Oily to Bed, Oily to Rise

Curly:
Don't look now, but I think we're about to be killed.

Curly:
Hey! Don't look know, but I think we're about to be killed! Nyuk nyuk nyuk!

Mr. Johnson, Farmer:
Hey! What d'ya think ye're doin'?

Curly:
I'm sawin' a saw in half with a saw, see?

Larry:
An inkwell!

Moe:
That's not ink! That's earl!

Curly:
What d'ya mean, earl?

Moe:
You know! Coal earl!

Curly:
You mean oil! It's a geezer! An oil geezer!

Curly:
I'm sorry, Moe! I didn't mean it, it was a coincidence!

Moe:
If I didn't need you, I'd exterminate you. (pounds Curly's nose)