When I read some of your posts Clifton, I'm reminded of the scene in the movie "The Prince of Tides", where Streisand's husband attempts to make a fool of Nolte at a dinner party by playing some country tunes on his Strad.
Herbert Woodruff: That Stradivarius is worth over a million dollars!
Tom Wingo: Well, if I drop it, it won't be worth shit.
Susan Lowenstein: Don't do it, Tom.
Tom Wingo: Apologize to your wife, Herbert.
Herbert Woodruff: You're bluffing.
Tom Wingo: I may be, but its a powerful bluff, isn't it, asshole?
[Tom throws fiddle high in the air]
Herbert Woodruff: [screaming] I'm sorry, Susan!
[Tom catches fiddle]
Tom Wingo: Sincerity becomes you, Herbie. Now apologize to me for your unforgivable breach of etiquette at the dinner table tonight, you possum-bred cocksucker.
Herbert Woodruff: I'm very sorry, Tom.