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60 or 70 campers staying?

Something like that. Yeah.

My. I have 127.

Well, like they say. It's not the

quantity, it's the quality, right?

Please excuse Nunzio and his

walnut fetish, Mr. Peterson.

He lacked a certain amount

of oxygen during childbirth.

What do you want,

Mrs. Shavetts?

Cut to the chase.

I like that in a man.

My friends at the bank

have informed me

that Lakeside Camp is experiencing

some minor financial difficulty.

A minor problem?

A delinquent $200,000 mortgage

is a pretty big problem.

Especially for a money-losing

venture such as Lakeside.

Now... Nunzio. Sh*t!

Whatever you say, ma'am. Hey,

buddy, where's your toilet?

Light me, you idiot.

Sorry, ma'am.

Dick.

Allow me to introduce you

to my latest venture.

Mountain View

Golfing Community.

350 acres of golfing

and vacationing bliss.

It's been a dream of mine

for many years, Mr. Peterson.

However, there is one problem.

My camp is the only lakeside

property zoned for new construction.

Precisely. That's why

I'm here with an offer.

$500,000 in cash for Lakeside.

Enough to pay off

your mortgage

and to make your pending

retirement more comfortable.

I'm willing to give you

a few days to think about it.

No need.

I can give you my answer now.

No.

I know your type,

Mrs. Shavetts.

You'd do anything

to make a buck.

The difference between you and me is

that I care about this little lake

and you don't give a good damn what happens

to it as long as the cash flows in.

Next you'll be changing the laws to

bring in gambling and prostitution.

Oh, no. Those are illegal.

As is stealing.

Perhaps I should have you arrested

for stealing Ricky Wade from me.

I didn't steal anybody. Ricky

came to me on his own for a job.

Said he didn't care much

for the new owner over there.

Now I know why.

So if you people

don't mind...

Thank you for your time, Mr. Peterson.

I do hope you'll reconsider.

Banks don't wait forever,

you know.

"Buddy, where's your toilet?"

Yeah.

Hey, come on in,

boys and girls.

Hey, wait till you hear the

orchestra we've got tonight.

(LAUGHS)

Ooh...

Hello, Neil.

Oh, well, hello...

Hillary.

My friends call me Hilly.

(CHUCKLING) How about that?

By any chance,

are you checking IDs?

No.

Good. 'Cause all I brought

was my IUD.

(EXCLAIMING)

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

Are you sure you don't have it?

It's my favorite.

Dude, I told you before. I

don't have any Wayne Newton.

(PEOPLE SHOUTING)

Hi. Hi.

I'm Howie. Who are you?

Hillary.

You know, you really shouldn't buy

your aftershave at a yard sale.

All right, baby. Oh!

(ALL CLAPPING)

Thank you.

All right, ladies and gentlemen,

Elvis has left the building.

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