to have to call for help?
W: But this is unfair!