Mr. Bunion: I do believe I hear my train coming! Get out my Ulster, Mrs. Bunion! I must hustle!
Mrs. Bunion: Gracious!!! Your Ulster is among the moth balls---
Mr. Bunion: Of course I have to meet the man who is going to rid me of this valise smelling like an old trunk! If I miss this train I'll not get rid of it so I must hustle an catch it. I hope I do not miss it!
Mr. Bunion: Are you going down to the depot, boys?
Boy #1: Yes, sir! Do you want a ride? Come on!
Boy #2: We'll get you there in time!
Mr. Bunion: I've got about two minutes to catch that train. I guess you can get me there!
Boy #1: Sure we can! Hop on quick, sir!
Man #1: I seem to go up against it overtime I move! Run right into it! [TROUBLE]
[ILL LUCK] Man #2: So do I!! And if I stand still it runs into me!
Man #1: Mr. Bunion I want you to meet a friend of mine. Mr.--
Mr. Bunion: We've met, haven't we? Huh! I want to meet a train!
Mr. Bunion: There goes that confounded train I was to catch! Aw! That's a shame. Now I can not meet the very man I should meet! Pshaw!