Burgess:
Mr. Flint, I want to thank you for your company's cooperation to the Priorities Board and the ration of tires.
Ambrose Murdock Flint:
That's all right - I was just doing my duty. That's all, just my duty.
Burgess:
I hate to mention it, but there's a slight error in these figures. Four of the tires are unaccounted for.
Ambrose Murdock Flint:
Oh, those, heh, heh, yes, well you see, my own tires were getting kinda thin and I thought that a...
Burgess:
Do you have a priority certificate?
Ambrose Murdock Flint:
Well, no. No, I haven't. But as I say, my tires were getting kinda...
Burgess:
I'm sorry, Mr. Flint. But unless you can prove they're an absolute necessity...
Ambrose Murdock Flint:
Necessity? I tell you they're getting thin. I'm running almost on the rims now.
Burgess:
Well, I mean if you were delivering milk, or collecting garbage...
Ambrose Murdock Flint:
In my limousine, on three gallons a week? Darn blast it man, can't a man have a set of his own tires?
Burgess:
Not unless you file an appeal.
Ambrose Murdock Flint:
You are darn tootin I'll file an appeal, thick-headed numbskull. Who do I apply to?
Burgess:
Me. Good day, Mr. Flint.
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