"I just finished this piece." "Roy Lichtenstein, right?"
"Why do you say that?" "Well, it looks just like Roy Lichtenstein's work. I'm not sure I could name the painting but it's totally his style."
"Are you saying he owns painted romance cartoons done in enlarged Ben Day dots?" "Kinda, yeah, unless you have some theory for making this, pardon me, clone."
"Wouldn't you say 'ownership' is the language of the marketplace? Can't anyone make an image like this? Why can't you concentrate on the differences between what I made and what Lichtenstein supposedly made? You're immediately dissing this. Shouldn't a critic's job be to be supportive and nurturing? Are you trying to wish me out of existence?"
"Well? Respond to my work, I made it!" "Your piece sucks and you are boring the shit out of me with your rhetoric."