Too soon?

Mac:

[after the Stooges have just agreed to Lydia's shady business proposal for $830,000]
Thank you! Now, here's what we were thinking. Moe, Larry, Curly:
Yes? Mac:
I'd like you to sneak into our bedroom in the middle of the night and smother me while I'm sleeping. Moe, Larry, Curly:
Yes, yes? Mac:
But, do not turn on the lights. Moe, Larry, Curly:
No, no, no. Moe:
Wait a minute, why don't you want the lights on? Mac:
Well, I want it to be a surprise. Moe:
Oh, I get it. You don't want to see it coming, eh? Mac:
Bingo. Larry:
Hey look, it's the guy from that thing all the kids are talking about! Larry:
[Curly belly-bumps Mac into the path of a city bus; Mac gets knocked several blocks ahead where a street sweeper runs over him]
Whoa, whoa! Help, help, help, help, help, help! Help, help, help...! Moe:
[a kid jumps on Mac with his pogo stick, bouncing on his stomach, then the arrow Larry shot from the bow lands in Mac's right thigh; Mac faints]
That settles that. Moe, Larry, Curly:
[the Stooges take turns shaking each other's hands]
Success, success, success. Success, success, suceess. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Lydia:
[furiously]
What did you do? That was not the plan! Moe:
What are you yakking about? He just said he didn't want to see it coming! Larry:
Hey, hey, you look like you could use a grief massage. Lydia:
Huh? Larry:
Let it go, let it go, try to live in the now. Lydia:
[Lydia frustrately pushes Larry away]
Get off me! Larry:
[Lydia gets into her car and drives away]
Too soon?