Archibald: One day while he was waiting for the trolley, he had a hat.
Larry: My high silk hat.
Archibald: He wore it high upon his head so proudly, a beautiful hat.
Larry: My high silk hat.
Archibald: A hat like this just makes him feel so grandly, now fancy this, and fancy that. The splendor of his hat in all it's majesty...
Larry: Like a king in a royal cap. I feel so swell and handsome in my hat, I bet that others wish they had in fact...
Larry