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Well, we were young and hungry. There wasn't a job to be had in all of New Hampshire. So we decided to pack our bags and head west. To Hollywood. I wanted to be in the movie business. And Dick, well, he wanted to be... - Employed. - So we landed jobs at Columbia Pictures driving trucks. - Huh. And after a few years, we had enough saved to buy our own little piece of showbiz. A beautiful little movie theater in Glendora. Which would have been swell. Except for the timing. It was September of '29. One minute we're screening the Gold Diggers of Broadway, and next it's, "Brother can you spare a dime?" - I couldn't. - Nobody in town was making any money, except for one fella, Wylie Reid. Had a hot dog and root beer stand. Hey people still gotta eat, right? So we decide to open up our own little stand, hot dogs and orange juice, in Arcadia. And it went okay. I mean we weren't going gang-busters. There just weren't enough people in Arcadia. Meanwhile, one town over is San Bernardino and we want to relocate, but we got no money for a new stand. And that's when my brother here comes up with one of his brilliant ideas. Tell him, Dick. - Well... - He says, why don't we move the stand we've got. Put it on a truck. Genius, right. Only there's one little problem. On the road between the two towns, there's an overpass. And the building won't clear. Now I figure that's it, we're done for. But then Dick says, "Why don't we saw the building in half?" - Saw it in half...