Stanley, there's someone at the door. Could it be the gardeners?
I'll get it Edna. It's not the gardeners.
Then who is it?
Actually, it's the oil company guys. They made me an offer I couldn't refuse.
Offer? What kind of offer?
They want to drill in our back yard.
Drill? You mean, for oil?
Yes, dear. They promised to be very careful. They'll even try not to destroy the Japanese temple. Too much.
Stanley! You turned our garden into an oil field? That's. . . horrible!
But Edna, our mineral rights are worth a fortune! And they'll only be drilling for 9 or 10 years. You'll hardly notice!
Well, if you think it's for the best, Stanley.
Trust me, Edna. It is.
Can I still take my morning dip in the pond?
Of course! I suggest you wear a hazmat suit, though. That oil scum can be tricky to wash off.