Yardsley. A wha--a--at?

Perkins. Hundred.

Barlow. Well you are a--a--good fellow. It's a pretty wheel,
anyhow. Eh, Bob?

Yardsley. Simple beauty. Is she pumped up?

Perkins. Beg your pardon?

Yardsley. Pumped up, tires full and tight--ready for action--support
an elephant?

Perkins. Guess so--my--I mean, the agent said it was perfect.

Yardsley. Extra nuts?

Perkins. What?

Yardsley. Extra nuts--nuts extra. Suppose you lose a nut, and your
pedal comes off; what you going to do--get a tow?

Barlow. Guess Perkins thinks this is like going to sleep.

Perkins. I don't know anything about it. What I'm after is
information; only, I give you warning, I will not ride so as to get
round shoulders.

Yardsley. Then where's your wrench? Screw up your bar, hoist your