The lead character in a current TV show - an obnoxious doctor.
Whoever owns this house, we must protect it.
I would have also accepted “Run’s House”
Be sure to put a sink in your bedroom. You don’t want to make love in the afternoon with Cecilia up there, get up to wash your face and, when you come back to bed, find someone’s taken your place.
The path will be deep and wide from footsteps leading to your cabin.
Don’t rent a room to Eleanor Rigby. The face that she keeps in a jar by the door will creep everyone out.
Just find the right woman. She’ll be your cabin and your castle and your instant pleasure dome. You’ll need her in your house, 'cause she’s your home.
Whatever you do, don’t hire yourself a wino to decorate your home! 
It’s also probably a good idea if you don’t locate your house at Pooh Corner.
I think you need a kitchen. With a cook named Dinah and maybe a friend of hers.
And you definitely need a room where you do things you don’t confess.
And when you need to get away, I recommend you go up on the roof.
We’ll call the guys who install microwave ovens; custom kitchen deliveries. They can move those refrigerators, they can move those color TVs.
Yeah, except when they did my house they were making a bunch of homophobic comments the whole time.
Have you ever rented a room? Have you even ever rented a room?
The house should be tucked in the woods and out of sight, and located on a little road barely on the map.
There’s a room to let, fifty cents. Just two hours of pushing broom buys an eight by twelve, four-bed room.
But when the Sun beats down, it melts the tar up on the roof.
A mantle of bright light shines down from a room.
Do include a white room with black curtains near the station.
And whether or not it’s little, it needs to be pink!
Just don’t piss me off, otherwise, I’m gonna tear your playhouse down.
Don’t drive more than 24 hours away from your home (especially if you build it in Tulsa).
Try to build your house far enough away from the police station so that your Mama cannot run there to start an investigation.
And leave a spare key with Lee in case you want to leave…
There should be a window where you can watch the cars (but even if you damage them, you would not be convicted by a jury of your peers!)
I can’t go back there anymore, you know my keys won’t fit the door.
Don’t really mind though, since the roof is ripped with hurricanes and the room is always bare.
Any visits from someone with “one big eye and two big feet”? That there is a sign that you’ve got yourself a haunted house.
But the question wasn’t “Whose house?” 
Why a house? I’d live in a silver mine, and call is Beggar’s Tomb…
Nitpick: It’s a four-bit room. Fifty cents.