Hennie and Moe are in love with each other, but they’d drop dead
Moe: (advancing into the room) That your husband?
Moe: Maybe he’s a nurse you hired for the kid—it looks it—how he tends it. A guy comes howling to your old lady every time you look cross-eyed. Does he sleep with you?
Hennie: Don’t be so wise!
Moe: (indicating newspaper) Here’s a dame strangled her hubby with wire. Claimed she didn’t like him. Why don’t you brain Sam with an axe some night?
Hennie: Why don’t you lay an egg, Axelrod?
Moe: I laid a few in my day, Feinschreiber. Hard-boiled ones too.
Moe: Yeah. You wanna know what I see when I look in your eyes?
Moe: Ted Lewis playing the clarinet—some of those high crazy notes! Christ, you coulda had a guy with some guts instead of a cluck stands around boilin’ baby nipples.
Hennie: Meaning you?
Moe: Meaning me,