"what's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too"


[baseball falls into old man's yard]
"Hey, I'm looking for my kid's ball. We were playing catch and I think it went into your yard. Have you seen it?"
"You mean this ball?"
"Yeah, that's my kid's ball."
"You're wrong."
"What? Why do you say that?"
"This isn't your kids ball, this is my ball!"
"You're not making sense."
"I know my rights, you know."
"Your rights?"
"If it's in my yard it's my ball; if it's in your yard, it's your kid's ball. Possession is nine-tenths of the law."
"I think you're being unreasonable. The ball just went into your yard by accident. It's not your ball."
"Well, yes it is. What's in your yard is yours; that's your yard, so what's over there is yours. This is my yard, so what's over here is mine. There, yours; here, mine. Yours, mine; yours, mine. Do you get it?"
"Look, my kid's practicing for a game."
"That sounds like your kid's problem."
"Maybe you're right."
"Damn, newcomer! You're only around for a couple o' weeks, and you think the whole neighbourhood is yours! You're always going on about your rights, your rights! I know my rights!"
[wheeeeeeeeeeeee garbage bag]
"Hey, you're dumping your garbage in my yard!"
"Not my garbage, I think it's your garbage now."


"what's mine is mine, and what's yours is mine too"