Doris:
[looking at the room] My favorite color! Putty.
Harry Zimm:
What do you want, Doris?
Doris:
I miss Murray, Harry.
Harry Zimm:
Yeah, I miss him, too. Hell of a good writer, you know. I should know, I discovered him. Made him what he was.
Doris:
What he was, was a hack. He couldn't get a job writing for anybody but you. I'm being honest. He was a lousy writer, but he was a good husband. I just didn't know until it was too late.
Harry Zimm:
Yeah, well, twenty/twenty hindsight and all that. You know what they say.
Doris:
I hate being alone. The house is so quiet, so lonely. It needs a man's touch.
Harry Zimm:
Nice necklace, Doris.
Edith:
My God, what is this? It looks like a genuine Van Gogh, but I've never seen it before...
Dan:
Is that an original, John?
John Oldman:
No, it's just a gift someone gave me.
Edith:
Still, it's a superb copy. Contemporaneous I think, may I take a closer look?
John Oldman:
Please, yeah.
Edith:
Yes, it's the same stretcher Van Gogh used.
Dan:
Hey, there's writing on the back. It's in French.
Edith:
To my friend Jacques Bon. Wonder who that was?
John Oldman:
Someone he knew, I guess.
