What are you guys looking at? Get out of here

Moe Howard:

It was swell of you to tell the cops we worked here, Ms. Harmon. Larry Fine:
Yeah, it it wasn't for you, we'd be sent up for life. Shemp Howard:
You sure got us out of a jam. Gladys Harmon:
Oh, that's all right, boys. I'm sort of in a jam myself. Moe Howard:
Yeah? What's the trouble? Gladys Harmon:
Oh, trying to make a go of this restaurant. I can't afford any help. And most of my customers sign their checks instead of paying. Moe Howard:
You mean they signed all these? Gladys Harmon:
Mm-hmm. Moe Howard:
Why, the dirty chiselers. Larry Fine:
Who are they? Moe Howard:
[flipping through]
Larry Fine, Larry Fine, La... [slapping the bald part of his head] Moe Howard:
Why, you nitwit! Shemp Howard:
You got a lot of crust, you have. Moe Howard:
I wonder whose this is. [flipping through] Moe Howard:
Shemp Howard, Shemp Howard, Shemp... [slapping him] Moe Howard:
What's the matter with you? Shemp Howard:
I'm coming right back. Moe Howard:
Hey, this guy must have had a tapeworm. [flipping through] Moe Howard:
Moe Howard, Moe Howard, Moe... [seeing their expressions, he slaps them both] Moe Howard:
What are you guys looking at? Get out of here