Get out of my house.Oh, your house?Well, this placard I intercepted at the front door augurs otherwise.Stevie's not gonna let up.Neither will I.Why are you here, Conrad?You know, I-I'd heard rumors that there was a certain de la Tour original gracing the foyer.It's a shameless volley from Pascal that I returned.Oh, good.Because the idea of you with that man makes my blood boil.Well, that almost makes him appealing.However, your opinion is as inappropriate as this intrusion.I would think you would be bothering your first ex-wife over her recent public revelation.- Revelation? - Oh, Conrad.All the morning newspapers you flip through,and you always skip Page 6.You sizing up the competition?Not exactly.They want me to be their new editor-in-chief.In Rome.I didn't, uh -- didn't know that was something you wanted.Oh, no, it's not.No, I mean, this is an amazing opportunity.But all I really want is "Voulez."And you.Then you're a lucky girl, 'cause you've already got both.Well, this magazine will never be mine as long as my father is in the picture.
