"Trite."
"Obviously this guy has a lot of time on his hands."
"Someone please explain to me how this got in here!"
"I think it's beautiful," Bernadette finally spoke up.
"It's just a bunch of scribbles." Bigsley was incredulous. "What could possibly be beautiful about it?"
"Oh, the lines, the movement, the spontaneity." Bigsley scoffed. "Let me guess," said Bernadette. "You could do better?"
"You got that right, Baby. Get me a bucket of paint and an old mop, and I'll paint you something just as good for a fraction of the price."
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