Korgoth: I've dated girls uglier than you for breakfast.
Stan Sr.: Remember the old adage: You can lead a horse to water, but a pencil must be lead.
Droopy: Hello, Joe.
Von Hamburger: This should be a close-up, am I r-r-r-r-r-right, boys?
Assistant Directors: Yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir, yes, sir.
Larry: Ooh, I remember one time I thought there were monsters in MY closet.
Bob: Really? What happened, Larry?
Larry: Well, it turned out they weren't really monsters at all, just my fluffy bunny slippers. And, they're not so scary. Just, kind of, squishy.
Elmer Fudd: Which way did he go? Which way did he go?
Texan: A birthday cake! Now who coulda knowed it was my birthday? Especially when it t'ain't.
Louise: Philip has but one weakness - women. At the sight of a pretty girl he has spots before his eyes.
Announcer: The dogs are going into their starting boxes. Now they're on edge for this race. Bill's Bunion looks a little sore. Pneumatic Tire's rounding into shape. Father's Moustache looks a little droopy. Motorman's Glove will have a hand in it. Bride's Biscuit is hard as a rock. Grandpa's Folly is out of it. He's being scratched.
Pluto's Angel: Kindness to animals, my friend, will be rewarded in the end.
Yosemite Sam: I paid my four bits to see the high-diving act and I'm a-gonna see the high-diving act.
Older James: I remember that winter because it had brought the heaviest snows I had ever seen. Snow had fallen steadily all night long and in the morning I woke in a room filled with light and silence, the world seemed to be held in a dream-like stillness. It was a magical day. And it was on that day I made the snowman.
Porky Watkins: Name? Speak up, old boy.
Shropshire Slasher: Shropshire Slasher.
Porky Watkins: Occupation?
Shropshire Slasher: Shropshire Slasher.
Wallace: No cheese, Gromit! Not a bit in the house.
Elmer Fudd: Doggone you, old, mean wabbit.
Daffy Duck: Yes, sir. Daffy Duck, personal representative of the biggest discovery since the Sweater Girl. He's colossal! Stupendous! One might even go so far as to say... he's mediocre. I give you that paragon of pep and personality, Sleepy Lagoon.
Marvin the Martian: Where's the kaboom? There was supposed to be an earth-shattering kaboom.
Hassan: Open, septuagenarian? Uh, open, saddle soap? Open, sesame?
Joann: Hi, I'm Joann, my favorite color is fluorescent beige. I'm already in the music business, shoot, I'm just here to get my GED.