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While trying to save their childhood orphanage, Moe, Larry and Curly inadvertently stumble into a murder plot and wind up starring in a reality television show.
Moe: Hiya, Snook. I got you a present. Snooki: Really? Moe: Yeah. Go on, open it. [Snooki opens the box and Moe pokes her in the eye] Snooki: Ow!
Moe: Mind your P's and Q's. Curly: Don't forget to dot the I's. Moe: Certainly. [Moe pokes Curly in the eyes]
Larry: [the orphanage's bell falls off the roof and hits a nun on the head below] Uh-oh. Is that Sister Mary-Mengele? Curly: I don't know, but the face rings a bell.
Moe: What is that gadget? Teddy: This is an iPhone. Curly: An eye phone? [Curly takes the phone and holds it up to his eye] Curly: Hello? Hello? [Curly hands the phone back] Curly: There's nobody there.
Moe: [points at Snooki's Guinness beer hat] Just because it says genius on her hat doesn't mean she is one.
Curly: Oh, boy. Fosters. That's Australian for beer. Moe: Would you like that in a bottle or a mug? Curly: I'll take it in a mug. Moe: You got it. [Moe slaps him]
Moe: Hey, onion-head, go on back to the shed and grab the chainsaw. Curly: Why doesn't Larry go? Moe: 'Cause he's got a headache. Larry: No, I don't. [Moe bonks Larry on the head with a hammer] Moe: How about now? Larry: [holding his head] Yeah, it's coming on.
Head Nurse: Can't you read? Visiting hours are over. Curly: Even for family? Head Nurse: You're related? Curly: Yeah. Head Nurse: How? Curly: His mother and my mother were both mothers.
Teddy: So, you boys on Facebook? I'll poke you. Better yet, I'll tweet you. Curly: Oh! Tweet us to dinner? Soitenly!
Mother Superior: Like Moses in the desert, I believe the Lord will guide them. Because they're pure of heart. Sister Mary-Mengele: And dim of wit.
Murph: Who won the poker game last night? Moe: Eh, Peezer wiped us out. Murph: Peezer? But he's 7. Larry: Yeah but he wears those dark sunglasses, so you can't tell what he's thinking.
Larry: Hey, quit horsing around you two. You're disturbing my coffee break. Curly: Oh, boy donuts! Where's mine? Moe: They're small. Why don't you have two? Curly: Okay. [Moe sticks donuts in Curly's ears] Curly: Oh, now look what you did, Moe! You got donut stuck in my ears! Larry: Hey, look, you're in luck. They got a donut remover right here. Moe: What's a donut remover? Larry: It's one of these. [reads the sign on the bell] Larry: "Do-nut remove-uh."
Larry: Why isn't she in a hospital? Mother Superior: Well... Sister Mary-Mengele: I'll tell you why. Because we don't have any medical insurance. Larry: Well, you should get some. Just call that little green alligator guy.
Lydia: My husband is suffering from an incurable disease that eventually will kill him. Mac: Unfortunately, it could take a year, possibly more. The pain increasing daily till I lapse into an irreversible coma. Curly: I had that. Only it was just in my feet. Yeah. It's called coma toes. [Curly and Larry laugh] Moe: [mock laughing] Oh, coma toes, huh? Curly: Yeah. [Moe stomps on Curly's foot] Moe: Are they awake now?
Larry: Hey, bub, your trousers are falling down. Let me help you. [Larry yanks up Gangbanger's pants] Gang Banger: Hey, man, you trying to get yourself capped? Larry: Oh, no thanks. I don't wear hats. Why would I with a head of hair like this?
Young Moe: Anesthetic! Young Larry: Anesthetic! Young Curly: Anesthetic! Young Moe: 15 milligrams. Give! Young Curly: Right. [counts off on a croquet mallet] Young Curly: Five, ten, fifteen! [conks Sister Mary Mengele out]
Larry: $830,000. First taker gets a three-man working machine. It's all spelled out in this here contract, folks. Moe: That's right. No job is too small. We'll press your pants, we'll shine your shoes. Curly: We'll raid your fridge and drink your booze. Nyuk nyuk. [Moe slaps Curly] Moe: What's the matter with you? Quit givin' away the fine print.
