G：Sunshine, you got a bad case of puppy love?
R：Look, Mr. Potter, it's no skin off my nose.
I'm just your rent collector, but you can't laugh off this Bailey Park anymore.
Dozens of the prettiest homes you ever saw. 90% owned by suckers who used to pay rent to you.
Your Potter's Field, my dearest employer, is becoming just that.
And all the local yokels are making with those David and Goliath's wisecracks.
P：Alright, alright. Even though they know that Bailey's made a dime out of it?