We, the living.

Oh, all you other cities with your reasonably priced one-family houses, porches, lawns, gardens, garages, patios, pools, backyards, windows, closets, attics and safety, listen up: we Manhattanites give you a bellowing, straight-from-the-gut FUCK YOU. We won this one, and we're perfectly, PERFECTLY happy to pay $2.3 million dollars for a space you wouldn't let your quadri-racial bastard one-legged demi-child from your fourth failed engagement live in. PERFECTLY HAPPY. So fuck you and all you're about. Better luck next time, chumps. Out.