The Three Stooges Quote
Curly: Oh, oh look Moe, I think we got a customer! [the theme from Perry Mason plays in the background]
Larry: Whoa, would you look at those getaway sticks!
Curly: Rowf, rowf, rowf! [Curly pants like a dog]
Moe: Spread out!
Moe: [Lydia approaches]I'm the foreman here, what can we do for you?
Lydia: I'll pay you $830,000 for a job that won't take you more than 10 minutes.
Curly: Oh, we'll take it. Who do we have to murder?
Lydia: [the Stooges chuckle]My husband.
Larry ,
Curly ,
Moe: Nyah-aah-aah! [Curly's teeth chatter nervously]
Moe: Sorry lady, you came to the wrong place; we're working stiffs, not common crooks!
Lydia: But you don't understand, you will be doing him a great service.
Larry: Says who?
Mac: [Mac gets out of the car]Says me.
Moe: Who are you?
Mac: I'm her husband. [Mac kisses Lydia]
Larry: Wait a minute, you mean to tell me she's planning your funeral, and you're okay with it?
Mac: Well, I know it all sounds a bit peculiar...
Curly: No no no, that doesn't sound peculiar, this sounds peculiar. [Curly puts his hands to his head and shakes it around, chuckles]
Mac: [Mac groans as if he's in pain]Ow!
Lydia: My husband is suffering from an incurable disease that eventually will kill him.
Mac: Unfortunately, it could take a year, possibly more. Pain increasing daily... till I lapse into an irreversible coma.
Curly: I had that, only it was just in my feet, yeah. It's called coma-toes. [Larry and Curly laugh]
Moe: [Moe laughs sarcastically]Oh, coma-toes, huh?
Curly: Yeah.
Curly: [Moe stomps on Curly's toes]Ohh!
Larry: Whoa, would you look at those getaway sticks!
Curly: Rowf, rowf, rowf! [Curly pants like a dog]
Moe: Spread out!
Moe: [Lydia approaches]I'm the foreman here, what can we do for you?
Lydia: I'll pay you $830,000 for a job that won't take you more than 10 minutes.
Curly: Oh, we'll take it. Who do we have to murder?
Lydia: [the Stooges chuckle]My husband.
Larry ,
Curly ,
Moe: Nyah-aah-aah! [Curly's teeth chatter nervously]
Moe: Sorry lady, you came to the wrong place; we're working stiffs, not common crooks!
Lydia: But you don't understand, you will be doing him a great service.
Larry: Says who?
Mac: [Mac gets out of the car]Says me.
Moe: Who are you?
Mac: I'm her husband. [Mac kisses Lydia]
Larry: Wait a minute, you mean to tell me she's planning your funeral, and you're okay with it?
Mac: Well, I know it all sounds a bit peculiar...
Curly: No no no, that doesn't sound peculiar, this sounds peculiar. [Curly puts his hands to his head and shakes it around, chuckles]
Mac: [Mac groans as if he's in pain]Ow!
Lydia: My husband is suffering from an incurable disease that eventually will kill him.
Mac: Unfortunately, it could take a year, possibly more. Pain increasing daily... till I lapse into an irreversible coma.
Curly: I had that, only it was just in my feet, yeah. It's called coma-toes. [Larry and Curly laugh]
Moe: [Moe laughs sarcastically]Oh, coma-toes, huh?
Curly: Yeah.
Curly: [Moe stomps on Curly's toes]Ohh!
Movie: The Three Stooges
