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Come Clean

Kate: Where am I? What happened?
Stanley: We saved your life.
Kate: You've got a lot of nerve, butting into other people's affairs. Well, now that you've saved me, you can take care of me.

Opening Title Card: Mr. Hardy holds that every husband should tell his wife everything - Mr. Laurel is crazy too.

Ice Cream Attendant: What can I do for you?
Oliver: We'd like a quart of your best ice cream, please.
Ice Cream Attendant: Yes, sir. What flavor?
Oliver: What flavors have you?
Ice Cream Attendant: Strawberry, Pineapple, and Vanilla.
Oliver: [to Stanley] What Flavor do you want?
Stanley: I'll have chocolate.
Ice Cream Attendant: I'm sorry, but we're out of chocolate.
Stanley: Have you any mustachio?
Ice Cream Attendant: No, we're out of mustachio.
Stanley: You're out of mustachio?
Ice Cream Attendant: [angry] Yes!
Stanley: He's out of mustachio.
Oliver: Mm-Hm.
Stanley: What other flavors are you out of?
Ice Cream Attendant: Strawberry... We're out out of Orange, Gooseberry and Chocolate!
Stanley: Alright, I'll have it without Chocolate!

[first lines]
Oliver: Darling, isn't it wonderful to be alone?
Mrs. Hardy: Oh, it certainly is, honey. And what a relief not to be bothered with those Laurels tonight.
Oliver: Now we can have a nice quiet evening. Nothing to mar our happiness.
Mrs. Hardy: Oh, Poppa!
[the Laurels ring the doorbell]

Oliver: [to Stan] Did you hear me tell her where to get off? It takes me to handle these dumb dames.
Kate: [standing behind Oliver] Ha-ha-ha! Trying to give me the slip, were you?

Oliver: This has gone far enough. We'll go in and tell our wives just what happened. We'll lay our cards right on the table. We'll tell the truth about this *woman*. We'll come clean. Now, you go in and tell 'em.
Stanley: What do you - what about you?

Oliver: [to the wives] Just a moment. I'll go and get him. Good night. I mean, goodbye. I'll drop you a line. I mean, I'll be right back.

Mrs. Hardy: What are you doing?
Oliver: Just playing.
Mrs. Hardy: I believe you're going cuckoo! Just because you have the mind of a four year old child, you don't need to display it. Remember, we have company. Come, Mrs. Laurel.

Stanley: So then her husband came in and shot the travelling salesman.
Mrs. Hardy: [angrily] Why you!
[She attempts to slap Stanley in the face but misses and hits Oliver who has entered the door from behind him]
Stanley: I must have told the wrong story.

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