Put your antennas up in the middle of a grove in the woodlands surrounding your property.
Hey, Eddie—what's this “grove in the woodlands” thing he's talking about? Is it like a bunch of cactus or something?
All the world’s a stage, but obviously the play is unrehearsed and everybody is ad-libbing his lines. Maybe that’s why it’s hard to tell if we’re living in a tragedy or a farce.