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Date Posted: 10:20:13 08/20/10 Fri
Author: Tim
Subject: Re: Favorite moments: Half-Wits' Holiday (1947)
In reply to: Rick 's message, "Favorite moments: Half-Wits' Holiday (1947)" on 04:36:08 08/20/10 Fri

That Mrs Gotrocks was definitely not one to be trifled with! And you are right, it was the guy Moe pointed at who threw the first purposely-flung pie. I never noticed that before!

The ill-fated conversation between Moe and Mrs Smythe Smythe:

"If you don't tell me all about this metamorphosis, I shall always feel that I've missed something."

"Lady, if you don't leave right now you're not gonna miss anything!"

"Young man, what's wrong? You act as if the Sword of Damocles is hanging over your head."

"Lady, you must be psychic!"

"Wonder what's wrong with that young man..."


Tim

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