Brideless Groom

Shemp:
That's enough for today, you might hurt your voice. Ya know, bend it or crack it or break it or something.

Moe:
Shut up and listen. Do you remember your Uncle Caleb?

Shemp:
Do I? Why, that old tightwad! He'd steal flies from a flying spider!

Moe:
But, Shemp, he's...

Shemp:
He's a louse and a weasel!

Moe:
Yeah? Well, he just died and left you $500,000 bucks.

Shemp:
Just like that old skin flint!

Shemp:
$500,000?

Shemp:
Poor old Uncle Caleb! Like I was sayin', he was a swell guy, giving me the shirt off his back and throwing the buttons too.