Unhand my painting this instant.
Uh, pay no mind to the lady of the house, gentlemen.
As you were.
What do you think you're doing?
I was under the impression that you had
at least a few more months before dementia kicked in.
standing suites at the south fork,
and our yacht you've suddenly grown fond of again,
actually costs money.
Auctioning off one of the pieces
from your collection this afternoon
will keep us afloat... for June.
Oh, and when, pray tell,
will you be sacrificing your ferrari?
We can discuss that in July. Unless, of course,
you've suddenly found our stolen millions?
July it is.
I decided to do some baking.
I thought I'd... share.
That's my favorite. How considerate...
and ironic that my wife is
the only woman in this family who doesn't care about me.