One Good Turn

Oliver:
Why you, you...

Stanley:
Don't you call me a you-you!

Oliver:
Now I see it all.

Stanley:
What?

Oliver:
"What". Don't try to alibi. You know you stole this money from that old lady. Why guilt is written all over you.

Stanley:
What do you mean?

Oliver:
I mean that you're going to give this money back and make a full confession!

Stanley:
A confession of what?

Oliver:
And to think after all these years I've been fostering a common theif. A viper in my bosom!

Stanley:
Whose bosom? What are you talking about?

Oliver:
Don't try to bluff me! To think you would bite the hand that was feeding you. You snake in the grass. You traitor! You sheep in wool clothing. You double-crosser. You judist! You... You...!

Stanley:
Stop! Don't call me a "You-you".

Oliver:
We haven't tasted food for three whole days.

Old lady:
Three whole days!

Stanley:
Yes ma'am. Yesterday, today and tomorrow.

Oliver:
One good turn deserves another.

Stanley:
So do I neither.

Oliver:
What do you mean, "so do I neither"?

Oliver:
Well, our earthly possessions are slowly getting less and less.