You could have took out five, ten foot of wall.

He demolished 10 feet of wall before I could stop him.

There goes that spooky music, coming out of the walls again.

Sounds like you're inside the wall.

It's too far from the street.

There's an old truck going in and down the street out of control.

Why dingies, it's coming out of the ceiling and the wall's an ever place.

They hear it playing out on the street.

Yeah, it looks right down on the main street.

Well, now, I ain't a wall earning money like you, Jeff.

Just sitting in the kitchen, rocking and staring at the wall.

I borrowed them clothes from a little fella down the street.

Oh, they may be a bit unrefined, but at least they don't run around the streets of Beverly Hills smashed.

Anybody who disremembers ought to be stood up against the wall and shot.

Of course, of course.

Why, there's a fella down the street that has a dog that fetches sticks for him all day!

Well, next time you want some sticks fetched, go down the street and let that dog fetch them.

Short of money, short of talent.

Of course.

Of course.