Peter Pickwick: Same number again, Mr. Moose?
Edwin Moose: Yes Peter, 86.
Peter Pickwick: Eighty-six it is! Eighty-six it is!
Officer George Frankly: You like the copy business, Mr. Pickwick?
Peter Pickwick: Oh yes! Of course it isn't very original. Heh-heh-heh! Copyperson's joke. Copyperson's joke!
Officer George Frankly: Uh huh. Tell it a lot, do you?
Peter Pickwick: Oh, sure! Of course at conventions, it can get pretty tired. Pretty tired
Officer George Frankly: They have copyperson's conventions?
Peter Pickwick: You bet! I just got back from one a month ago in Walla-Walla! Walla-Walla!
Officer George Frankly: I'd like to use your joke, you know, about copying not being very original, if you don't mind.
Peter Pickwick: Be my guest! Be my guest!
Peter Pickwick: [the copier dings that it is ready] Here you are Mr. Moose.
[George notices the counter]
Peter Pickwick: . Eighty-six... Eighty-six.
Edwin Moose: Thank you Peter! See you tomorrow!
Officer George Frankly: Notice anything funny in there?
Sgt. Kate Monday: You mean besides Peter Pickwick?
Officer George Frankly: I mean about the copy machine.
Edwin Moose: What about it?
Officer George Frankly: I looked at the counter. You know, the gadget that registers how many copies it makes?
Edwin Moose: Yes, eighty-six right?
Officer George Frankly: No, it registered eighty-seven. One extra. Peter Pickwick may be our crook.
Sgt. Kate Monday: May be our crook. Let's put a tail on him.
Edwin Moose: Put a tail on him!
