La migliore offerta

Virgil Oldman:
What's it like living with a woman?

Lambert:
Like taking part in an auction sale. You never know if yours will be the best offer.

Billy Whistler:
I wouldn't be so sure if I were you. Human emotions are like works of art. They can be forged. They seem just like the original, but they are a forgery.

Virgil Oldman:
Forgery?

Billy Whistler:
Everything can be faked, Virgil. Joy, pain, hate... illness, recovery. Even love.

Virgil Oldman:
[Inspecting a painting] It's a fake.

First daughter:
How is that possible? It's beautiful!

Virgil Oldman:
I didn't say it was ugly, I said it wasn't authentic.

Robert:
Why did you never marry, never have kids?

Virgil Oldman:
The regard I have for women is equal to the fear I've always had of them. And to my failure to understand them.

Claire:
In an old article of yours I found on the internet, you said: There's something authentic in every forgery. What did you mean?

Virgil Oldman:
When simulating another's work the forger can't resist the temptation to put in something of himself. Often it's just a trifle, a detail of no interest. One unsuspected stroke, by which the forger inevitably ends up betraying himself, and revealing his own utterly authentic sensibilities.

Claire:
I'm not in the habit of speaking to people very much.

Virgil Oldman:
Believe me, that's considerable stroke of good fortune. Talking to people is extremely perilous. However, it was you who made the call, so you're running the risk.

Robert:
[his voice through the robot] There is always something authentic concealed in every forgery. I couldn't agree more. That's why I'll miss you, Mr. Oldman.

[last lines]

Waiter:
Are you on your own, sir?

Virgil Oldman:
No, I'm waiting for someone.