Mr. Bunion: Say! Baggage man! I want to check this valise to Oshkosh! I'm going on the flyer that leaves here at 2 p.m.
Baggage Man: Yes sir! [Baggage Room]
Mr. Bunion: I ought to enjoy myself on this trip since I will not be bothered with the valise. It is such a relief to be rid of it. Hum!
Mr. Bunion: This is what I call solid comfort! I'd like to sit here the rest of my life and rest. I'd grow fat doing this! Yep!
Mr. Bunion: It strikes me we are going pretty fast. Huh! But then this is a very fast train. I suppose its all right - but -
Mr. Bunion: Oh! We must have struck something or else jumped the track! This is awful!
Mr. Bunion: I bet we're in a wreck! Yes, sir! Man: Safest bet you ever made, my friend!
Mr. Bunion: Oh! The baggage car is all smashed to kinking! Just pulverized to a powder! Huh!
Mr. Bunion: Oh! Of course they'd find that safe and sound!
Worker: The only thing in the car not demolished to bits.