Man: Well, Fighting Bob Turner is after me. He swears he will shoot me on sight. He's mean. You know, I'm a little scared.
Mr. Bunion: You had better get your life insured.
Man: That's what I'll do, I'll go right now and do it, for he is a man of his word.
Mr. Bunion: Yes, indeed! he will surely shoot if he says so.
Insurance Man: How much insurance do you want and whose favor? Who shall get it in--
Man: Fifty thousand dollars, sir, in favor of Mr. Bunion. If I die or get killed, give to him all of it!
Man: Heres a policy for fifty thousand dollars on my life. If Bob shoots me, you get the money. Mr. Bunion: Well! Ha!- I ah..hope you ah, eh, oh! Ah. Here he comes, now, with a gun, too.
Fighting Bob: I said I'd shoot you on sight didn't I, eh? Now. Die!
Man: Go ahead! Shoot me! You coward!
Fighting Bob: Take that and that and that! [Snap Snap Snap]
Mr. Bunion: Ooooh-eeeeh eeeeh!
Fighting Bob: It's a good thing my gun missed fire! I'll get you ye, you can bet!
Man: Your ammunition is like you are, no good!! You miserable cur Mr. Bunion: His gun wouldn't go off! What a narrow escape!
Mr. Bunion: Huh! Bob Turner was run over and killed by an automobile while hurrying to a gun store. I saw him just five minutes before it hap--
Mrs. Bunion: That is too bad. Oh! I'm so sorry to hear it. [Fighting Bob Turner mashed by Auto. Ends Feud With]