Mr. Barton: Well, looks like you had a little bad luck here.
Rose: Boy, we certainly did. Any damage to your place?
Mr. Barton: Nope. Not a scratch.
Rose: Oh, thank goodness. If the wind had been blowing in the opposite direction, your tree could have fallen into your living room.
Mr. Barton: What do you mean, my tree?
Dorothy: She means your tree because it was on your property.
Mr. Barton: No way, lady, this is your tree. It's your responsibility.
Mrs. Barton: Oh, my goodness! Our tree fell into your yard!
Mr. Barton: Clam up, Gladys. This is their tree.
Dorothy: Look, there seems to be some confusion here. But we are neighbors, what do you say we split the cost and have the tree hauled away?
Mr. Barton: What do you say you have it hauled away and I'll split.
Sophia: That does it! You don't have any choice. You're hauling that tree away, capisce?
Mr. Barton: You Italians have got some temper!
Dorothy: "You Italians"?
Sophia: With disdain in his voice, he said it. Now you're gonna pay.
Mr. Barton: What are you doing?
Sophia: It's the Evil Eye. I just put a Sicilian curse on you. You're not gonna have a moment's peace till you haul that tree away!