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Curly

Moe: Why are you keeping your money layin' around in cans for? Why don't you put it in a bank?
Jimmie: Will a bank give it back to us?
Curly: Oh, sure! They didn't use to, but now they do!
Larry: And when you take it out they give you some more! I had a dollar once...
Moe: That's enough.

[the Stooges all look at a map marked "Walla Walla"]
Moe: Walla Walla with an "X."
Curly: I know! "X" marks the spot where the treasure is buried! It's in the Walla.
Moe: But there's two Wallas.
Curly: Certainly! There's a Walla, and there's a Walla over there.
Larry: Which one's it buried in?
Moe: It makes no difference, we'll each take a Walla.

Curly: [after finding money hidden in a can on the scrap metal pile] I didn't know they put money up in cans!
Moe: Well, they don't!
Curly: Sure, see?
[points at label, "canned corn"]
Curly: Canned coin!

Con-Man: Pardon me, gentlemen, how would you like to get in on our deal where you can make thousands?
Curly: That ain't enough, we gotta make five hundred dollars!

Con-Man: This is the house I was telling you about, boys. A treasure was buried there by Captain Kidd's kid.
Curly: No kiddin'!
Con-Man: That's right!
Curly: Oh boy!
Con-Man: Just a minute! You have to pay us $200 for the privilege of digging it up!
Curly: Two hundred?
Con-Man: Two hundred or nothin'.
Curly: Oh, we'll take it for nothin'!

Moe: What's the idea of movin' into our apartment?
Larry: Come on, beat it.
Jimmie: I'm sorry, mister. Sis and I didn't know anyone lived here, so we just moved in, but we'll get out right away.
Curly: [realizing he has a bum leg] Hey, where's your father?
Jimmie: We ain't got no father. Just Sis and I.
Moe: Wait a minute, son. We made a mistake, this ain't our house, we didn't have any curtains. Go on, sit down, do your homework.
Jimmie: Oh, thank you.

Moe: There's sixty-two bucks there. How long do we have to wait before it swells to 500?
Bank Teller: Sixty-two dollars?
Moe: Yes, sir.
Bank Teller: [Checking his chart] That'll take you 104 years, six months, and 17 days.
Moe: Oh, we can't wait that long.
Curly: Why not?

Jimmie: [Doing his homework] I'm stuck. How much is six and six?
Moe: Well... hey, you help him.
Curly: Six and six? Don't tell me. Two sixes. Hmmm! Boxcars!
Jimmie: Boxcars?
Curly: Yeah, it looks like two lumps of sugar with smallpox. You throw it up against...
Moe: Hey, wait a minute. What are you trying to learn the kid?

Moe: [When they try to start the car, it explodes sending the engine flying up in the air] Get under it! Grab that motor!
Curly: I'll get it. Don't worry.
[the engine hits the ground so hard it makes a crater]
Curly: Woo woo!
Moe: Why didn't you catch it?

Moe: Take this shovel. And remember, we gotta get the money for the kid. Now get busy.
[in the confined space, he gets continuously thwacked by the others]
Moe: Ooh! Ohh! Ow! Ow!
[bonking Curly on the head]
Moe: Oi!
[Larry pokes him in the eye with his shovel handle]
Moe: Ow! OWWWW! What's that?
Larry: That's an eye.
Moe: Yeah, an eye for an eye.
[eye-poking Larry]
Moe: Get out.
Curly: And a tooth for a tooth?
Moe: Certainly.
[slapping him]
Moe: Get away from here. Now get busy.
[getting thwacked again]
Moe: Ooh! Oh! What's going on here?
[a shovel spade hits him in the face with a clang]

Moe: Oh, claim jumpers, eh? Well, beat it, all of you. We were here first.
Curly: What walla did you come through?
Vault Chief: Claim jumpers? You'll get life for breaking into the United States Treasury.
Moe: Treasury?
Curly: It said Walla Walla on the map.
Vault Chief: Stick 'em up!
[as the Stooges raise their hands, they drop their loads on the guards' feet]
Vault Chief: [jumping up and down in pain] Oh! Oh! Get 'em out!

Moe: And when they told us the money was yours, you could've knocked us down with a gold bar! And that's the whole story, Mr. President, s'help me!
President Roosevelt: I see. Well, Jimmy, I shall arrange personally for your operation.
Jimmie: Thank you, Mr. President.
President Roosevelt: And as for you gentlemen, in view of the extenuating circumstances, I find it possible to extend to you executive clemency.
Curly: Oh, no! Please, not that!
[Moe stomps his foot]
Curly: Ow!
Moe: Mr. President means we're free!
Curly: No!
Moe: Yeah!
Curly: Gee, Mr. President, you're a swell guy!
Moe: You said it!