i'm mike shaw. mr. shaw, we thought we were just going to see your painting. we didn't realize you were coming. oh, it was a last-minute thing. uh, call me mike. mike. hello. i'm gertrude. i'm bill tallarino and this is my wife, sharon kwiatkowski-tallarino. may i just say that you are our greatest living american artist, bar none. bar none. ( cell phone rings ) excuse me. is there anything worse than making phony conversation with phony art lovers? yes. living with one. my son-in-law is the host. and if you didn't want your bum kissed, you shouldn't have come. that's all they do here. i wasn't going to come, but my gallery insisted. oh, well, i am going to go upstairs watching a boxing match should you feel the need to get away. well, i probably shouldn't, but maybe just the first rlund. all right, then. just liquor. so, it actually took georgegeernard shaw longer to rectify his billing error than it did for him to write man and superman. that's great. are those the drinks? yes. ( doorbell rinin ) oh, excuse me. bibi and sharon. thad and jeremy, welcome. niles