 Why, I wouldn't give you a nickel for that rat-ridden rabbit hutch, Throcky. Remember when that house had an iron deer out on the front lawn, Molly? Yes, whatever happened to it? He looked around one day and took a look at that house and ran away. Now, look here, McGee. I've taken plenty from you in my day, but by George... Oh, my goodness. What's the matter? I must remember to buy George, my caretaker, a little gift.