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Moe: (advancing into the room) That your husband?

Moe: Maybe he’s a nurse you hired for the kid—it looks it—how he tends it. A guy comes howling to your old lady every time you look cross-eyed. Does he sleep with you?

Hennie: Don’t be so wise!

Moe: (indicating newspaper) Here’s a dame strangled her hubby with wire. Claimed she didn’t like him. Why don’t you brain Sam with an axe some night?

Hennie: Why don’t you lay an egg, Axelrod?

Moe: I laid a few in my day, Feinschreiber. Hard-boiled ones too.

Hennie: Yeah?

Moe: Yeah. You wanna know what I see when I look in your eyes?

Hennie: No.

Moe: Ted Lewis playing the clarinet—some of those high crazy notes! Christ, you coulda had a guy with some guts instead of a cluck stands around boilin� baby nipples.

Hennie: Meaning you?

Moe: Meaning me,