- Moe: Listen, Bustoff you can't drink that. That's alcohol.
- Ivan Bustoff: That's not alcohol. That's just a little tequila, vodka and cognac.
- Curly: Oh, that's different go ahead.
- Curly: [Moe and Larry are punching, kicking and choking Curly to get him to agree to spar with Kid Pinkie for $5] Wait a minute! Wait a minute! If I'm gonna get beat up, I wanna get paid for it.
- Moe: We're in the dough.
- [tripping and seeing the unconscious Bustoff]
- Moe: What happened? What happened?
- Larry: Nothing. Only this pudding head dumped some dumbbells on his head.
- Moe: Dumbbells?
- Curly: When the dumbbells fell off, the locker fell on him.
- Moe: You mean you hit him with the locker, too?
- Curly: I didn't do it, the locker did.
- Tony: That fathead of yours is wrestling for my dough, and if he loses this bout...
- [he reiterates his threat to kill them]
- Moe: Now, listen, boss, he'll win it, sure as life. He's a-just warming up. Look, see?
- [he flinches]
- Curly: [being swung around in circles] Hey, you're making me dizzy. Let go.
- Moe: Warming up.
- [smelling something]
- Moe: Wild Hyacinth!
- [taking a female spectator's perfume bottle]
- Moe: Oh, boy. Let me take that. If this don't win the wrestling match, I'll eat the ring.
- Tony: You're gonna stop Bustoff drinkin', you're gonna get him to the stadium tonight, sober and ready to wrestle.
- Larry: Yeah, what if he won't come?
- Tony: Kid him into it. He likes you mugs. And if you make good, I'll give you a hundred bucks.
- Moe, Larry, Curly: A hundred bucks?
- Tony: [with his hand in his coat like a gun] Yeah, and if you don't, ya get a hundred slugs.