Mrs. Bunion: Yes, John, I want you to clean out the cellar. Take everything out and burn it in the yard. burn it all up. Everything!
Mr. Bunion: Ah, me oh! Ah? Me! [reading The Evening Scowl]
Mr. Bunion: John can burn that up too. He will burn everything he's told to.
John: Mrs. Bunion. Are you sure you want everything burned up down here?
Mrs. Bunion: Everything! Yes! Everything! Just clean out everything you find. Its all no good, John.
John: That valise looked to me like one Mr. Bunion carries.
Mrs. Bunion: For mercy sakes alive! How did that valise get in there? Oh! Its burned to ashes, oh! Oh! That's too bad, oh! Oh!
Mrs. Bunion: I have some bad news to tell you. By some mistake, John burned your valise today while cleaning out the cellar. I'm --
Mr. Bunion: Never mind dear, its gone now, so let it go. It was an accident. It couldn't be helped.
Mrs. Bunion: My husband doesn't let on, but he must miss his valise, so here goes -- My Dear Friends, you are cordially invited to attend a surprise party given by me to my husband at our home the evening of Aug. 30th. A good time is in store for all. Mrs. Bunion. I'll send a hundred out.
Man: Mr. Bunion, on behalf of your many friends, I present to you with this small token of the high esteem in which you are held by all who know you. It is their wish that you cherish it as you did the one you lost.