Lunesta Darling: We don’t have enough stuff. Nobody will come.
The Sandman: Enough of what stuff? Who won’t come?
Lunesta Darling: For the yard sale. Nobody’s going to come because we don’t have enough stuff.
The Sandman: I wouldn’t worry about that. Everybody loves yard sales. If we put stuff out, they’ll come.
Lunesta Darling: Yeah, but (unintelligible mumbling) metal furniture…