That shack of yours, Sunny...
I can fix it. I can make it better.
I can go back to the street and get some wood and I-beams, maybe 17 of them.
Then come back and...
Oh Billy, I like my shack.
It's not much but it's been there with me when it poured.
It doesn't ask anything from me.
No better walls, no upgrades, no work or flooz or time.
But it can be better!
I like it that way. Why would I want to turn it into something else?
I had a great evening, Sunny. Here on the beach with you.
Look at it. Does the beach need to be made better?