No, Mac, I was calling the shots.

Moe:

[in Teddy's bedroom]
Teddy! Teddy, Teddy, Teddy, what's the matter? Come on boy, speak to me. Teddy:
[barely awake]
Who are you? Moe:
It's us, it's Moe... Larry:
Larry... Curly:
And Curly. Teddy:
[Teddy is still half-awake]
Guys, what are you doing here? Moe:
All right buddy, we got you now. Moe, Curly, Larry:
[Lydia and Mac enter Teddy's bedroom]
Nyah-ah-aah! Teddy:
[drowsily]
Oh, honey, thanks so much for inviting the boys behind my back. Moe:
That ain't the only thing she's doing behind your back. Curly:
Yeah, she wanted us to smother you in your sleep. Larry:
And now it looks like she slipped you some knockout juice. Teddy:
[still drowsy]
Lydia, what are they talking about? Lydia:
[feigning innocence]
Honey, I am as confused as you are. All I know is that these men crashed our party, and when we tried to remove them, they start acting crazy. Moe:
Teddy, you've known us since you were a baby. Why, we were the ones who taught you how to play with matches. We treated you like a little brother. Why would we lie to you now? Teddy:
[still drowsy]
Wait, Lydia, why am I still in bed if- if the party's going on? Mac:
[Lydia looks at Mac while trying to come up with an answer]
I'll tell you why. Teddy:
[Mac reveals his left hand, which has a gun in it]
Oh, Mac. Moe, Curly, Larry:
Nyah-ah-aah! Mr. Harter:
[Mr. Harter enters the room, with a gun in his right hand]
Don't even think about it, Mac. Mr. Harter:
[the Stooges sigh and chuckle with relief]
Real slow, now. Drop it to the floor. Mac:
Not a problem. [Mac slowly puts the gun on the floor] Teddy:
Good work, Dad. You know, I had a feeling something was going on, but you, Mac? I mean, you were my best pal. Why would you do that? Mac:
It wasn't my idea; she was calling the shots, I swear. Mr. Harter:
No, Mac, I was calling the shots. [Lydia walks up next to Mr. Harter, and kisses him, indicating Mr. Harter's and Lydia's treacherous partnership to get rid of Teddy]