Daffy Duck: I guess he's gone now.
The Little Man from the Draft Board: Well, now, I wouldn't say that.
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.
The Little Man from the Draft Board: What's all the hub-bub, bub?
Daffy Duck: So long, Dracula! Hoo-hoo, hoo! You dope.
