- Curly: [runs up a long flight of stairs with a giant ice block] Where should I put it?
- Mrs. Lawrence: [the ice block has melted into a tiny cube] Well you can put that one in your pocket.
- Curly: Whoa! Hey Moe, look!
- Curly: [reading over the cookbook for stuffing] Separate two eggs.
- [Curly picks-up two whole eggs, puts on in each hand, and moves them from one another about six inches, and then he places the whole eggs shells and all into the turkey]
- Curly: Two potatoes diced.
- [He picks up two whole potatoes, shakes them like a pair of dice, and then he rolls them on the table]
- Curly: Yes, right! N'yuk, n'yuk, n'yuk.
- [places the whole potatoes into the turkey peelings]
- Curly: A pinch of salt.
- [Curly reaches into the salt box, takes out a large handful of salt, and pinches it tightly]
- Curly: Hunh!
- [he places the entire large handful into the turkey]
- Curly: Half a dozen oysters.
- Curly: [Curly goes and picks up one oyster shell to put it into the turkey] Oh, they forgot to clean this one.
- [Curly removes the oyster and keeps the shell. Then he picks an entire bowl of fresh whole oysters and inserts them into the turkey]
- Curly: A can of peas.
- [Curly picks up a pound size can of peas and inserts it into the turkey]
- Curly: One loaf of bread well soaked.
- [Curly picks up an entire loaf of bread and beats it several times, then he stuffs it into the turkey totally whole, using a meat tenderizing mallet to help stuff it in]
- Curly: [Curly now takes his hand and shoves the ingredients farther back into the cavity of turkey to make sure that they are in there securely] Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- [He then takes hold of the zipper head that is on the turkey and zips it shut, then he pats the turkey and claps his hands]
- Curly: Yeah.
- Mrs. Lawrence: [seeing her husband arrive home, still covered with cake] Hello dear, happy birthday!
- Poindexter Lawrence: What's happy about it?
- Mrs. Lawrence: Where's the cake?
- Poindexter Lawrence: [waving his hands down his suit] I'm wearing it!
- Moe: [washing a turkey, singing] Nice little turkey, getting his bath at 7:30, and will be done by 8 o' clooock.
- [turkey sprays him]
- Mrs. Lawrence: Make a wish, dear, and blow out the candles.
- Poindexter Lawrence: Alright, here they go.
- [Cake suddenly explodes]
- Poindexter Lawrence: Now I remember, the ice men!