Mr. Bunion: Well, if I don't feel bum! Wheo! I aint sick and yet I feel bad enough to call it sickness. I am certainly in a bad way.
Man: What's the matter with you? You don't look well.
Mr. Bunion: I've got a severe headache! A bad one!
Man: Let me tell you a good thing for you to take. I always take it whenever I even think of having one--
Mr. Bunion: I don't like to take medicine if I--
Man: But man! You are sick! Is your liver working right? If it isn't let me rec-comend [sic] a good--
Mr. Bunion: My liver is all right, I'm sure!
Man: Perhaps its your nerves. I remember a bad case I had once myself and I cured it by a simple little thing called--
Mr. Bunion: No! It is not my nerves.
Man: Then you've probably got a touch of neuralgia if so go to the drug store and get an ounce of, eh, well, say a half--
Mr. Bunion: No, I think its because I'm tired out!
Man: Do you think so? Well let me tell you what fixed me up once. I'm a great man for taking care of myself. Whenever I feel the least bit ill I ward any ailment off by immediately taking some good remedy but if I were you I would--
Mr. Bunion: No! I think I need a rest. A quiet rest.
Man: I'd take a little of something any way.
Mr. Bunion: Huh! I feel better after hearing about all those remedies!