Stick to me, Bill, an’ in a week we’ll be rollin’ in money! A million! A million!
Bill
I don’t need dat much.
Slim
[Going out at the window.]
I’ll take w’at yuh don’t want.
Bill
[Following.]
I gotta sneeze!
[Slim’s arm reaches up, grabs him by the collar, and hauls him out head first. The window closes.]