What is your account... number? Uh, seven. Seven?... seven? Try eight. Eight? Heard...

Mr. Welling: [Stymie and Spanky go into a bank trying to get a loan disguised as two Amish men] What is your account... [looks up and pauses] Mr. Welling: number? George "Spanky" McFarland: Uh, seven. Mr. Welling: [uncertain] Seven?... seven? Billy "Froggy" Laughlin: [is under Spanky to hold him up] Try eight. George "Spanky" McFarland: Eight? Mr. Welling: [still uncertain, the turns stern] Heard enough. Mr. Welling: [pulls their fake beards and lets them go hitting Stymie and Spanky in their faces] Mr. Welling: If you were *my* kids, I'd punish you. Stymie: If we were *your* kids, we'd punish ourselves! Mr. Welling: [desperate for them to leave] Leave the premises posthaste! George "Spanky" McFarland: You can't treat people like this, Mister! Mr. Welling: You're not people, you're kids.

And how! And what is your account... - number? - Seven. Seven? Seven...? - Try eight? - Eight? Heard enough. Ouch! If you were my kids, I'd punish you! If we were your kids, we'd punish ourselves! Leave the premises posthaste! You can't treat people this way, mister. You're not people. You're kids.