Phineas Fogg III, great grandson of the original Phineas Fogg, accepts a bet to duplicate his great grandfather's famous trip around the wor...更多>
Lory Filch: You're a fine one, Vickers Cavendish. Wasting your time reading when you should be thinking up some scheme to defraud. [Larry comes in with a waterlogged newspaper and hands it to Moe] Larry: They left it in the swimming pool today. Moe: Oh, I see. The tadpole edition. Larry: Yeah, the tadpole edi... [Moe whaps Larry with the paper] Moe: That's for now. Remind me to kill you later. Larry: I had the brains to steal this from the Duke's palace next door. [pulls fresh newspaper from coat] Larry: You thought I was stupid, didn't ya? Moe: Now I'm sure of it. Phileas Fogg III: Moe, about how long would you say I've been having kippers for breakfast? Moe: Man and boy, I'd say we've been eating our kippers every day for, it must be 11 years, sir. Phileas Fogg III: Time for a change. Starting tomorrow, I'd like sausages. Moe: Oh, those ugly little brown - SAUSAGES? [Curly-Joe opens door just as Moe is coming through; there is a spectacular crash of breakfast dishes and cutlery] Curly-Joe: I'm sorry, Moe. The door swung and all the dishes broke. Moe: Well, don't distress yourself, lad. You didn't break everything. Curly-Joe: I didn't? Moe: [Holds up an intact plate] Here's one you missed. Curly-Joe: Hey! [Moe breaks it over his head] [the Three Stooges are trying to convince Phileas to take them with him] Moe: Who's going to lay out your day togs for daywear? Moe: And your night togs for nightmares? Curly-Joe: Remember, we're born chiselers. Larry: Oh, boy! We're going around the world on our wits! Moe: With your wits, you won't get past the front door. [Amelia is using the back of a frying pan as a mirror while Phileas plots their course] Phileas Fogg III: Now, owing to monsoons at this time of year, we may have trouble getting across this bridge. It could be completely under water. Curly-Joe: Don't worry, we'll cross that bridge when we come to it. Moe: [chuckling] Pardon me, may I have the mirror? Amelia Carter: Why, certainly. Moe: You know, a sharp crack deserves a sharp answer. Curly-Joe: Yeah. [Moe whaps Curly-Joe with pan] [tootling on horn to entice a snake out of its jar] Larry: [frustrated] He don't like my music. Moe: He's not supposed to like it. He's gotta hate it. Then he comes out, sees you, goes out of his mind, and while he's out, I clobber him. Moe: We are official bodyguards. Also double as man Friday. Larry: And Saturday. Moe: His pistol record is [mumbling] Moe: shots out of a possible 300. Curly-Joe: That's without bullets. Moe: The rajah says that he will, without the aid of a telescope, shoot a raisin from the top of this gentleman's head. Larry: Wait a minute. Wait a minute. Hold it. Shoot *what* raisin from *which* gentleman's head? Moe: Oh, pardon me for calling you a gentleman, sir. Moe: The rajah says that at this time he will throw the razor-edged daggers at random. Larry: Random? Get him up here. Hey, Randy, come on. Moe: [glowering at Larry] Pardon me, Mister Random. Larry: You don't think I'm going to let that blind bat throw knives at me, do you? Moe: Blind bat? Why, he can see better than you can and I can prove it. Larry: Well, you better prove it. [picks up large round tray and holds it up to Curly-Joe's eyes] Moe: Maha. Curly-Joe: [peers in opposite direction] Aha? Moe: Rajah! [Curly-Joe turns around and stares closely at tray] Moe: What is this? Curly-Joe: Half a dollar. Larry: You're right. I thought it was a dime. [Curly-Joe's thrown knife grazes Larry's fake mustache] Moe: Missed that. Curly-Joe: Missed that? Impossible! Larry: Missed that? What is he aiming at? Moe: You'll find out. [Guards are roughing up Curly-Joe] Moe: Wait a minute. You're gonna hit a man with glasses? Curly-Joe: [gratefully, as guards pause] Yeah! Moe: [takes away glasses] Go ahead! [Soldier shouts in Chinese as Phileas and co. sail away] Chinese Non-Com: [Subtitle] CENSORED. AND DON'T COME BACK!
: If you keep on trying, you'll always have a chance. Larry: Yeah, and we'll starve to death in the meantime. [Everyone is under arrest for stowing away in the back of a truck] Moe: Four days directly to New York. And here we are, thanks to you. Larry: You don't have to thank me. [after a prolonged fight in the dark where everyone keeps hitting the wrong people before finally knocking out the bad guys] Moe: I knew you'd get the right ones if you kept on swinging.