Harry: Well, it's not every day Dick gives me an assignment, and I want to put my heart and soul into it, make it a labor of love.
Nina: Harry, it's a ceiling. Pick a color and slap it on.
Harry: I can't just pick and color! It has to speak to me. It has to reflect the golden rays of sunlight off my Cheerios in the morning. Or stir my interest as I stare up at it while Dick's talking.