It's a conspiracy, I tell you. The minute you start they put you on the all-American sucker list. You start out to build a home and wind up in the poorhouse. And if it can happen to me, what about the guys who aren't making $15,000 a year? The ones who want a home of their own. It's a conspiracy, I tell you---against every boy and girl who were ever in love.
You've been taken to the cleaners, and you don't even know your pants are off.
If you ain't eatin' Wham, you ain't eatin' ham.
I refuse to endanger the lives of my children in a house with less than four bathrooms.
For 1,300 dollars they can live in a house with three bathrooms and ROUGH IT.
Oh look. Mother's diary. It's slightly torrid.