Why I'm rarely invited to participate in construction planning.

Standing in the yard of the Stately Manor.

Duke: There's an old well on this side of the house too.

Woody: That might be a cistern.

Duke: It could be. ~removes giant concrete cover while grunting~

~Duke and Woody peer into big hole, mostly filled in with dirt and old pull-tab beer cans~

Woody: You know, if you had taken a look at this thing before closing, you could have made the previous owner fill this in completely.

Duke: Really?

Woody: Yeah. It's a danger . . .

Jane: BABY JESSICA!

Woody: It's a dangerous thing if one of your neigh . . .

Jane: BABY JESSICA!

Duke: Nobody could get the cover off of . . .

Jane: BABY JESSICA!

Woody: Right, but if you took the cover off and then the phone rang . . .

Jane: BABY JESSICA!

Duke: I'll probably finish filling it in and bust up the concrete on the top here.

Jane: BABY JESSICA!

Woody & Duke simultaneously: SHUT UP.