Oh finally, room for my house staff and servants!

Only six million dollars? No prob- oh. I left my checkbook in my other gold-plated pants.

If only all signals could be made so bluntly.

Can you not see that my sheer curtains are closed? Let's just pretend we can't see each other and you go away now.

Some people just aren't cut out for the wilderness, but everyone needs a retreat now and again. All it needs is a "NO BOYZ ALLOUD" sign and I'll move right in.