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You're looking at a bird?

He's looking at me, too.

Listen, you're sick! There's something the matter with you. Do you know what it is? Money. That bird has no money, either; that's why he cocks his eye.

Maybe.

Whoever has money don't cock his eye.

What then does he do?

He does most anything he wants. But nobody works unless he has money. We'll soon have money ourselves.

I say, "Good evening. Excuse me, sir, can you tell me what time it is!"