Now, what about the furniture? I wouldn't want anything that belonged to Curtis. It would...

[last lines] Gobby: [to Christabel, as she's moving her belongings out of Curtis' house] Now, what about the furniture? Christabel: I wouldn't want anything that belonged to Curtis. It would only remind me of... happier times. Gobby: [Arthur comes out with a large armload of expensive fur coats and puts them in her car, Gobby pointing at the coats] Won't those remind you... just a little? Christabel: [coyly] I'll simply have to force myself. Arthur: [closing the car door with Christabel behind the wheel] Goodbye, madam. Christabel: [as Arthur walks away back into the house] Goodbye, Arthur. My portrait... Gobby: [to Christabel] That's mine. Curtis gave it to me for getting you out of the house. Christabel: Even you couldn't be so despicable. Gobby: Sure I could. Listen Christabel, will you do me a favor. I didn't want to ask you, but if you just get yourself mixed up in one more little scandal, I'd be able to sell you for more money. It only stands to reason. Why what's happened already between you and Curtis has made your price go up. Christabel: [smiling knowingly] Yes, you're right. Gobby: [sticking out his hand as Christabel is just about to turn over the ignition] Just a minute. Where's the key to the house? Christabel: You're contemptible. Gobby: [cutting her off] No. I'm Gobby. Remember? The key? [Christabel slaps the key in Gobby's hand just before driving off] Gobby: [as Arthur emerges from the house with Christabel's portrait, and Gobby puts his hand on it] Ah, my portrait... Arthur: [holding on tight to the portrait] May I have the key, sir? [Gobby nonchalantly drops the key in Arthur's hand, Arthur lets go of the portrait, and the two men bow to each other in farewell] Arthur: [the scene switches to Gobby's art gallery where he happily changes the price tag on Christabel's portrait from $250 to $500]