Sir, I would like you to leave my gallery immediately.
I have a right to attend this gallery. So what, huh? Am I too poor? I have a tattoo by this artist on my back! See?
But he'll die!
What's going on behind me?
Is that a Soutine painting...on his back? Sir, can I buy this painting from you?
I'll pay 100,000 francs for that artwork on your back, as well as the skin-grafting operation.
Well, that is a tempting proposition, sir.
Hello. I own the Hotel Bristol in Cannes. How about you live in my hotel? That way, all you have to do is relax in the sun so all of our guests can admire your artwork. There'll be a plump woman to manicure your toes and a maid to serve you breakfast.
Well, I am hungry. Why not?
We can discuss this over roast duck and Chamberlain, if you like.
For the sake of our friend, Drioli, I pray that wherever he may be at this moment, there is a plump attractive girl to manicure the nails of his fingers, and a maid to bring him breakfast in bed in the mornings.