Will, standing behind a brick wall, is blowing on a harmonica.
Lefty a Salesman, unnoticed by Will, sneaks onscreen with his usual theme music.
Looking cautiously around him, he comes up to Will’s side.]
Lefty [in a low voice]: Hey, bud.
Will: Who, me?
Lefty: SHHHHHH!
Will: [whispering]: Who, me?
Lefty: Riiiiiiiight! Listen. I got something you need.
[Holds out an empty glass bottle.]
Will: Oh, you’re wrong. I don’t need a bottle.
Lefty: I’m not sellin’ the bottle. I’m sellin’ what’s in the bottle.
Will: Well, what’s in the bottle?
Lefty [in a lower voice, after glancing around him]: Air.
Will: Air?
Lefty: SHHHHHH!
Will [whispering]: Air?
Lefty: Riiiiiiiight!
Will: Well, why do I need air?
Lefty: How do ya get music out of that harmonica?
Will: I blow air into it!
Lefty: SHHHHHH!
Will [whispering]: I blow air into it.
Lefty: Riiiiiiiight!
Lefty [looking at the ground]: Hey, pick that up.
[Will picks up an uninflated balloon.]
Lefty: Now, you take this little bottle of air and you put it into one of those, and what do ya got?
Will: A balloon!
Lefty: SHHHHHH!
Will [whispering]: A balloon.
Lefty: Riiiiiiiight! So ya see, with this little bottle of air, you can breathe. You can make music.
You can blow up a balloon. And I am prepared to sell you all the air in this bottle for the low price of just ...
[leans closer and whispers]
... one nickel.
Will [excitedly]: One nickel?
Lefty: SHHHHHH!
Will [whispering]: One nickel?
Lefty: Riiiiiiiight!
Will: Okay, I’ll take it. Here’s a nickel.
Lefty [opening his trench coat]: Just put it right in the ol’ coat, there.
[Will presumably slips the nickel into an inner pocket. Lefty closes his coat.]
Lefty: Okay. Now, hold out your hands.
Will: Why?
Lefty: Why? So’s I can pour the air into ‘em!
Will: Well, can’t we just leave it in the bottle?
Lefty: I told ya, I’m not sellin’ the bottle!
Will: Oh, right, right. I forgot.
Lefty: I’m sellin’ the air. Now, just hold out your hands.
[Will cups them and holds them out to Lefty, who tips the bottle down toward them.]
Lefty: Okay, there it goes ...
Will [after a short pause]: Wow, that’s a lot of air for just five cents.
Lefty: Well, do ya think I’d cheat ya? Whoops, some’s spilling. Careful, now. Okay, there you go.
[He tips the bottle back up.]
Will: Oh, thank you!
Lefty: Now, you enjoy your air.
Will: Oh! Well, you enjoy your nickel.
Lefty: Oh, indeedy I will.
[He looks cautiously around him and then goes away, chuckling.]
Will[staring happily at his cupped hands]: Oh, boy, I gotta show this to Jack
[He sees Jack in the distance and waves to him.]
Hey Jack! Come here, Jack, I got something to show you ... Oh ... oh, no! I dropped my air!
Jack [coming over]: You dropped your what?
Will [frantically searching around]: I dropped my air!
[Bursts into tears.]
Jack: Well, come on, Will. If you had something to show me, you couldn’t have lost it right away.
It couldn’t have just vanished into thin air.
Will [sobbing]: Oh, yes, it could, Jack! It could!
[He cries loudly while Jack looks on in utter confusion.]
Note😖easme Street skit with Bert and Ernie Titled "Air for Sale"