Esther Clavin: Clifford, would you tell this gentleman, please, we're not selling our house?
William Cronin: I was just trying to make an offer on your house, and your mother won't listen.
Cliff: Well, that's because she has got more sense in her bony little frame than you have in your little finger. Reverse that. You are not going to run the Clavins off our land. I don't care what you offer us, you just can't put a price on love, family and our memories.
William Cronin: Take it or leave it: $250,000.
Esther Clavin: $200 and... Oh, my God, we're rich.