Finnegan, the Millionaire, Who Inherits a Diamond Mine ( #88)

Oh, Duffy's tellin' what he'll eat me tea-dodgy to manage his bacon-duffy ain't here. Oh, oh, Duffy, beautiful night, huh? Yeah, I'd like to feel like more of an... Yes, wasn't it delightful today? Yeah, old sounds sure felt great.

Hey, says the sun helps his arthritis. Mm-hmm. Today I've seen a robin. And this morning, Duffy, I've seen a first uranium peeping out from behind the air of the a junk man's horse. That reminds me, Duffy, I gotta get some no clothes.

Well, it traces gobbed and no leaves. The flowers is gobbed and no petals. Everything has no garbage except me. What? Duffy on 15 bucks a week, I couldn't even make one end me. Make me, when I tell people what I make, they lay up at me.

I should be glad I'm bringing happiness into the world, huh? I looked up the m1, you know, there's an old pipe, right? It says you can lead a camel to water. But if you try to make them drink to a store, your break is next.

Oh! Oh! Well, this is the last time you're gonna make a camel's back out of me. I trust you, good day, sir. That's Duffy. That's Cheet Myser. That dirty Simon McCree. That's great. Eddie, you know something.

I'm a dope. I ought to go to a doctor and have me head examined. Why do that? The doctor will find nothing. I'm not kidding. I'm a dope. A 14-carat sterling silver grade A-prime rib on a half-shell dope.

I ain't ugly. What a sucker I've been letting that stuffy work me 16 hours a day, 7 days a week, taking as if you're slitting them, treating me like dirt. And for what? A lousy 15 bucks a week.