[Throughout this coversation, mosquitoes continually bite the characters.]
Mr. President-dude! Ow! Thanks for coming and stuff.
Ow! Dee-lighted! What's wrong here, friend? Ow!
Well - dang! - for starters, just look! Ow! Mondo disease! The canal-digging is slowing down because everyone's getting sick - ow - with malaria and yellow fever! Ow!
Hmmm... ow! The same two blasted diseases that crippled the French when they were digging the canal! Ow!
Ow! Whaddaya think - ow! - is causing it? Ow!
Ow! I don't know. Ow!
Could it be - ohw! - the food?
Ow! I don't think so.
Humidity? Goh!
Ow! Doubtful. Ohw!
Ow! Tight pants?
Nuh-uh. Ouch!
Bean-bag babies? Ow!
Ow! Not likely.
Smell of gin?
Who?
Never mind. Ow!
Ow!
Those little bobbing-head dolls?
Ow! Nope.
Too much - ow! - pocket change?
Yeow! I don't think so.
Tapioca pudding? Ouch!
Hey, maybe... naw. Ow!
Ow! Anything starting with the letter Q? Ow!
No! Ow!
Spanish peanuts? Owh!
No! Oww!
Aliens from Mars wearing golf shoes and lipstick?
No, no, and you need help. Ow! Well, whatever it is, it's making the men sick. These pesky mosquitoes sure are driving me crazy!
