Man: Don't look around for a minute and I'll tell you something about that woman! Um! I've got something on her that'd jar you for fair! Wow!
Mr. Bunion: Why, she's a highly respectable lady, and I know!
Man: What? Say! If her husband knew what I know there'd be something doing, let me tell you! i know! say I've got her history from A to Z! Don't tell me! I've got eyes and can see and am wise!
Woman: Oh! How are you, Mister Bunino? Hum?
Mr. Bunion: Why, this is Mrs. Strater. How's your husband?
Man: Wow! That is the woman I wrote up two weeks ago! Um, she does not know me!
Mr. Bunion: I know her well. Yes, she's a splendid woman!
Man: She was lucky to get out of that fuss a couple of weeks ago! She was in awful bad until until it was hushed. At that, the Daily Blast printed four columns about her! She's got three children, too, and
Mr. Bunion: I don't read the Blast. Man: Nix! Nix! Don't say anything! Eh, here comes a party who was mixed up in that affair you read about in the Blast yesterday. I hear it's not over with yet. She carries--
Man: herself very straight and attends church regularly, but she's foxy! She's fooing her husband all of the time, and he, the poor chump, isn't on! I guess that sorry in the Blast stirred him up some. He--
Mr. Bunion: Gracious! She's a perfect woman! Perfect!
Mr. Bunion: How do you make a living any way?
Man: Why, I"m going a little writing for the Daily Blast now and then! I've landed some pretty hot stuff lately! I'm on a case now in which a Red Cross nurse is in bad, yep!
Mr. Bunion: Oh!..Oh! Oh! How I do love this old valise! Sometimes I detest it. But when I see how low some people must stoop to earn a living I love my old valise!