[Robbed by Busy Bill]
Mr. Bunion: What I'd like to know is what were we ever born for. Why is this perpetual grind? Why do we have to slug day in and day out just to live? I'm so confounded tired of it all that I'm almost on---
Busy Bill: Come on, me fren, hoist up your mits. Put em up quick!
Mr. Bunion: Well say, Boss. I will certainly do it. If I've anything you want you are welcome to it.
Busy Bill: Never mind about that, just keep your hooks in the air.
Mr. Bunion: He wants that valise, well I'll affect a horror so he will think it valuable.
Busy Bill: Now you behave. Don't you open your face. Do you hear?
Mr. Bunion: Great goodness! Man, don't take all I own please don't rob me, oh!
Mr. Bunion: That worked great. At last I'm a free man life is after all lots of fun. I will now go down to dinner and celebrate my good fortunate by cracking a large bottle of--
Policeman: Ah, ha! Here comes Busy Bill the Bag Snatcher beating it
Policeman: You will eh? I don't think this. This is my beat I'm working it myself. You and I will waltz together, see?
Policeman: Mr. Bunion, I just caught this crook stealing your valise. You'd better watch it more.
Mr. Bunion: Thanks. Oh, I watch it. Huh, well, set it down.