[Bag of Gold]
Mr. Bunion: Aw! I suppose if I'd keep my eyes open I could rid myself of this valise. Just be wide a wake. Always on the lookout, no doubt but--
Mr. Bunion: Oh! Now! Oh! What was that I stumbled on?
Mr. Bunion: Oh my! I've completely lot my balance on what ever it--
Mr. Bunion: Gracious! This is as bad a fall as I've had for sometime.
Mr. Bunion: This is certainly anything but a dignified pose for a gentleman of my calibre.
Man: Did you fall over something sir?
Mr. Bunion: Do I look like I had been writing a poem! Now
Man: Well! This is what you tripped on.
Mr. Bunion: I did? A bag of gold! Eh! Oh! Eh!
Mr. Bunion: I don't suppose that fellow ever did a lick of hard work in his life. It just comes to him, handy like.