Wow - that is the wittiest riposte since Oscar Wilde.
You would have thought that some shameless plastic rag hack could have invented something remotely clever for his retired Dutch porn star wet dream to utter.
I mean, if you go to the trouble of inventing a hypothetical scenario which exists only in your fevered imagination, then surely you should conjure up a denouement more cutting and clever than 'we'll see about that?'
How incredibly anticlimactic.
It's a bit like going to see Bill Hicks, only for him to walk onstage, drop his pants, blow a raspberry, then walk off again.