Father G: Next! Next customer! Hi.
Alter Boy: Here, put this underneath. I’ll give you a paper towel.
Father G: Pardon me, madam. I spilled my champagne. I’m drinking on the job. I can’t take all this sin without drinking. It will only be a second.
Woman: Bless me, Father, for I have sinned.
Father G: What have you done?
Woman: I’ve tried to convince the world that bad art is good art. On numerous occasions.
Father G: Well, then, I think you’re probably damned to eternal hellfire.
Woman: There is no hope for me?
Father G: Well, I think you have to change your ways. You have to advocate Truth and Beauty.
Woman: But what if Truth and Beauty will not pay me to keep my rent and sustain my life?
Father G: Well, Truth and Beauty always pays in the end. I know it’s hard to understand that in today’s art market.
Woman: So I’m just bringing the end sooner. I’m embracing the end...
Father G: Well, if you find yourself forced to prostitute yourself...
Woman: As I am doing constantly.
Father G: Then perhaps you need to find an outlet for the truth.
Woman: So create my own outlet.
Father G: Yes, get a Twitter...
Woman: Get a Twitter account.
Father: A Twitter account. You may begin to tell the truth anonymously and it will catch on. Call a spade a spade. If a piece of art looks like a turd, call it a turd. And just because the dealers and the auctioneers say something is good doesn’t mean anything. It’s just an object of speculation. Don’t be afraid to stand up for quality. Go in peace.
Woman: Thank you, Father.