Craig Crumpton

Moe: [the Stooges hitch a ride by hanging on to the rear bumper of Lydia's car, then they get off as they arrive at Teddy's mansion] Hey, do you smell garbage burning?

Moe, Curly, Larry: [the Stooges look down and see that their shoe soles have been worn down and smoking from dragging on the ground; they start rapidly stamping to put out the fumes] Nyah-ah-aah!

Lydia: [gasps] What are you doing here?

Moe: We want the dough-re-mi you owe us, lady.

Curly: Yeah, 830,000 bucks.

Larry: Plus meals.

Carbunkle: May I have a moment, ma'am?

Lydia: Excuse me, gentlemen.

[Lydia goes aside to talk with Carbuncle]

Moe: Mind your P's and Q's.

Curly: But don't forget to dot the I's.

Moe: Certainly.

[Moe finger-pokes Curly in the eyes; Larry chuckles, and puts his hand up sideways to block Moe's eye poke attempt]

Larry: Nyahhh.

[Larry sticks his tongue out at Moe, who hits him on the forehead with his fist]

Larry: Ugh, ooh!

Carbunkle: [to Lydia] I'm afraid I have unfortunate news: I've just received word that Mr. Miosky was struck by a bus.

Lydia: Oh no, so Mac is dead?

Carbunkle: No.

Lydia: No? Are you sure?

Carbunkle: Oh, yes. He's still alive, but he's in bad shape. Your husband is in contact with the hospital. He said he'd call with any news.

Lydia: Thank you, Carbunkle.

[Carbunkle goes back inside]

Larry: Come on blondie, pay up. A deal's a deal!

[Lydia slaps all three Stooges with one stroke]

Lydia: Our deal was that you would get paid when my husband died, and on that count, you have failed miserably.

Moe: You mean he's still kicking?

Lydia: That's right, you idiots. You have ruined my life, now get out of here!

[Lydia knocks all three Stooges over the wall and onto the outside lawn]

Mac: [Mac has a scratched face from his disastrous encounter with the zoo's lion] I don't get you, Lydia. Why would you throw a big anniversary party for Teddo? I thought we were trying to kill the guy!

Lydia: We are, I just want lots of witnesses for when that dope accidentally falls head first from that balcony.

Mac: Ohhh.

Mr. Harter: Well... you two are certainly looking rather cozy.

[Mac and Lydia laugh]

Mr. Harter: Good lord Mac, what- what happened to your face?

Mac: New kitty.

Mr. Harter: Ah.

Mac: I'm gonna go freshen up my drink.