:52:04
So why don't you think about it,
and I'll wait.
:52:31
Love can never be portrayed
the same way as a tree...
:52:36
...or the sea, or any other mystery.
:52:41
It's the eyes, with which we see.
:52:44
It's the sinner in the saint.
:52:48
It's the light inside the paint.
:53:00
I always knew those lines
would come in handy one day.
:53:05
I had to thank Izzy for that.
:53:19
You understand that celebrities
depend entirely on my judgment,
:53:23
because the line between art and garbage
can be thin.
:53:28
Sometimes even artists cannot see it.
:53:31
And sometimes it is my decision
that makes it what it is.
:53:37
Therefore, the artist is often
merely the painter,
:53:42
and the dealer is actually the artist.
:53:46
- Right, the bullshit artist.
- Luckily the painter is dead, so I can speak freely.
:53:51
- Oh, don't hesitate, please.
- It is, of course, garbage.
:53:56
I knew it!