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Mr. Bunion: Oh! There's some poor fellow in anguish. Some burden is bearing him down. I hate to see that. Um!
Man: Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! My!
Mr. Bunion: My friend! Oh! My friend! Can I assist you? Is your load of sorrow so heavy that I can not
Man: Oh, oh! Oh! Me! Oh my!
Mr. Bunion: lighten it a little bit, sir? Can I not do something for you?
Man: Load of what? All I want is to get home. Home! Yes! That's what I want!
Man: I've a load you couldn't lighten in a million years! I can't get rid of it. I've--
Mr. Bunion: Ah! Now! Come! I'll assist! You! There! Now thats it! Come!
Man: I wish someone could rid me of it, it not only crushes me but it queers me at home and say? Let me tell you--
Mr. Bunion: I know what it is to try to get rid of something. Yes! Come one
Man: It's when I get home that the ral catastrophe sizzles. That old grip of yours isn't a marker!
Mr. Bunion: No, I suppose not. Thi is your home here, isn't it, sir?
Man: Ees Mu Fren! Whoop!
Woman: So you're the old bum who gets my husband in this condition. Clear out!
Mr. Bunion: Oh Lee Ail Lee Whoo. Oh Lee Ail He Oooh. Oh La Li Lee Oh Lee Oh, Umty tee Iddle Tee Ump.