Mulberry1992

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Bert:
[Bert is dragging branches toward a large stack of wood that is shaped like a tepee] I'm not a carthorse. I keep telling everybody I'm not a carthorse. Nobody ever takes any notice of that do they? [drops the branches] Mulberry! Mulberry! Do it all yourself, Bert. Mulberry!

Bert:
[steps out of the stack] How.

Bert:
What?

Bert:
Not what. How!

Bert:
How what?

Mulberry:
Today, Bert, we hunt many buffalo, smoke pipe, then go down working man's club for swift half.

Bert:
You'll get carted off one of these days, you will.

Bert:
In a cart?

Bert:
In a van. With barred windows.