That's right, you idiots. You have ruined my life, now get out of here!

Moe:

[the Stooges hitch a ride by hanging on to the rear bumper of Lydia's car, then they get off as they arrive at Teddy's mansion]
Hey, do you smell garbage burning? Moe, Curly, Larry:
[the Stooges look down and see that their shoe soles have been worn down and smoking from dragging on the ground; they start rapidly stamping to put out the fumes]
Nyah-ah-aah! Lydia:
[gasps]
What are you doing here? Moe:
We want the dough-re-mi you owe us, lady. Curly:
Yeah, 830,000 bucks. Larry:
Plus meals. Carbunkle:
May I have a moment, ma'am? Lydia:
Excuse me, gentlemen. [Lydia goes aside to talk with Carbuncle] Moe:
Mind your P's and Q's. Curly:
But don't forget to dot the I's. Moe:
Certainly. [Moe finger-pokes Curly in the eyes; Larry chuckles, and puts his hand up sideways to block Moe's eye poke attempt] Larry:
Nyahhh. [Larry sticks his tongue out at Moe, who hits him on the forehead with his fist] Larry:
Ugh, ooh! Carbunkle:
[to Lydia]
I'm afraid I have unfortunate news: I've just received word that Mr. Miosky was struck by a bus. Lydia:
Oh no, so Mac is dead? Carbunkle:
No. Lydia:
No? Are you sure? Carbunkle:
Oh, yes. He's still alive, but he's in bad shape. Your husband is in contact with the hospital. He said he'd call with any news. Lydia:
Thank you, Carbunkle. [Carbunkle goes back inside] Larry:
Come on blondie, pay up. A deal's a deal! [Lydia slaps all three Stooges with one stroke] Lydia:
Our deal was that you would get paid when my husband died, and on that count, you have failed miserably. Moe:
You mean he's still kicking? Lydia:
That's right, you idiots. You have ruined my life, now get out of here! [Lydia knocks all three Stooges over the wall and onto the outside lawn]