Luxury Connoisseur Prints

A Magic carpet Limo.

"That's no oil, it's my bottle of 1988 Chateau Petrus I spilled while checking your brake lines. That's gonna cost ya!"

'Don't you think you're pampering him a bit?'

Horace saved the best cigar until last...

"And this our sport version...it has a nice sunroof in it!"

"I think I need an extra pillow."

'Okay...3.5 billion in stock, 2.5 billion in cash, 80 million in deferred compensation, my own private jet, a luxury car lease for the next ten years, 3 club memberships and...

A Macaroni in 1772

'If we have only fractional ownership, it's not a private jet anymore, is it?'

'You sent your wife to get a bottle of wine from the wine cellar? Your jet doesn't have a wine cellar.'

'Greenwich in the Season'

“It's $195 million. Now, I know what you're thinking: 'OK, what's the catch?'”

"I need to increase my salary so I can increase my spending."

"And this is a $20,000 ‘meditation room’ — can you believe it?!!"

Atlas with the earth, says: 'So then I thought, Why not just roll the damn thing?'

'I just love this new reality show, TRADING BANK ACCOUNTS!'

Somewhere in France: "I thought I was buying goat cheese. I endedup with a chateau in the Loire."

"I travel Prada whenever I can."

"My secret is having a ton of money to buy the best ingredients."

"'Mr. Evans,' she said to me with that adorable smile, 'I think you're the nicest boy in the entire old-boy network.'"

The Ladies Who Lurch.

"Everybody comfortable? Got what they want? Know their place?"

'Oh - go get yourself a porsche.'

"I have my pants put on one leg at a time."

Like most billionaires, Hugh Andrews the third prefers to bowl with crystal pins.

Champagne Charlie.

"Well, what would YOU like for Christmas?"

"Port outbound, starboard home."

'This scent goes well with a diamond necklace.'

"We’d like a quiet table for two where my wife can justify spending three grand for a handbag."

Man frozen in portrait pose.

'Remember Nitro, keep the engine running and once we've bagged the bonus cheques you floor the peddle.'

Moliere

Bleak House

A bride and her father walk down an aisle decorated with cost of the wedding.