Starring:
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“On Monday I went over to see the painting. Serge had actually got hold of it on Saturday, but he’d been lusting after it for months. This white painting with white lines.” |
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“Hmmmmm?” |
“Jean Delauney would take it off my hands for 220,000.” |
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“You paid 200,000 francs for this shit!?” |
“It’s a very special felt tip. It writes on any surface.” |
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“You don’t understand the seriousness of this, do you?” |
“You’re kidding, you just speak to my secretary.” |
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“Yes…..Yes… Yes! |
“It doesn’t count if he laughed first.” |
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“You look at this piece of shit, but never mind – never mind, there’s a system behind it.” |
“Yvan, Speak for yourself. Describe your feelings to me.” |
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“Yvan liked the Antrios.” |
“She said, if Collete’s name is on the invitation, take mine of it.” |
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“…in aid of an event, the importance of which I’m having some trouble grasping.” |
“Read Seneca.” |
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“There are no colors! You can’t see them!” |
“The Antrios IS NOT WHITE!” |
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“Yvan returns!” |
“..as I mount the penitential stair, I think, this is a cry for help.” |
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“A man of his time plays his part in the fundamental dynamic of evolution.” |
“In my view, the two of you are an aberration. A pair of fossils.” |
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“Oh Shit! If I find out you’ve burst my eardrum!” |
“You Son of a Bitch --- Get out of my away, Yvan!” |
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“What am I supposed to do? I farted around for forty years, I made you laugh.” |
plink |
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Chris is thinking: “just one more
olive, thank God!” |
“Go on.” |
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“Well, I’m starving. You want to go eat?” |
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