What's the meaning of this shit? Boy with Apple? I thought you'd hidden it. Why are you...

Dmitri: [Discovering Boy with Apple's disappearance] What's the meaning of this shit? Laetizia: [Three sisters speak simultaneously] Boy with Apple? I thought you'd hidden it. Marguerite: [Three sisters speak simultaneously] Why are you only noticing now? Carolina: [Three sisters speak simultaneously] I assumed you took it. I assumed it went to the tax appraiser. Dmitri: Are you fucking kidding me?

"I bequeath, bestow and devise, free of all taxation "and with full and absolute fiduciary entitlement, "the painting known as 'Boy with Apple... - Wow! -"...by Johannes van Hoytl" - I can't believe it. - "...the younger" What? "...which gave us both so much pleasure." The van Hoytl? Tax-free? Can she do that? Who's Gustave H? I'm afraid that's me, darling. That fucking faggot! He's a concierge. What are you doing here? I've come to pay my respects to a great woman whom I loved. This man is an intruder in my home! It's not yours yet, Dmitri. Only when probate is granted, and the Deed of Entitlement... You're not getting Boy with Apple, you goddamn little fruit! How's that supposed to make me feel? Call the police. We're pressing charges.