Ticketseller: I can sell you a ticket to Cuba, I can not give you one. No siree! How do you want to go?
Mr. Bunion: Well, to be more precise, sell me a ticket to Cuba! You know very well I didn't mean to ask for one and not pay for it. I'd get fat wouldn't I, doing that? Sell me a ticket to Cuba!
Mr. Bunion: Well, there's old Morro Castle and Havana. Huh! We'll soon be there and I will join the insurgents, just to be doing something.
Mr. Bunion: I see you have some fighting going on down here, some shooting and so forth, General, eh! General: Oh! Yase! Beek War! Terrific! Victory is ours only when we shall meet in one grand bee battle truiump is ours--
Mr. Bunion: I believe I heard a gun just then, and it sounded right close. General, the enemy much be near. General: Ze enemy is too close. I warm him. He will not come so close where I give ie command, you see?
Mr. Bunion: There goes my lid. Yes the enemy is near! General: Advance! And Charge! Ver Queeck ze enemy is approach! Dissa place! Many thousand of him
Mr. Bunion: Jumping Jupiter, measles, and beeswax! This it too hot a place for me! Great Scott! I must sneak out of this place and quick too!
Mr. Bunion: They are certainly good marksmen! If this valise hold out I'll be safe. Wow!
Mr. Bunion: Oh, of course. I'm a prisoner! Its about what I thought. General: Ze one captive! Come eh get him, ze remainder some die! Some skidoo to tall tree!.