Mr. Bunion: Yes, I suppose business cares do crush one's spirits to a great extent, Mr. Grub!
Mr. Grub: Well, I'm almost down and out!! Let's go and get a little bite to eat, Mr. Bunion! I have a few minutes and I feel like eating something. Come go with me!
Mr. Bunion: Bring a plate of chicken soup, small steak, and a glass of milk.
Mr. Grub: Bring me a double portion of fried pigs feet, some boiled cabbage, sliced cucumbers, hot biscuits, mince pie, American cheese and a pot of black coffee!
Mr. Bunion: You say you can't sleep, eh, nervous all the time?
Mr. Grub: Nervous? Why I'm almost mad at times do love these friend pigs knuckles and cabbage, yes. As I was saying I"m a--
Mr. Bunion: I'd go and see a doctor about it see what he says--
Mr. Grub: I did! He advised me to stop smoking. I did! Then to stop drinking. I did that, too! Now he want me to stop eating which I refuse to do if I die! No sir!
Mr. Bunion: He meant perhaps to diet yourself not to stop altogether! Mr. Grub: I'm a big eater, always was! I love to eat! A doctor must put the blame on some vice, eating is not a vice surely if so I'm very wicked!
Mr. Bunion: You eat fast, too. Don't you? You enjoy a good meal-- Mr. Grub: Yes. Eating is my only real pleasure! Between meals I am a demon, an insane monster. A savage brute, so my friends say! It's those awful business cares of mine that ha me going!
Mr. Bunion: Yes, I suppose constantly being under a nervous tension-- Mr. Grub: Oh forget it, get away from me, shut up, I"m going home, I hate you! I hate myself, everybody, the world, the universe, fade away and leave me alone! I'm mad!
[BULLETIN--DIVES OFF SINGER BUILDING TOWE. BUSINESS CARES DRIVE FINANCIAL MAN TO SUICIDE. A. GRUB HURLS SELF FROM TOP OF WORLD'S HIGHEST SKYSCRAPER TO GRANITE STREET BELOW! REMAINS SWEPT UP BY WHITE WINGS.]
Mr. Bunion: Business care, ey? Not much! Pigs knuckles, cabbage, hot biscuits, fine cheese, black coffee eaten rapidly would not look good in print!