Cliff: Yeah, yeah, that tree is like a brother to me, Ma. Just imagine, you know, something that I planted, and I nurtured, is gonna be there for future generations to enjoy.
Esther Clavin: Unless they chop it down to put up a Jiffy Lube.
Cliff: Come on, Ma, they wouldn't do that, would they?
Esther Clavin: They'll do that as soon as look at you.
Cliff: Well... Oh, Ma, no, they won't.
Esther Clavin: Oh.
Cliff: No, Ma. They're not gonna cut down my tree! A-and they're not gonna touch this house either! And they're not gonna take our land!
Esther Clavin: That's my boy. Where are you going?
Cliff: Well, it may sound a little bit silly and all, Ma, but, uh I'm gonna go out there and sit in my tree.
Esther Clavin: You go right ahead. [to herself] Never fails.