I've sold the house.

You're letting Mrs. Drysdale sell the house?

The new house is 25 feet closer.

You've been so sweet about selling the house.

Now he'll give me anything for my house.

I've also got an option to buy the house on the other side of the Clampetts.

With the interest he charges, he could still get $200,000 for that house.

Son, uh, we got a fine big house here with plenty of room.

I got him back from a fishing trip to look at your house.

That boon would have paid a quarter of a million for this house.

He never missed a spring that he didn't come to our house for collards and fatback.

Well, I promised Margaret if she'd stick it out for seven years, I'd let her sell the house.

And he's been sitting up in the tree for the last three hours, waiting for me to go into the house so he can swoop down.