Sylvester and Daffy have both said it, but I think most people associate it more with Sylvester, who I think said it first. This controversy has come up before, and the cat himself called in to set the record straight:
It would depend on why I was divorcing. Divorcing somebody basically reasonable because of something, or too many somethings, we just couldn’t agree on? Sit down and talk it over with them first. Divorcing somebody because of abuse? If at all possible, give no indication in advance; and have the papers served either by somebody else after I’ve already left for an undisclosed location, or if I’m damn well not going anywhere serve them in the company of several well trusted friends and if possible along with a restraining order.
Snails are delicious. I’ve had them many times.
In fact, when we were in Europe last year I suggested my teenage son try them. He loved them so much he ordered another plate just for himself!
Yeah, I knew Perry White said it on TV, but I didn’t click on in because I thought maybe some comics character had also said it.
And snails I had just last month. They were served in “butter”, but I suspect it was just some oil. The oil turned me off more than the snails did.
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My first couple of years of high school were pretty bad - lots of bullying in the dorm where I stayed as a five-day boarder, and I was awkward and lonely - but my last couple of years were pretty good, as I made some lifelong friends, found student clubs I enjoyed and did much better academically. It would be nice to be young again, but if I went back, as I understand the hypothetical, I’d lose my wife and our three sons, so I’d decline the genie’s offer.
I have absolutely no interest in a divorce, either, but would certainly want to be a grownup and discuss it before filing papers, if - God forbid! - it ever came to that.
I’ve had snails a couple of times and they were OK. If I never have them again, that’d be OK, too.
If I owned a bakery and the POTUS who visited was one I liked and respected, I’d gladly give him (someday her) free pastries. If it was one I hated, however, I’d take advantage of all the cameras and microphones to exercise my First Amendment rights then and there, concisely and pointedly. I might even ask the jerk to leave empty-handed.
I knew all of the minced oaths but three: “Sacre bleu,” “Raskolnikov” and “Suffering psyche.”
I’ve had escargot from a booth at the France pavilion at EPCOT. I couldn’t really tell you what the snails even tasted like; they were basically a delivery system for butter and garlic. Not that I’m complaining.
Snails and squid mostly taste like the sauce in which they are served. No big deal.
Daffy may have said it, but Sylvester said it with a lisp, which made it funnier and more memorable.
(Yes, I’m being able-ist. Deal with it.)
Same experience at a restaurant.
I’d run up the score, even if it invalidated my prediction for another reason not mentioned.
Because I’d be worried that other parties would consider I fixed the game in some way. It would not look good, regardless of the level the game was at.
I’d rather win by the extra point and then ruefully say “I knew we’d win, and win well, but my team went even further than I expected! I’m proud of them.”
No skin off my back.
Plus which – someone I didn’t know might have bet on that score plus one. Or even just made that prediction plus one. I’d be screwing them up to make myself look good.
I’d run up the score if there was any chance we needed it to win. Otherwise, good sportsmanship seems to indicate the thing to do is take a knee as the clock runs down. So, not knowing the score, I voted “other.”
“Other.”
Depends on whether I bet the “Over” or not.
Then you haven’t eaten snails. 
I’m 72. I’ve eaten a lot of stuff. I don’t remember all of it. I do remember trying deliberately to eat things I hadn’t eaten before, during a trip to Europe during the late 1970’s. One of the things I tried may well have been snails; but if so, they didn’t make that sort of impression on me.
Daffy most certainly said it with a lisp, really more of a sputter.
Sylvester and Daffy Duck had essentially the same voice, with Daffy sped up 50 percent. Mel Blanc of course did both characters, and I wouldn’t necessarily trust his memory as to which did it first, other than to note the Daffy was around before Sylvester (or one of the prototype cats that became the red-nosed model known as Sylvester). I suspect a Looney Tunes expert would know the truth about the sucotash line. It is worth noting that cartoons weren’t always released in their production order.
It’s dumb for a coach to make a score prediction anyway. I would never do that. I would also not run up the score unless there was a good reason like point differential affects standing. That all falls under other.
For bedtime wear, I have pajama pants and old, lightweight tshirts. You know, what people wear to WalMart.
Walmart? My son wears that to work.
For sleepwear, T-shirt and sweatpants. And socks. My feet run cold-ish.
The first time I saw someone out in the wild wearing pajama pants I seriously thought they’d walked out of their house accidentally.