"Its a museum."
"Art gallery. Too huge, too posh, too private."
"How do you know about this place?"
"My mum, she had a friend, who died couple of years ago. And now the keys stay with my mum until they decide what to do with this place."
"Like, sell it?"
"Yes."
"Why? It's so beautiful. Can't you keep it as a gift?"
"Its unfair. These paintings deserve much more."
"Bu-"
"Shut up, come here."
"What are we doing?"
"We're lying down in the middle of an art gallery."
"Its five thirty in the friggin' morning."
"I'm sleepy."
