(ALEX and MONK are both lying on the floor.)
ALEX: … Monk?
ALEX: I’m not dressed for work.
MONK: Me either.
ALEX: Cold floor. Filthy ceiling. Terrible headache.
MONK: There also appear to be — urgh — bars on the window. And everyone seems to be speaking French.
ALEX: So, not my apartment.
ALEX: What does it all mean?
MONK: That was a great party.