Larry: Hey. Who's this lady? Ling: That's Teddo's wife, Lydia. Larry: Teddy's wife? Ling: Yep. Oh, she's one lucky girl. Larry: Then who's the guy on the end? Ling: Oh, that's Teddo's best friend, Mac. Curly: Well, then who's Mr. Fancy-Pants in the top hot and scarf? Ling: That's a snowman. Larry: Yeah, but what's his name?
Ronnie: What are you, crazy? That's assault! Moe: Heres your pepper. Shut up. [Moe slaps him] The Situation: My man! Ronnie: Who asked ya, muscle-head? [Moe pokes him in the head] JWoww: Moe! You can't just go around hitting people. Moe: No? Well, can I do this? [Moe plucks out her nose hair] Moe: Hmm, rare bouquet.
Curly: Shame on you, Moe, you let your pride ruin everything for us and them kids. Moe: How dare you accuse me of having pride?
Larry: Yeah, what's it gonna take to save this place? Monsignor Ratliffe: A lot of of this. [rubs fingers together, indicating money] Larry: Oh. Well, that's doable. How many boogers we talking about? Monsignor Ratliffe: Not boogers; dollars, you moron!
Curly: Oh, you must be French. There's a lot of wee-wee.
Curly: Hey, Moe! Hey, Larry! Fellas, do something! Larry: [nervously] Moe, Moe! Moe: What's the matter with y... [gasps] Curly: Call 411 [whimpers] Moe: [to Larry] Quick, help me grab sister M and M before chowderhead crushes her! [bonks to a water retainer, Curly falls on top of her, Mary-Mengele groans] Moe: [to Curly] You, help out. [to Larry] Moe: You, grab that bucket, splash some water on her. [metal from the bell hits Mary-Mengele thru the bucket] Larry: See? I told you there's too much iron in the water. Moe: Speak to me, sis. Say a few parables! Sister Mary-Mengele: [dizzy and hallucinating] I saved 15% on my car insurance. Larry: She seems fine to me. Moe: Come on, let's go see what Mother Superior wants. [Sister Mary-Mengele's head hits the water retainer] Moe: [groans]
Moe: What are you grubworms doing? Curly: Getting seconds on lobster. Moe: Seconds? I thought lobster upset your stomach. Curly: I dipped it in pesto-bismol. Moe: Oh, you like dipping, eh? Curly: Yeah. Moe: Come here. [Moe dips Curly's head into the water, he pulls him out with a lobster attached to his face] Larry: Hey, look, it's Santy Claws. Claws! Moe: What did I tell you about puns? [Moe stuffs the lobster down Larry's pants]
Curly: Oh, a pee-shooter, eh?
Carbunkle: You blithering idiots! What do you think you're doing? Moe: Out of the way, 3PO, we got to get Teddy. Carbunkle: This is an invitation-only party! [points the way out for them] Carbunkle: Now, good day!
Lydia: Those three idiots are here! Mac: [looking around] The Kardashian girls? Where are they?
[Curly puts binoculars to his eyes the wrong way] Curly: It's Attila the Nun! She's a hundred yards out and closin' fast! [he removes the binoculars and realizes how close Sister Mary-Mengele is] Curly: [he wails]
Larry: Hey, little fella, want a peanut? Dolphin's love peanuts, you know. Here you go. Catch. [Larry tosses peanut to dolphin and it falls into its blow hole, the dolphin chokes] Curly: Oh, my God! I think he's snufficatin'! Larry: Don't worry, pal, I know the Heineken maneuver.
Mac: Great! Great! How could this possibly get any worse? [Curly passes gas, everybody groans in disgust] Curly: I'm sorry. I guess the pesto-bismol didn't work with the lobster. Moe: Did you eat the shells again? Curly: I don't know! It was on the plate, and then it wasn't.