I just experienced an absolutely perfect real-life joke scenario:
A French woman just came to our door selling large paintings of Parisian streetscapes, landmarks and scenery.
I was hiding in the bedroom in a state of relative undress at the time. The Wah came in to tell me they were actually quite good; and he'd regretted turning her down.
Wait for it...
"Probably for the best - we don't really have the Monet."
Thank you! Thank you very much!
(Mind you, how the French lady got through the main door of the apartment block is another question, but we'll leave that aside for the moment. Just revel in the glow of my perfect joke).