Dr. Bright: Have you ever sold anything?

Larry: Have we ever SOLD anything!

Moe: Have we ever SOLD anything!

Curly: Have we?

Curly: Hey, what's this stuff for anyway?

Larry: Why it's a cleaner, you chump.

Curly: I know. It's auto polish.

Moe: You boys really want to know what it's for?

CurlyLarry: Yeah!

Moe: It's for sale. Now get busy selling it.

Moe: Brighto, Brighto, makes old bodies new!

Larry: We'll sell a million bottles!

Curly: Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!

Dr. Bright: Well boys, how did it go?

Curly: We rubbed it on a man's car, and it took the paint right off. That polish ain't no good.

Dr. Bright: Polish? You idiots, that's medicine!

Curly: Medicine?

[Curly drinks a bottle]

Curly: I feel better already!

Moe: What was wrong with you?

Curly: Nothing.

[Moe slaps Curly]

Moe: [while "polishing" a man's shoe with Brighto] Remember sir, Brighto! You'll never forget it as long as you live!

[removes the rag to realize that the Brighto has eaten right through the man's shoe]

Moe: And neither will I!

Moe: [In a hospital, in a room with a microphone connected to the loudspeaker, hits the three skulls to make a musical jingle then hits Curly on the head] Hello, everybody, we just brought the moon over the mountain.

Curly: Hello, Ma. Hello, Pa. It wasn't much of a fight. I stood like that. But not for long.

[Moe hits him on the head]

Moe: Quiet. This broadcast comes to you through the courtesy of Brighto. And it's six delicious flavors. Chocolate, Vanilla, Cranberry, Strawberry.

Curly: And raspberry.

[Moe slaps him]

Curly: Ow. It's still raspberry.

[Sticks his tongue out, Moe hits him on the head]

Curly: Ow!

Moe: Now keep quiet or I'll sock you again.

Larry: Are you listening. V-v-v-voo. V-v-v-voo. V-v-v...

[Moe hits him with a backhand punch in the face]

Moe: Now, don't go away, gentlemen. We'll soon be with you.

MoeLarryCurly: Zheee. Boom! Cuckoo!

Policeman: [Larry is standing next to a fence with one leg hidden to look crippled] Oh I'm sorry buddy. I didn't notice the leg was gone.

Larry: Huh? Oh yeah, gone but not forgotten.

Policeman: War, eh?

Larry: No, banana peel.

Curly: A guy wants to know what to do for inflammation.

Moe: Why call us? Tell him to dial Inflammation!