Rita (Christine McIntyre): (Curtsies to the Governor (Vernon Dent)) Your excellency, these men bring rare gifts. (Indicating Curly) Allow me to present the Rajah of, uh—
Moe: Canarsie! (Curly does bit with rapping fist, drumming fingers on neck, then salutes, slapping Moe.)
Rita: (Indicating Moe:) And his interpreter, uh—
Larry: The Gin of Rummy! (Moe does fist-rapping, finger-drumming bit, slaps Larry.)
Governor: Can we dispense with the formalities and make with the gifts?
Moe: Oh, yes; the gifts. (To Curly:) Sit down! (Curly goes to chair, examines it, tries to sit down on it and misses. Moe and Larry rush over to him, help him up and seat him in the chair.)
Moe: You apple head! Come on! [Says something more that sounds like “stick around”] (Returns to the governor)
Governor: What pricelss gifts does the Rajah bring?
Moe: Gifts?
Governor: Yes.
Moe: We shall see. (Shoves Larry aside to go over to Curly; seats himself across the table from him.) Maha!
Curly: Aha!
Moe: You like to speak dat?
Curly: I like to talk dat!
Moe: Rasbanyas yata bene fuchi atimeni kharonchi, that, how do you say, that pickle-puss, he asky-tasky what did you fertsaik, you gaddit?
Curly: Nya tink!
Moe: Nya tink?
Curly: Yoks!
Moe: Oh, boy! (To the Governor:) The Maha—
Curly: Aha! Rasbanyas yata bene fuchi atimeni—
Moe: QUIET!
Curly: Oh!
Moe: The Rajah says that he is the bearer of a rare jewel, (Curly pulls a large lollipop from his costume and puts it in his mouth) known as the—
Governor: A ruby! (Moe fetches the lollipop and gives it to him) A ruby as large as a turkey’s egg!
Moe: The Ruby of Lollipopskia!
Curly: It’s raspberry!
Governor: What fire! I have many pigeon-blood rubies, but never have I been given the raspberry! What other rarity does the Rajah have for me?
Moe: He had some bubble gum, but I think he swallowed it. But we shall see what we shall see. (Returns to Curly, shoving Larry aside again.) Maha!
Curly: Aha!
Moe: Ello doh!
Curly: Ello doh!
Moe: Rasbanyas yata bene fuchi atimeni kharonchi, that, how do you call it, that frog head, he asky-tasky what did you fertsaig, ingensommen. Gadda something else, kiddo?
Curly: Rasbanyas yata bene fuchi atimeni kharonchi, pareDItima hiha, I gonna see dat! (Searches his costume and pulls out a fountain pen.)
Governor: Ah, the tusk of a black walrus!
Moe: (Examining pen) No leak dat?
Curly: No leak dat. (Moe raps him on the nose with the pen then brings it to the governor.)
Moe: (To the Governor) Guaranteed forever.
Larry: You should live so long! (Moe conks him on the head.)
Governor: Ask the Maha—
Curly: (Rising, facing the wrong direction) Aha! Rasbanyas yata bene fuchi atimeni kharonchi—
Moe: Sit down, you Flatbush flathead!
Curly: Oh, shut up, I don’t have to! (Tries to sit down and takes another spill. Moe and Larry rush over to set him into the chair.) Rasbanyas yatabenefuchi, I faw down! (Moe and Larry hit him, then return to the Governor.)
Governor: Are there fair damsels in the Rajah’s domain?
Moe: Damsels?
Governor: Yes. (They chuckle together.)
Moe: We shall see. (Returns to Curly.) Maha!
Curly: Aha!
Moe: Rasbanyas yata bene fuchi atimeni kharonchi a Bay Meadows, that iron head, he asky-tasky what did you fertsaig, hendele bendele, you got some slick chicks?
Curly: Oh, a wolf! Rasbanyas yata bene fuchi atimeni kharonchi, paneDI tima hiha, I’d like to see some babes myself.
Moe: Me too— (interrupts utterance to slap Curly.)
Curly: (Removing glasses) Hit a guy with glasses, huh? (Moe slaps him again.) AAH! All right.
Moe: (Sotto voce) Put ’em back on! (To Governor:) The Maha—
Curly: (Rising) Aha! Rasbanyas yata bene fuchi—
Moe: (Rapping on desk) SIT DOWN!
Curly: Oh, shut up, I don’t have to!
Moe: The Rajah says that in his domain on the islands of Coney and Long, there are some fair chickadees, who prowl through the meadows day and night. If you give us till sunup, we shall bring some back by sundown.
Governor: Excellent! Excellent! On your way with winged feet!
(Moe and Larry rush past Curly toward the door.)
Moe: (In passing) Come on, Maha!
Curly: (Rising and groping about) Aha! yata bene—WHERE ARE YOU?! (Falls over his chair; Moe and Larry pick him up and hustle him toward the door.)
Moe: Pick up your winged feet and let’s get going! (He and Larry exit through the open door; Curly walks into the wall.)