Oh, my back.

Larry:

["Turkey in the Straw" plays in the background; a sign reads "Rolling Gills, The Kings of Farm Raised Sammin"]
Here's a little drink for you, Elsie. Larry:
[Larry holds a watering can over the salmon]
Jonesy, you gotta hold still in order to get a drink. Hello, Maritza, you're getting your color back. Curly:
[Curly steps on a salmon to shoo the flies away]
Ralphie don't look so good. Moe:
Poor guy's drying out. Curly:
Oh, good for you, Ralphie. Realizing there's a problem is half the battle, heh-heh. Larry:
Hey look, our first customer. Curly:
Woo-woo-woo. Golf Superintendent Dave Lamson:
What are you doing? Moe:
Only selling the finest farm-raised salmon in the county, that's all. Curly:
Yeah, they're all free-range; no nets, no cages. They can go wherever they want. Larry:
Plus we have smoked salmon. [Larry holds up a salmon with a cigar in its mouth] Curly:
Oh. Golf Superintendent Dave Lamson:
But this is a golf course! Larry:
So what? We let 'em play through. Curly:
What's your beef? Moe:
Yeah, we're trying to save an orphanage. Look, are you here to buy fish, or are you just kicking the tires? Larry:
[a police car pulls up]
Hey, do your job. Cart path only. Golf Superintendent Dave Lamson:
I'll cart path you, you little - [Moe pokes Lamson in the eyes] Larry, Curly, Moe:
Nyah-ah-ahh! Curly:
Woo-woo-woo, woo-woo! [the Stooges run away] Moe:
It's the five-o, scram! Officer Mycroft:
You again! Larry, Curly, Moe:
Nyah-ah-ahh! [the Stooges run off with a windmill, then throw it to the ground as they run away] Larry:
Oh, my back. [the Stooges run through a hole in the hedge]