 Why, I wouldn't give you a nickel for that rat-ridden rabbit hutch, Throcky. Oh! Remember when that house had an iron deer out on the front lawn, Molly? Yes. Whatever happened to it? It 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.