Mr. Melon, your wife was just showing us her Klimt.
You too, huh? She's shown it to everybody.
Well, she's very proud of it.
I'm proud of mine too. I don't go waving it around at parties, though.
It's an exceptional painting.
Oh, the painting.
I wasn't in a class room, hoping I was right, thinking about it. I was up to my knees in rice paddies, with guns that didn't work! Going in there, looking for Charlie, slugging it out with him; While PUSSIES like you were back here partying, putting headbands on, doing drugs, and listening to the GODDAMN BEATLE ALBUMS! OH! OH! OH!