[Paints the Valise]
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Shopkeeper: What is it, sir?
Mr. Bunion: GIve me or rather sell me fifteen cents worth of black paint.
Mr. Bunion: Now, to some secluded spot with this outfit and then me do a bit of high art. A piece of decoration on the old box.
Mr. Bunion: Ah, that paint is it. It is it for sure, oh, thats great, thats fine! Grand! Out of sight!
Mr. Bunion: Now, that's what I call a work of art, beautiful !!
Mr. Bunion: Well, I see you still have that sorrowful look with you, be like me! Hide your troubles.
Man: Hide the things following me? I wish I could. [Dog labeled JONAH]
Mr. Bunion: Now here! I have my worries. But I've learned to conceal them. You try it!
Man: I've tried everything on the calendar to forget but I can't do it.[Dog labeled JONAH]
Mr. Bunion: Be patient, like me, my! If you knew what I've gone through with, man--
Man: Here to! I don't see any chance for myself. It's all black to me, all gloom.
Mr. Bunion: Oh! Eh. Dang it !!!!
Man: Gwan! Get away. Gwan for gracious sake! Go Away! [Dog labeled JONAH]