Larry:
[ordering room service] Send up a dozen bottles of champagne. A dozen. Dozen! Spell it? Make it twelve instead.
[Larry uses boiling water to unglue Moe's mouth]
Moe: What are you trying to do, boil me? You think I'm a lobster?
[eye-pokes Larry]
Larry: Oh, wait a minute.
Moe: Unguard your eyes!
[Larry blocks a second eye poke, then laughs]
Larry: I fooled him.
Moe: Well, you certainly did. Pardon me.
Larry: Yes?
[Moe eye pokes Larry again]
Moe: Get away from here!
Moe: What are you trying to do, boil me? You think I'm a lobster?
[eye-pokes Larry]
Larry: Oh, wait a minute.
Moe: Unguard your eyes!
[Larry blocks a second eye poke, then laughs]
Larry: I fooled him.
Moe: Well, you certainly did. Pardon me.
Larry: Yes?
[Moe eye pokes Larry again]
Moe: Get away from here!