[Stan and Ollie have been invited to dinner]
Oliver:
I'm famished.
Alva P. Hartley:
We'll start with the turkey.
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Alva P. Hartley:
Will you have light meat or dark?
[Alva plunks some pills on the boys' plates]
Stanley:
Could I have another joint?
Alva P. Hartley:
Here you are, Junior.
[Alva hands Egbert his allotment of pills]
Egbert:
Gee, the neck as usual. I'm getting capsule-happy now.
[after consuming his pills, Grandpa coughs violently]
Grandpa:
I got a bone stuck in my throat.
Aunt Sophie:
Don't bolt your food, Grandpa. (to Stan and Ollie) He always does that, especially when we have fish.
Stan:
You know what?
Oliver:
What?
Stan:
I've got a clue. I think Mr. Hartley is just a bit cracked. Well, I ought to know.
Oliver:
All inventors are like that - they're eccentric. They're not like you and me.
[to Stan, as he pokes Ollie's bulging belly with a pistol]
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