Famous cinema guy doesn't know yet that he his beautiful muse cuckolds him with the lead actor in his film

I do know when you're not here.

And how's that?

The silence, the beautiful silence.

Look, if you want a relationship to end right now,

just say the word.

But you know what?

No one is going to see or sell your artwork.

So I paint for myself.

You just go ahead and do that, then.

Look, you know, everything was fine

until you decided to be my manager.

The reason I started managing you

is because I saw the real talent in you.

And with my friends and connections,

you could be a real ***** in the art world.

You saw me as an assembly line,

selling out like all the other artists before me

to commercialism.

And by the way, thank you for that.

You should have been born in the '20s.

You'd fit right in.

Yeah, well, at least those artists had integrity.

They never sold out.

They died destitute and penniless.

Yeah, and it was those rich bastards

who bought their art years after they were dead

for outrageous prices that made it impossible

for the average guy to buy a piece.

You know what, honey?

That's why they sell posters in art museums.

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