You suddenly realise that you forgot to internalise your previous dialogue and instead said it out loud. Monopoly man looks at you rather oddly.
"Dear fellow, I think you have me confused with someone else. You see I am actually homeless and destitute. I was once lord Pincemby Smithe, and would indeed carry around 8 thousand Euros whereever I went. Unfortunately a chap at another wine shop already fleeced me for all my money, stocks and the deeds to my manor. I am meerly here to drink as much alcohol as I can until I pass out."