Hammer
I know, but I left out a comma. Look. In a little while, we're going to hold an auction sale at Cocoanut Manor, the suburb terrible—uh, beautiful. You must come over. There's going to be entertainment, sandwiches, and the auction. If you don't like auction, we can play contract. Here it is—Cocoanut Manor—42 hours from Times Square by railroad, 1600 miles as the crow flies, 1800 as the horse flies. There you are—Cocoanut Manor, glorifying the American sewer and the Florida sucker. Why, it's the most exclusive residential district in Florida. Nobody lives there. And the climate—ask me about the climate, I dare you.