No Census, No Feeling1940

Moe:
Now, calm yourself. We're census takers, madam. How old are you?

Larry:
What address is this?

Lady having bridge party:
One hundred and two.

Moe:
You don't look a day over eighty.

Lady having bridge party:
Young man, I'm twenty-nine.

Moe:
Oh, yeah?

Lady having bridge party:
Well, how do I look?

Moe:
Oh, you look like a million.

Larry:
Ah, she can't be that old. (Larry and Moe open her mouth and check her teeth.) Forty-three.

Moe:
Fifty.

Larry:
Forty-three!

Moe:
Fifty!

Larry:
Forty-three!

Moe:
Fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, (mouth begins to move much faster) fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty...

Curly:
Sooold American!