Photo: Some house, what’s it to me?

Larry: Excuse me, but what the hell’s going on out here?
Crash Davis: Well, Nuke’s scared because his eyelids are jammed and his old man’s here. We need a live… is it a live rooster?
[Jose nods]
Crash Davis: We need a live rooster to take the curse off Jose’s glove and nobody seems to know what to get Millie or Jimmy for their wedding present.
[to the players]
Crash Davis: Is that about right?
[the players nod]
Crash Davis: We’re dealing with a lot of shit.

Bull Durham

We’re not buying a house. No siree, not us. We may have signed a lot of papers and removed a heap of dosh from our mutual funds, and perhaps we ordered a new mattress yesterday, but nope, no house here.

Sure some people insist on notifying us about a closing date, but that’s their problem. We’ll be out to dinner not thinking about tankless water heaters or zoning setback rules or paint chips or mowing the lawn or buying patio furniture or ductless air conditioning systems or isolating electrical circuits in the backyard. No, I am not excited, why would I be excited?

You may ask me about the house, but I shall have no idea what you are talking about.

Until I turn the key…