Moe: "Well, where have you been?"
Joe: "Doin' my taxes on the Internet—Turbo Tax."
Moe: "Yeah? How's that workin' out for you?"
Joe: "They say I'm gettin' $580 back."
Mow: "That's great!
Joe: "I'm not buyin' it."
Moe: "Why?"
Joe: "Because I haven't had a winner all year. It'll probably be $58 back or I'll owe $580."
Moe: "At least you got your health."
Joe: "I don't know. I got a doctor's appointment tomorrow."
Moe: "So?"
Joe: "I'm nervous."
Moe: "Hey, don't go all Bobby Jindal on me over here. You'll be all right."
Joe: "I don't know. I think I got the flu."
Moe: "Hey, look, it's almost spring. It's March for cryin' out loud."
Joe: "Yeah, March with all the wind and rain and sleet and ... "
Moe: "Hey, chill out, will ya'? Take your wife out to dinner and relax."
Joe: "Sure, we'll go to our place—the mobile food bank."
Moe: "Well, just head to Hailey and have a nice dinner at home."
Joe: "You haven't heard? They got pipe bombs in Hailey!"
Moe: "There was one and he's probably in jail by now waiting for the judge."
Joe: "You haven't heard? They won't let Hailey judges hear any cases."
Moe: "You've got to get a grip! OK, tell the wife to meet you in Ketchum or Sun Valley."
Joe: "You haven't heard? There's not going to be a Ketchum or Sun Valley—they're merging into one! There'll be a new name!"
Moe: "So? How does that affect you?"
Joe: "Well, how about my mail? My creditors will think my business has moved to a new town."
Moe: "Ridiculous! Now, stop this madness and have a drink."
Joe: "Haven't you heard? I gave it up."
Moe: "No more drinking? What about my needs?"
Joe: "You'll be fine."
Moe: "Now I'm a wreck! No drinking partner!"
Joe: "I told you March is going to be tough."
Moe: "Nice talking to you."
