Ken: So said the Cubist, the second bef...

Ken: So said the Cubist, the second before you stomped him to death. (Rothko stops, looks at him.) “Tragic, really, to grow superfluous in your own lifetime” ... Right? “The child must banish the father. Respect him, but kill him.” ... Isn’t that what you said? ... You guys went after Cubists and Surrealists and, boy, did you love it. And now your time has come and you don’t want to go. Well, exit stage left, Rothko. Because Pop Art has banished Abstract Expressionism ... I only pray to God they have more generosity of spirit than you do, and allow you some dignity as you go. (He glances around at the paintings.) Consider: the last gasp of a dying race ... Futility. (Beat.) Don’t worry; you can always sign menus for money.