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]
