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...and I'll tell him you're here.

- I'm coming in...

...if you don't mind.

I do mind. You stay right here.

I can hardly wait till you get back.

- I never saw such nerve.

- Laura, who was at the door?

One of them fresh insurance fellas,

ma'am. And he got in.

What company does he represent, miss?

- He says he's from the Empire of Buffalo.

- I'll get rid of him, Ezra.

No, just a moment, Horace.

He represents my company.

I like persistency. Show him into

the sitting room. I'll interview him.

Laura, show him in.

Here I am.

Mr. Ounce says for you to come

into the sitting room.

Well, what's this?

- Well, this is the sitting room.

- All right, I'll sit.

Do you realize that 65 out of every

100 people become paupers at age 50?

- No.

- It's the truth...

...and nothing can prevent it

but life insurance.

And you, Mr. Hemingway,

do you realize that 65...

...out of every 100 people

become paupers at age 50?

- No.

- Do you?

- Do you?

- Yes.

The lady is right and nothing

can prevent it but life insurance.

- Haven't I seen you someplace before?

- You haven't. That's why I'm here.

I want to give us a break.

My spies told me you'd be here.

- You are James Higgens.

- You are Uncle Ezra.

I've got a musical show that's a honey.

It's called Sweet and Hot.

- Get out.

- I got the show, you the dough.

- Get out.

- Now wait a minute.

We don't know or like each other,

but this is strictly a business proposition.

- And you stand to make at least $25,000.

- Horace, tell him to get out.

- You get out of here.

- Now you get right out.

- If you don't make money it's a good show.

- If you mention show to me... Bulger.

Bulger.

Bulger.

Bulger. Here. Put that gun away.

Put that gun away. And throw him out.

- Wait a minute.

- Throw him out. Throw him out. Out.

D.S. Oggle-wopple. D.S. Oggle-wopple.

D.S. Oggle-wopple.

- What does D.S. Oggle-wopple mean?

- Maybe he's hysterical or something.

Hysterical? He's a maniac.

- What's the matter?

- When I get excited...

...I get nervous indigestion.

Come over here and sit down.

Now you sit right down there, Ezra.

And keep quiet.

- We'll get you a drink of water.

- No. No.

Well, go get Uncle Ezra

some bicarbonate of soda.

- No.

- Wouldn't plain baking soda be all right?

No.

Well, then hold your breath

and count a hundred.

Have you ever tried holding your finger

to your upper lip, hard? Like this?

There's only one remedy.

- What is it, uncle?

- Dr. Silver's Golden Elixir.

- Made in Buffalo.

- I'll run to the drugstore and get some.

- Yeah, hurry, hurry.

- All right.

Call the drugstore, quick.

What's the matter? Don't you know

people have hiccups for weeks sometimes?

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