At a recent party in Las Vegas at the Wynn hotel-casino, the really rich Steve Wynn was showing off the Picasso he just sold to an art collector for $139 million. Steve then managed to punch his elbow through the painting leaving two three-inch long rips. His appropriate reaction was,

Oh shit. Look what I’ve done … thank God it was me.

Steve originally bought the painting for $48.4 million and has decided not to sell it deeming the accident as a sign. A sign that it’s worthless. He also had this to say:

This has nothing to do with money. The money means nothing to me. It’s that I had this painting in my care and I’ve damaged it.

It’s nice that $139 million means nothing to him, although I think that’s a lie. If this was me, there would be hysterical crying or peeing of the pants or both. Either way, I’d find the closest guy with a mustache and blame him for destroying my painting because guys with mustaches are inherently evil. Then I’d flail my arms at his chest to really sell the scene.