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]
