Come on, fellas

Balloon Girl:

[hanging on to the balloons which have risen to the sunroof]
Mommy! Moe, Larry, Curly:
Nyah-ah-aah! [one of the guests cries out "Oh!"] Moe:
Think of something, lamebrains! Larry:
[Larry points to a rifle on the wall]
Hey look, a balloon popper. Curly:
Oh, heh-heh-heh. [Larry gets the rifle from above the fireplace] Larry:
I'll get it! [Larry starts to aim the rifle] Moe:
What's the matter with you? That's a kid up there! Where's your gun safety? [Moe takes the rifle from Larry's hands, and hits him on the forehead with the rifle's butt end; the rifle fires, popping one of the balloons as the little girl falls on the cake below] Balloon Girl:
[laughing]
That was awesome! French Chef:
Nooo-oh-oh-oh-ohhhh, oh-oh-ohhh! Mon gateau! Moe:
Come on, fellas