The Yoke's on Me

Moe:
[Curly is dancing and striking poses with some ostrich feathers] Hey, pin-up boy! Get to work, or I'll pin your ears back.

Curly:
Hey, look! A pelican.

Moe:
That's no pelican. It's a gander.

Curly:
Mahatma Gander?

Moe:
A gander. A gander! A goose's husband.

Curly:
Oh.

Larry:
Yeah, a papa goose.

Curly:
Do they have papa and mama gooseses?

Larry:
Oh, sure. And little baby gooseses, too.

Curly:
Oh, I read about them. They come from Germany: the Goose-stapo.

Moe:
Look, if you don't stop, I'll give you a pop.

Curly:
What flavor?

Moe:
Five delicious flavors.

[Moe slaps Curly]

Larry:
I don't see a single cow.

Curly:
I don't even see a married one.

Ma:
I know he'll become a General in the cavalry. Why, only last week I had to drag him off the merry-go-round.