-Lily: How could you?

-Rufus: Actually, I like this here.

-Lily: This is no joke, Humphrey.

-Rufus: What are you doing with that?

-Lily: The question is, what are you doing sellingit to me?

-Rufus: You...You're Bex's client.

-Lily: Oh, and you didn't know.

-Rufus: I'm just surprised you hired someone withtaste.

-Lily: well, I am equally as shocked. Because whenshe said she found something amazing in Brooklyn, Your gallery never entered mymind.

-Rufus: You'd have to actually recognize art toremember the place.

-Lily: What i recognize is the fact That, your wifewould not want this hanging in my house.

-Rufus: Alison's a professional artist. She doesn'tdo background checks on prospective buyers. And neither do I. Besides, it’sbeen almost 20 years.

-Lily: And you still don't know women.

-Rufus: And you still know it all.

-Lily: Your wife despises me.

-Rufus: I wouldn't say that.

-Lily: Well, she did. I mean, she may have beenwearing a slip dress. And doc martens at the time, but she definitely meant it.

-Rufus: She's not like you. She doesn't hold on tothat stuff.

-Lily: Why don't you call and ask her? Or are youstill giving her her space? Because trust me, putting this up in my house, evenhaving this conversation with you, will only drive her further away.

-Rufus: Well, what do you want me to do then?

-Lily: Take it back. You can call Bex and set up arefund.

-Rufus: So what'd you think of it?

-Lily: I thought...It was extraordinary.