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Policeman: The hotel is on fire! Get up, quick! Run Run for your life. Hurry
Crowd: Jump! Jump! Don't stop to save anything. Jump! Jump! - Jump! Oh! Hurry, oh! Here's the net, Jump! - Don't try to save anything, just jump and we'll catch--Hurry!
Mr. Bunion: Save anything? Well I guess not, there's nothing I want to save but myself. In face, I'm glad to lose--
Crowd: I've lost my all. Oh! Oh! Oh! Everything is gone. - Everything we own in the world is lost forever.
Mr. Bunion: I can't say that I will miss my loss very much.
Crowd: All our money, jewelry and clothes are gone. Oh! Oh!
Mr. Bunion: It's an ill wind that bows nobody good. Ha Ha! I guess that old valise of mine is gone for good. I'm sorry for those poor wretches who lost their all but I am happy over my own loss, ha ha!
Fireman: Well! Well! Here's a valise that didn't burn owned by one Mister Bunion. Well that's a wonder.
Mr. Bunion: Well, I - Ah - I'll go down Easy Street and have my nails manicured and take in some good show. My, this gay free life is fine, how happy I am.
Deliveryman: Hey! Hey! Mister Bunion! Is your name Bunion? Hey!
Mr. Bunion: Aw! The dickens! Aw! Where'd you find that? Pshaw! Ah!
Deliveryman: The police sent this up. It was found in the ruins. It's got your name on it.