He got out of the truck, laughing, asking, "are you comfortable?"
"Does it LOOK like I'm comfortable?"
"When are you going to pay me?"
"For parking your trailer here"
"No heat, running water or sewage for a year. Mushrooms and black mold, growing in the walls and carpet from the raw sewage in them. I have killed myself to make this place work, and have an itemized bill for you of my expenses! No, I'm not paying you; I'm trying to escape this hell hole of yours!"
"When will you be out?"
"I don't know; maybe the middle of next month."