- Judge: Ye are accused of doing battle with his Majesty's guards. What say ye to the charge?
- Larry: I can explain, judge. You see-eth, it was like this-eth...
- Judge: Guilty! I sentence ye to Newcape Prison for forty years! Ye to forty-five! Ye to fifty!
- Moe: Forty?
- Larry: Forty-five?
- Curly: Fifty? I got fifty. Fifty. Fifty, fifty, fifty, fifty, do I hear fifty-five, do I hear fifty five? Going once, twice, do I hear fifty-five? Who'll make it fifty-five?
- Judge: [breaks gavel] I shall!
- Curly: Thank you. I... Woo!
- Judge: Fifty-five years for the lot of ye at hard labor!
- Prosecutor: But, your lordship, t'would cost the crown a pretty penny to feed yon wastrels for fifty-five years! Why not send them to our colonies in America to fight the redskin savage?
- Curly: Mmm, I just love corned beef and savage!
- Judge: Silence! I now sentence ye knaves to defend our colonists from the savages!
- Moe: Gadzooks! They'll scalp us alive!
- Curly: Not me! Nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk nyuk!
- Prosecutor: Your Lordship, these rogues do lay claim to be kin to the three musketeers.
- Larry: One for all!
- Moe: All for one!
- Curly: Every man for himself!
- Judge: Silence, ye knaves!
- Chief Rain in the Puss: Ugh! No more war. Give 5000 shekels.
- Governor: But we have no more than this.
- [Chief shakes a small pouchful of coins]
- Chief Rain in the Puss: Mm! Good down payment. Take mortgage on balance - interest six per cent.
- Pilgrim: Thank goodness! At last are we free to hunt?
- Chief Rain in the Puss: No! No hunt till FOB!
- Governor: FOB?
- Chief Rain in the Puss: Mm. Fork over balance.
- Curly: Indian givers.
- [reading the scroll from His Majesty: "Giveth them the works."]
- [a sign at the edge of town: "'Plymouth City 'Limits / Come 'Again / Plymouth Chamber of Commerce"]
- [the colonists are starving from the Native American's hunting restriction]
- Moe: Tis a chance to redeem ourselves, lads. We shall hunt anyway and feed the colonists.
- Curly: Thou hast said a mouthful.
- Moe: I shall bringeth a moose.
- Larry: And I shall bringeth an elk.
- Curly: I'll bring a couple o' Odd Fellows, nyak nyuk nyuk.