MARC: Expensive
SERGE: Two hundred thousand.
MARC: Two hundred thousand?
SERGE:Jean Delauney would take it off my hands for two hundred and twenty.
MARC: Who's that?
SERGE: Delauney?
MARC: Never heard of him.
SERGE: Jean Delauney! The Delauney gallery!
MARC: The Delauney gallery would take it off your hands for two twenty?
SERGE: No, not the gallery. Him. Delauney himself. For his own collection.
MARC: So why didn't Delauney buy it?
SERGE: It's important for them to sell to private clients. That's how the market circulates.
MARC: Uh huh...
SERGE: Well? (Marc says nothing.) You're not in the right place. Look at it from this angle. Can you see the lines?
MARC: What's the name of the...?
SERGE: Painter. Antrios.
MARC: Well known?
SERGE: Very. Very! (pause)
MARC: Serge, you haven't bought this painting for two hundred thousand francs?
SERGE: You don't understand, that's what it costs. It's an Antrios.
MARC: You haven't bought this painting for two hundred thousand francs?
SERGE: I might have known you'd miss the point.
MARC: You paid two hundred thousand francs for this shit?

Taken from 'Art' by Yasmina Reza; link to painting:[link]
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Has nothing to do with 'Art':
So apparently everybody loved my cupcakes. (those who were able to get one of the 48 before they were attacked by ravenous high school students) Next time I'll make 84...or maybe I'll just make cookies. Those are a lot easier to carry around than bags of cupcakes....maybe Monday...Whada ya think?

Has something to do with 'Art':

I've only read the first few pages of the play but it's pretty good. It's a about this guy named Serge who buys a white painting with white lines on it for two hundred thousand francs. His friend Marc doesn't see what's so special about what he calls "this shit". And they get into arguments over it and bring other people into it to the put where their friendship is basically almost screwed. It's pretty funny...And it's one of my opts. for my final drama project where I get to create the set/props for each scene and basically do whatever I want because I'm the only one who chose to do an independent project.

Would you buy a white painting with white lines for two hundred thousand francs just because you considered it art? Or would you be like "two hundred thousand francs for this shit!"?

Having nothing to do at all with anything:

In the words of Diane, Topher, and me;

Diane
(to Topher)Lord help you child.

Me
He already tried.

Topher
(confused, turns to Diane) You have a boyfriend named Ryan?


Oh...the woes of miscommunication. How come this only happens when I'm at lunch with Diane and Topher? This convo is not as bad as the egg conversation which somehow got started from "I'm not a man" and "Bring blank CDs tomorrow."

Got to go...

Laters.
-Mo