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Yeah.
[Whistle blows]
At what point In your life
Well, i'm afraid You're gonna have to.
As much for you As i am for myself.
And your mother Won't listen.
[House creaks]
Somebody's Already using The pool table.
We'll find a lawyer.
I'm looking At your soul.
I looked all around, And suddenly
Now, i've tried everything. He won't budge.
Well, look at the result-- You're a very polite young man.
You never paid me Back that million From last week.
Out of his branches.
All right, Just a minute.
Ah, man, we're Out of luck--
You are not gonna Run the clavins Off our land.
To good neighbors Like yourself,
Yeah, my mother's a saint!
But, ma! Ma, you can't Do this!
I just had lunch with miss Howe's former college classmate,
Sam: hey, hey, Boys, boys?
Clifford, would you Tell this gentleman,
Please, we're not Selling our house?