(Town hall)
OK OK calm down, this is a town meeting, not the WWF!
Mr Mayor, I say those who want to sell, sell!
Look, company wants either all of our properties, or none of our properties. They are paying us handsomely and they are paying us, to relocate.
...How do we know this isn't another of your get-rich schemes, like, building this mall out in the middle of nowhere?
Or that ridiculous ostrich farm!
It's good meat, it's healthy meat.
This is all just a government cover-up, isn't it?
(few people giggle)
Harlan, what in God's name are you on about?
Then why are they willing to pay us so much money?
We need the money to turn ourselves around. Unlike old man McCormack. God rest his soul. Now he's dead. As dead as those mines.
Eh, this is a meeting for land owners only...
Well I am a land owner, Wade. (Steps into light)
(false cheeriness)
Oh, Chris McCormack, I, didn't know you were back! (everyone turns amongst each other and begins to gossip)
