Pick a painter.
Uh. Hassam.
American. Pick someone else.
What are you doing?
You'll see.
Van Gogh.
Figures.
What do I win?
He's French, right?
No, he's from the Netherlands.
Damn. Keep going, princess.
You want me to name a French painter?
Yes.
Gauguin!
Where was he born?
Paris.
Okay! Pack your shit and for the kids, we're doing a fly-by.
What the fuck, Benjamin?
You want to go to Paris, I'm taking you to Paris.
Are you okay?
Have I been drinking? No. Can I read? Yes. I'm taking my wife to Paris because she wants to go and if you think Creepface is going to laud that over any of us, you'd be wrong, bee.
You don't have to take me to Paris.
Maybe I want to. Besides, you travel better without warning. And I have four days so let's get a move on.
Seriously?
Seriously. It will be worse than one of those 14 countries in 14 days things, I'll tell you that now.
No it won't.
Why not?
I get to see you.
And?
And Paris!
Jesus, it's about time you showed some enthusiasm.
We don't have to do this.
We don't have to do anything. Instead, let's do what we want. Let's go see a fucking Gauguin painting.
Why, Ben? If it's only to get back at Caleb-
No, bee. Life is short. And everytime you empty your head, I remember that fact.
