The Little Man from the Draft Board: Good heavens. That was quite an explosion. Are you hurt, son?
Daffy Duck: Oh, I'm a little shaken up, but you should've seen what happened to that dope from the draft board. He was blown to smithereens, see? Smithereens.
The Little Man from the Draft Board: Well, now, I.
Daffy Duck: No! No! You wouldn't say that! It's you! It's you.
Taxidermist: May I help you?
Woody Woodpecker: Yeah. How about a menu?
Taxidermist: I beg your pardon?
Woody Woodpecker: A menu, menu! M-E-N, men. Y-O-U, you. Menu.
Yosemite Sam: Be you the mean hombre that's a-hankerin' for a heap of trouble, stranger? Well, be ya?
Bugs Bunny: I be.