“You are Dog Quixote, are you not?”
“I am, m’lady, at your service.”
“Will you tell me the purpose of your visit to this painting, sir?”
“I will, m’lady. I seek my friend McDinkus, whom I fear was knocked into this painting by a single blow.”
“Quite a blow, then.”
“Indeed, m’lady, considering that it was last week when he was struck by the big dog.”
“So you are saying that your friend McDinkus was quite literally ‘knocked into next week?'”
“I fear he was, m’lady.”
“I wish you godspeed in your quest, Quixote.”
“And for this I thank you, m’lady.”