Steven, we are almost broke. Okay, we're, we're broke, but we're not, we're not starving!...

Diane: Steven, we are almost broke. Steve Freeling: Okay, we're, we're broke, but we're not, we're not starving! Diane: Okay. But I don't happen to like having to live off my mother, and I think that we deserve a house of our own again someday. Steve Freeling: Aw, honey, geez... see, that's the difference between you and me, Diane, I am into downward mobility. I'm not settling for it, I'm *into* it, I - I like getting out there in the streets and meetin' those people; I like selling vacuums, I like carrying the pipes and the apparatus in my little demo case. [snaps his fingers] Steve Freeling: Let's get the kids up and we'll, we'll paint the car different colors, kind of day-glo, like we used to do when were kind of *freaky,* you know - the *Freaky Freelings,* on the road again! The family whose house disappeared! Watch them find it, Diane! I'm not gonna get upset about this but I'll tell you something, I'm writing them back, and when I sign that letter I'm signing *Mr. President!*