Jenni Farley

Larry: [after Moe has just refused Teddy's offer to stay at his place] Hey, what- Have you got rocks in your head? Teddy was trying to help us out, and you blew him off! What gives?

Moe: We'll help ourselves out.

Larry: Well, what about the orphanage? Teddy's dad has dough, maybe he would have given us the 800,000 bucks.

Moe: We don't need handouts from that chump; we told those kids we'd come up with the cash, and that's just what we are going to do.

Larry: Yeah, how?

Moe: Well... we still got that seed money, don't we?

Curly: Seed money?

Moe: The cash Mother Superior gave us.

[Moe reaches into his shoe and pulls out the seed money]

Moe: This 72 bucks is our ticket to riches.

Curly: Riches? Woo-woo, woo-woo. How do you figure?

Moe: Well, it's seed money, right? What do you do with seeds?

Larry: Spit 'em out.

[Moe slaps Larry]

Larry: Ow!

Moe: You plant them. We'll become farmers.

Larry: Farmers? I always wanted to be a farmer.To the farm!

Curly: To the farm!

Moe: To the farm!

Larry, Moe, Curly: [Larry plays the kazoo as the Stooges sing] A farming we will go! A farming we will go, a farming we will go

Curly: Woo-hoo!

Larry, Moe, Curly: A farming we will go!

Larry: ["Turkey in the Straw" plays in the background; a sign reads "Rolling Gills, The Kings of Farm Raised Sammin"] Here's a little drink for you, Elsie.

Larry: [Larry holds a watering can over the salmon] Jonesy, you gotta hold still in order to get a drink. Hello, Maritza, you're getting your color back.

Curly: [Curly steps on a salmon to shoo the flies away] Ralphie don't look so good.

Moe: Poor guy's drying out.

Curly: Oh, good for you, Ralphie. Realizing there's a problem is half the battle, heh-heh.

Larry: Hey look, our first customer.

Curly: Woo-woo-woo.

Golf Superintendent Dave Lamson: What are you doing?

Moe: Only selling the finest farm-raised salmon in the county, that's all.

Curly: Yeah, they're all free-range; no nets, no cages. They can go wherever they want.

Larry: Plus we have smoked salmon.

[Larry holds up a salmon with a cigar in its mouth]

Curly: Oh.

Golf Superintendent Dave Lamson: But this is a golf course!

Larry: So what? We let 'em play through.

Curly: What's your beef?

Moe: Yeah, we're trying to save an orphanage. Look, are you here to buy fish, or are you just kicking the tires?

Larry: [a police car pulls up] Hey, do your job. Cart path only.

Golf Superintendent Dave Lamson: I'll cart path you, you little -

[Moe pokes Lamson in the eyes]

Larry, Curly, Moe: Nyah-ah-ahh!

Curly: Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo!

[the Stooges run away]

Moe: It's the five-o, scram!

Officer Mycroft: You again!

Larry, Curly, Moe: Nyah-ah-ahh!

[the Stooges run off with a windmill, then throw it to the ground as they run away]

Larry: Oh, my back.

[the Stooges run through a hole in the hedge]