“Well, gosh, ma’am, there’s a population of twenty-three on paper, including the mayor, the chief of police, the fire chief and the tax assessor, but all twenty-three are basically golf players or club employees. Since the club’s closed right now, there’s no one here to talk to, no.” “In other words, Pine Valley doesn’t really exist? You made up a borough so you can do whatever you like inside this fence?” “Now you’re going too far, ma’am. I’ll have to ask you to step away from the fence.” “I bet every single one of you is a Republican.”
