linda's like, they've run out of money! you see all those empty pallets? they're begging for money. i'm like, those empty pallets? dream on! all that material is going up in the conning tower. you see the shape of that thing? they always beg for money! they begged for his gala birthday party at his estate on martha's vineyard! for mammon's sake. he's got billions and billions, and more where that comes from! it's getting higher! she's like, it's hideous! i can't stand it! i can't even look. i know! i can't bear it! but i'm smiling cuz she hates it more than me even if that's possible, no it's not, i just enjoy somebody else bearing witness with me up on 17, writhing in agony. we love it, me thinks, this privileged suffering.