Chipmunk?
Squirrel?
Possum?
Zebra?
Orangutan?
Hippopotamus?
No, not a Hippopotamus…
If there’s one little feather, just ONE little feather harmed on this bird, I’m going to sell you to the violin string factory!
Kid’s as sharp as a bowlin’ ball.
What for you bury me in the cold, cold ground?
Don’t you worry, never fear, Robin Hood will soon be here.
Reminds me of Paul Revere’s ride, a little light in the belfry.
Gal reminds me of a highway between Forth Worth and Dallas – no curves.
Oh, cut it out. I’m serious. If you don’t know where he is, just say so.
Oh, you should not talk mean like that, because there he is!
Good widdance to bad wubbish!
Awise storm! North wind bwow! South wind bwow! Huwwicanes! Typhoons! Earthquakes!
SMOG!!
Get me outta here!!!
You don’t have to be crazy to do this … but it sure helps!
I may be a scwewy wabbit, but I’m not going to Awcatwaz!
With my speaw and magic hewmet
Abracapocus. Hocuscadabra. Newport News. Oh, brother, I can do better than that… Walla Walla, Washington!
She may not be very pretty now, but she was someone’s baby once…
Open, uh, sarsaparilla? Duh, open Saskatchewan? Open, septuagenarian? Duh, open, saddle soap? Open, sesame!
Ah, redcap. Call me a cab, boy, and be quick about it. I’m a heavy tipper!
PORKY: [after smacking his thumb with a hammer] Oh, son of a bi-bi-, son of a bi-bi-, son of a bi-bi-bi- … a gun! [turns to the camera] Ha-ha-ha! You thought I was going to say ‘s-s-son of a bitch’, didn’t ya?!