Cuban: We can not bust that wall down. It is too thick. Out shells are the hardest we can find, but they are not hard enough, no.
Man: Our cannon is good, but the balls are not hard enough, sir!
Mr. Bunion: Here! You put this old valise in your cannon and I am pretty sure it will do the trick. Load up with this and you will win.
Mr. Bunion: If that doesn't destroy that fort yonder, they might as well give up.
Mr. Bunion: Ah! There the old thing goes! This is just what I came to Cuba for, to see if I could not smash that valise by this very method. Wow!
Mr. Bunion: By Golly, the wall is smashed! Look at the insurgents fleeing! That fort is destroyed, sure! I'll bet we won't be--
Mr. Bunion: able to find a piece of the old box now and I am rid of it, at last! Ha! Ha!
Man: Never even put a scratch on it, that's good.
Mr. Bunion: Not for me! Pshaw!
Mr. Bunion: You say there is another frost near here built of steel? Eh! Well I'll go over there.
Man: Yes, if you bust that one we will crush this rebellion and honor you for your grand services!