(xx) Milton's Dirt in Fruit Jars

Well sir, it's late afternoon as we enter the small house halfway up to the next block now. And here in the living room we find Mr. Victor Tuthot and Mr. Rushgoof. Vic is established at the library table occupied with a batch of work he's bought in the office.

Young Rush has just this moment. He's not going to be the other in this wise. Well I'm not around huh? Uh uh. Didn't she say something at the dinner table this noon about going shopping with you?

I guess so. You busy? How much busy I can't knock off and make you look like 30 cents to pay in Remy? Will you knock off and discuss something with me? If there's something is vitally important, say my.

I don't imagine you'd consider it a vitally important. Shoot. Well, just sit right down on brass tags. I know a way to make myself considerable money. Indeed? $3.80 to be exact. A tidy sum? Yes, by George. A very tidy sum.

$3.80 to pay off all my debts and leave me a comfortable reserve fund. How do you propose to acquire this fortune? That's what I want to talk to you about. I'll have to have your cooperation, see.

I'm all ears. However, before you confide in me, let me face and do assure you I will be a party to know the sign of enterprises. Oh, I'll go on. When have I ever tried to involve you in any design of enterprises?

You frequently start to list my help in shady details. Remember when you suggested we go in the cattle seat in business? Come on, God. I've all ditched off to one side. Okay. I really got away having three dollars and eighty cents falling in my lap.