BUYER: No, no, no, nothing is really grabbing me.
DEALER: I am afraid that's all the gallery's latest acquisitions.
BUYER: What about this piece?
DEALER: Ah, yes, for his latest work Damien has pickled... a... cucumber.
EMPLOYEE: Here, that's my lunch...Ow.
DEALER: I am sure you will recognise that it represents a significant conceptual departure, going beyond cross-section to explore the plastic possibilities of the... um... crinkle cut.
BUYER: Yes, yes, a powerful comment I am sure, but is it cutting edge?! Now, what is it we have through here?
EMPLOYEE: The gent...
DEALER: A side gallery, for our more discerning gentlemen.
BUYER: Ah this is more like it! But, just a little derivative don't you think of Marcel Duchamp? Though the cigarette butt does lend a contemporary relevance...
DEALER: (ASIDE) Darren for f**k's sake you'll set off the fire alarms.
BUYER: But you're hiding something from me aren't you? My connoisseur's nose is telling me.
EMPLOYEE: I'll open the window.
BUYER: My God!
EMPLOYEE: Yeah sorry about that, I forgot to flu...
BUYER: It's magnificent! An entirely organic work of art! A pure expression of the artist's gut instinct, unmediated through any intellectual construct. And the cleverness of the framing device - the facile bourgeois purity of the ovoid white porcelain. Ah the artist has signed it. Is that Shanks?
DEALER: Yes, Armitage is at the forefront of young British artists.
BUYER: Well of course; in a single creative expulsion he has encapsulated the whole ethos of modern British Art. I must have it!
DEALER: Shall we say ... two million?
BUYER: A steal. Have it sent to my offices. Now I must be going, the Arts Council does not run itself.
DEALER: Bye. (TO EMPLOYEE) I hope you're getting plenty of roughage, only at two we've got Charles Saatchi in for a viewing.
END.