Come on

Ollie:

[Mary comes downstairs]
Goodbye, Miss... uh... Miss... uh... Mary Roberts:
Roberts, Mary Roberts. Ollie:
Goodbye, Miss Roberts. Stan:
Goodbye. Ollie:
[Stan and Ollie stop walking, Ollie does a double take]
Did you hear what she said her name was? Stan:
Sure, Mary Roberts. Ollie:
How can she be Mary Roberts when we've just given the deed to Mary Roberts? Stan:
I don't know. [Stan crushes out a cigar butt with his shoe] Ollie:
I smell a rat. Stan:
I smell something too. [Stan discovers his shoe is smoking from the cigar butt, dunks his feet into the janitor's water pail] Ollie:
Come on. [Stan and Ollie go back to the kitchen; they remove their hats] Ollie:
Pardon me, did you ever have a father by the name of Cy Roberts? Mary Roberts:
Why, yes. He left me here with these people years ago when he went prospecting. Ollie:
Well, who's that woman upstairs? Mary Roberts:
That's Lola Marcel, Mr. Finn's wife. She's my legal guardian now. Stan:
[Stan taps Ollie on the shoulder, and accidentally bangs his head on a hanging frying pan]
Can I speak to you for a minute? Ollie:
Pardon us. Stan:
Yeah, we'll be right back. [Stan and Ollie head for the main hall] Stan:
You know what? Ollie:
What? Stan:
I think we've given that deed to the wrong woman. That's the first mistake we've made since that guy sold us the Brooklyn Bridge. Ollie:
Oh, buying that bridge was no mistake. That's gonna be worth a lot of money to us someday. Stan:
Well, maybe you're right. We'd better go and get the deed. Ollie:
Say, maybe they won't give it back to us. Stan:
What do you mean, they won't give it back to us? We'll get that deed, or I'll eat your hat. Ollie:
That's what I call determination. [Ollie shakes Stan's hand; they head upstairs] Ollie:
Come on