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Mr. Harter:

[in the Harters' car]
Hey Moe, do you know what day today is? Young Moe:
No clue. Mr. Harter:
It's your birthday. Young Moe:
Really? Mrs. Harter:
Well, to us it is, because today is the day that you came into our lives. So... what would you like as a birthday present? Young Moe:
Aw, I'm good. This - this lollipop's really hitting the spot. Mr. Harter:
[Mrs. Harter gasps, and Mr. Harter chuckles]
Oh now, come on. come on, there's gotta be something that would make your birthday complete. Just go crazy, champ, anything your heart desires. Young Moe:
Well, when you put it that way... [Moe whispers into Mrs. Harter's ear] Mr. Harter:
Well, what is it? Mrs. Harter:
He, uh... he wants us to go back and get his two friends. Mr. Harter:
Oh, Moe, heh, three youngsters are an awful lot to take on, like, all at once. Young Moe:
Oh, don't you see, Pop? That's the beauty of it. It's not gonna cost you a dime extra. Them two termites can bunk with me. I'll even split my meals with them. Mr. Harter:
Yeah, I don't know, Moe, it's just... Young Moe:
And you don't have to worry about sending them to fancy schools, 'cause they're not interested in reading or numbers. Heavy lifting and ditch digging, that's their dream. Mr. Harter:
Wow, those guys really mean a lot to you, don't they? Young Moe:
They're all I've ever had. Mrs. Harter:
Moe's right, honey. We can't possibly separate these three boys. Young Moe:
There we go! That's my mom talking. Young Moe:
[Mr. and Mrs. Harter drop Moe off back at the orphanage, deciding to adopt Young Teddy instead]
Forget it! It was a bad idea! I don't want nothing! Mommy! Daddy! Please! Young Moe:
[sadly]
Don;t go