Mr. Bunion: Well! There's old Vesuvius, at last! I've come a long ways, but, I think I shall not regret it.
Mr. Bunion: This climb up to the top of this mountain is quite tiresome but I'm not going to kick about it. There's too much at stake.
Mr. Bunion: Huh! I'm here! There's the crater. My! A seething mass of fire. A caldron of molten rock. A roaring furnace.
Mr. Bunion: Well, I didn't come here to meditate. I came for something of far --
Mr. Bunion: greater importance. Yes! You old Jonah! To the bowels of the earth for yours! Adeiu! Bon Voyage!
Mr. Bunion: Now. I'm free. I'm as free as the birds in the air. I think while I'm here I'll go down to Naples and try a plate of spaghetti--
Mr. Bunion: So that thunder is vesuvius erupting, eh? Ha, well I don't care! Let it belch! I want a plate of spaghetti! I don't care a snap if the world comes to an end, no sir!
Waiter: Yes. Butta it isa ware danger to be here. You might getta kill you be stay in dis cafe!
Mr. Bunion: Great Scott! I knew it. I knew as much.