"Roger, I told you - no food for a month!"
Oliver Hardy: You can't have a meal like me.
Stan Laurel: What do you mean I can't have a meal like you?
Oliver Hardy: Because, You gotta fight tonight! [To the waiter] Uh, One order, please?
Stan Laurel: [Whines] I thought you were the fighter.
Oliver Hardy: NO, I am the manager, and you are the fighter. [He leaves poor Stan sobbing and starving]