door.

Where's the picture gone?

Um-um-um... Er-er...

What, what, what?

Oh, Jesus! Oh, God!

Jesus, God! Oh, Mary!

Mother of Jesus! Jesus of Nazareth!

Why am I worrying? You did it!

All I have to do is tell them what happened!

Then they'll say, "Who left him alone with the picture?"

I say, "ME"! And they say, "You're fired. "

I say, "Fine. "

They say, "Prosecute him for negligence. "

My wife leaves me, my daughter becomes a prostitute.

I wind up on Death Row with Butch McDick!

I gotta calm down.

OK, give me one more look at the painting.

Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!