Pittsburgh Page #2

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- I'll take whisky.

A hundred years ago, they threw the

coal tar away when they made coke.

Then they realized it was good for

everything from munitions to medicine.

We have barely scratched

its possibilities.

- What are you lookin' for now?

- We don't exactly know.

- How do you know if you find it?

- Because it'll be something new...

something we haven't found.

You see, when scientists find a waste in

nature's gifts, they accept that as a challenge.

And no gifts have been lavished

more profusely than in coal.

- Now, you take that one little piece.

- Mm-hmm.

That's composed of several elements that

have been combined and changed by nature...

over thousands of years into a mixture

of very complex compounds.

Our job is to split those compounds and

then recombine them to suit our needs.

Hundreds of compounds have been made,

but many others are still possible.

A hundred and 50 years ago,

a man put lumps of coal in water...

and had

the sick drink it.

He was burned at the stake. The methods

employed then were very primitive.

But ever since then, scientists

have followed the same principle.

Dr. Grazlich and I are only two men out of

thousands who are going on with the work.

You can have that bottle, Pittsburgh.

You'd talk me out of it, anyway.

I love ya, Doc.

So help me, I love ya.

Well, a pint of whisky, two bucks and a date.

Now all I need's a decent suit of clothes.

- Come on, Cash. So long Doc.

- Goodbye, Doc. So long, Junior.

For a ready-made suit, he looks just like

a "Breau Bummel!" Such style, such class.

- Believe me, I wouldn't know my own merchandise.

- Figure it up, Shorty.

With pleasure.

What're you gonna

use for money?

I don't know. Used to call you Cash

because you always had some.

But lately you've put me

in some very embarrassing positions.

I wonder how much it would take

to make him careless?

One suit at the special price of $18. There's

buckram, there's piping, there's lining.

- And accessories brings it

up to $33.50. - Fine. Have a drink.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

- Expensive stuff.

- What's money?

Sure. Don't mean a thing.

Thanks all the same, but I don't drink.

Now, what were you saying about money?

- About these duds, put 'em on the cuff, will ya?

- Cuff? Whose cuff?

- Your cuff, Shorty.

- My cuff?

Play along with me, and one day

I'll let you make me custom-made suits.

Never mind that. The custom today is cash.

You're not gonna swing any pickaxe in my suit.

- Take it off or I'll call the police.

- Wait a minute.

Come back with my suit!

I told you, positively no credit.

You didn't even

give me a deposit.

You got nothin' to worry about, Shorty.

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