Art

Jo's attempts to pass off his nephew's nursery scrawl as a Pollock, were met with a certain degree of scepticism.

Which brings to mind the following exchange in Woody Allen film, Play it Again Sam. He is trying to proposition a girl in an art gallery...
Allen: “That’s quite a lovely Jackson Pollock, isn’t it?”
Girl: "Yes, it is.”
Allen: “What does it say to you?”
Girl: “It restates the negativeness of the universe. The hideous lonely emptiness of existence. Nothingness. The predicament of man forced to live in a barren, godless eternity"
Allen: “What are you doing Saturday night?”
Girl: “Committing suicide.”
Allen: “What about Friday night?”