The Gravedigger's Spades (Mr & Mrs Arbuthnel Trump)

I'm now for Edmundo Bryan and Johnny dollar Johnny North Dakota and the winter you guys send me to North Dakota and the summit of Miami, Florida All right, what's your problem? We got two old numbers insured for a total of $80,000. What's the matter somebody threatening to kill them?

No, they'll threaten to kill themselves I'd like to invite you to the special investigator Johnny Daller to Home Office National Fidelity License Insurance Company, Arthur Connecticut.

The following is an accounting of my expenditures during investigation of your policy holders, Mr. and Mrs. Orbisonville's Cup, or how the great biggest face came near being Trump's. On item 1, 113.52 cents railroads there, I found a pot-delage sold surrounded by a pot-delage station master. I'm the only one get off the train. Can I find a taxi around here?

Yep. As soon as my son gets to mail and freight talks away, he'll take you. Only won't be any taxi cab. You drive away if you're going in the phone. Where are you going? To the Trump presidents. Do you know it? Yep. I know it. You want to the family? No, just business.

Well, what is your business? Is that a mine? But, uh, do you have anything out there before? Oh, I have it. Why? Something wrong? For me, when everybody in this town has been giving a lot of unnecessary exercise.

You have a good conclusion. Well, here comes the boy. He'll drive you over. Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey, I got a car smit for the phone. I want to go out and talk, please. Talk, talk, please.

Hmm. Well, all right. But, mister, I'll only take you as far as the gate. I'd like mister dollar. Yep. That's right. Hey, how much more we gotta go?