Curly Joe loves, Shemp
loves, Moe loves: Ámat, ámas, ámoe!
Moetets are moenophonic in Stooge
Abbey, north of Meaux.
"Praise the
Lord," a pious Larry moeans, "and pass the ammoe!"
"But remember," mouths an
altruistic Shemp, "the Alamoe!"
Donizetti and
Rastelli: Both hail from Bergamoe.
Charles Atlas apes Moe's
Beatle mop. Voila: Joe Bonomoe!
Mix Curly Joe a sodium
bicarbonate...a bromoe.
"No mo'e burlesque,"
vows Moe, as Shemp and Larry trade bòn móets.
Mario Cuomoe, Perry Comoe, Kramer
(Cosmoe)
hear medieval flaunter Larry
chaunt a gigue on chalumeau.
Save a
hundredth of a colon (mispronounced by
Shemp "cen-tí-moe")
as the
Cult'ral Revolution gets a boo(s)t from
Chairman M'oe.
Fine delivers Pisa,
"fixes" tow'r beside the Duomoe.
Curly's di'ry's in octavo. Moe's?
In duodec'moe).
Six mo’ scenes require
deletion from the Stooges' latest demoe
wherein Shemp discovers fire and Moe invents the dynamoe.
See IshMoël meet Moeby Dick. (The fire Moe terms
"St. Elmoe.")
"Pick me, Shemp, a weiner! Eenie,
meenie, mynie, moe!"
Watch Moe harpooning whales:
"...eleven, ten mo'e, nine mo'e, eight
mo'e...!"
Curly Joe steers nor' by east,
encount'ring Quinn (an Eskimoe).
Brace for more tails; now it's Curly
Joe's turn: "...six mo'e, five mo'e, fo'
mo'e..."
Larry's fine: fast friends in
Springfield find him mixing Flaming Moes.
Watch Shemp in drag. Shemp's
frock? Dior. Shemp's kicks? By Ferragamoe.
Moe's
Fugue for Horns and Brickbats? Played (how else?) 'fortissimoe!
Mark Marxman redux: Groucho,
Harpo, Chico, Zeppo…Gummoe?
"Go
West, young Stooge!" (Moe paints
his face; Shemp cries, "Geronimoe!")
Bush shock 'n' awe prompt Abu
Ghraib. (Moe guts Guantanamoe.)
Fine gets himself promoeted, making
Gen'ralissimoe!
Co-captaining a zepp'lin's harsh heil-handed Nazi homoe.
Watch Curly’s “curls”: they’re burning.
Curl! Alert your HMOe.
While smoth'ring
Curly's flames, Moe shouts, "Hold
on, Bro...half a moe!"
Mayo’s
burn staff hails Moe's h'roics: "Moe’s
a human dynamoe!")
"I'll mime Ali," boasts
Larry. Shemp adds, “I’ll
mime Archie Moo'e,"
Larry's lost: "If this ain't
Banff," he blurts, "perhaps it’s Baltimo'e!"
"It
ain't gonn' rain no mo'e," sings
Shemp. "It ain't gonn' rain? No, Moe?"
Watch Moe investigate his inner
Mary Tyler Moo'e.
The mau mau (note:
not 'moe moe'!) mistreat Moe. ("J'accuse, Jomoe!")
Peps/Stooges: Larry, Curly Joe,
Moe, Manny, Jack 'n' Moe.
Moe's
jammies? Iron-on swastikas! Shemp warns him, "You're
a Jew, Moe!
You’d best move to Jerusalem...or,
better. Joplin, MOe!"
Hi-yo, Stooges: Shemp plays Tonto,
Larry's Silver. Kemoe? Moe!
Credits roll. (You’ll note the
title song, "High Moo'n": it's sung by Keb Mo'e.
Women keen as Silver dies -- post
several regimens of chemoe.
Kidneys failing, Moe expires.
His Kaddish? Sung in Kokomoe.
The script, by some dead Irish lad, cites
Flah'rty, Liam O'e.
Not bad -- though Liam's yet to learn that, film-wise, less is mo'e...
e.g., there's
Larry's thirteen-minute speech while sitting 'top Moe's limoe...
Lethargic Larry’s lilt's less
largo, more lentissimoe.)
Is laryngitis lethal? Moe consults
his working moejo.
"It's this
L.A. smog," chokes Larry.
"Next location shoot's in Malmöe!"
"You're a
moemma's boy," taunts Curly Joe.
"Try showin' mo'e machismoe!"
“How sweet: a Swedish shoot," mews Shemp.
"Miss Curly? Take a memoe...!"
Three Stooges board the Nautilus; none cheer for
Captain Nemoe.
In Hollywood, our Moe's "da man": He's
nature's own Nostromoe.
"Let's Poe," says
Shemp. "I'm Pym. You're Usher." Moe nods: "No problemoe!
Larry's Hop-Frog; I'm the Raven..." (Quoth I, ravin', "Never, Moe!")
