Two older black men in dark sunglasses and sports coats climb the steps of the Portrait Gallery and sit down on a stone bench to eat lunch. One is barrel chested and the other, rail thin, walks with a cane.

Rail thin man: But she [unintelligible] every day.

Barrel-chested man: Yeah, but she's a lot better now she had the demon cast out of her.

RTM: Really?

BCM: Oh, yeah. She almost back to normal.

RTM: Well, that's good.