"Looks like the old boy's been doing all right," the shorter man said. "Fathead's gonna be pleased."
"A very gratifying consignment," his companion said. "However, we'd best hurry, Manny. How much time have we left on this charge?"
"Plenty. Fifteen minutes anyway."
The thin man opened a package, glanced at a painting.
"Ah, magnificent. Almost the equal of Picasso in his puce period."
Manny shuffled through the other pictures in the stack.
"Like always," he grumbled. "No nood dames. I like nood dames."
"Look at this, Manny! The textures alone—"
Manny looked. "Yeah, nice use of values," he conceded. "But I still prefer nood dames, Fiorello."
"And this!" Fiorello lifted the next painting. "Look at that gay play of rich browns!"