“Le SCREEEEEEECH!”
Also, “son of an unnamed goat” is my all-time favorite insult.
“Le SCREEEEEEECH!”
Also, “son of an unnamed goat” is my all-time favorite insult.
“Eh, it’s a living!”
(Daffy, acting as a watch for a giant Elmer.)
Whenever complimented on something I channel Beaky Buzzard: “Uuuuh nopenopenopenope” and shake my head while turning beet red.
Y’all have noted most if not all of mine, but just to make Morbo feel even better (OK, and for fun), here’s a partial list:
Hey, Gramma! Those are awfully big ears . . . TA HAVE!
Quick, run for the hills, or you’ll be up to your armpits in Martians!
OOOOOOOOO! Dragons is so stupid!!!
You idgit!
Zoiks, and away!
You might, rabbit, you might.
Rabbit Season/Duck Season
Hansel? Hansel. Hansel?!
Ah, your mother rides a vacuum cleaner!
Oh Gossamer, Gossamer sweetie!
Speedy, I’m hongry. (My husband while I’m cooking dinner.)
Hello, my baby
Hello, my honey
Hello, my ragtime ga-al
Send me a kiss by wire
Darling my heart’s on fire
If you refuse me
Honey you lose me
Then you’ll be left alone
So honey telephone
And tell me I’m your own
. . .
Riiiiibit
You’re a gazelle. You’re a gazelle.
Shut up shuttin up.
That boy’s about as sharp as a sack of wet mice. (One of hubby’s favorites.)
And of course most of What’s Opera Doc?
I often substitute Yosemite Sam’s “Rassinfrassinrassin” for actual swear words when things don’t work the way they’re supposed to.
I’m a gazelle.
Twenty years ago, my college friends and I would watch Bugs Bunny (we were dorky like that) and this was one of our favorites.
I can’t resist:
“THIS LOOKS LIKE A JOB FOR - (you know who)”
O there ain’t no place like a hole in the ground
A hole in the ground
A hole in the ground
There ain’t no place like a hole in the ground
With a big fat goon a’ floatin’ around
“Newport News! Walla Walla Washington!”
“Eat it a-up a-while eetsa still a-seezlin!”
“Oh father, you’re stewed again”
Preceded by “Whoa, dragon. WHOA, DRAGON! Aw, c’mon, please whoa! Ya stupid idjit dragon! When I say whoa… I mean…” BAM! “WHOA!”
My roomie’s reaction to this thread:
And then, quoth he, “tee hee.” Quite.
Daithi, your roommate sounds like a perfect candidate for the Dope. That was a sublime pun!
The one I use when teaching an intro to video production course…
“This is a close-up???”
I agree wholeheartedly!
I also use a WB gag, but there’s no dialogue. Whenever I get near a keyboard, I play “Those Endearing Young Charms,” but I, of course, play the phrase’s last two notes first sharp, and then flat, a la the Roadrunner refusing to be tricked by Wile E Coyote’s piano-trap.
i thought of another one.
when my wife gives me a compliment (a rarity), i sometimes reply
“Tell me more about my eyes!”
Really? I’ve wondered for years where that comes from. Can you give me the context and calm my turbulent mind?
Wow. How did they write so much good, quotable stuff…?
“That boy’s about, I say, that boy’s about as sharp as a pound of wet liver!”
“O Bwunhilda, you’re so lovely!”
“Yes, I know it, I can’t help it!”
“Oh, Belvedere! Come heah, boy!”
“Oh, we’re the boys of the chorus, we hope you like the show / We know you’re rootin’ for us, but now we have to go!”
(with bored contempt) “Spear and magic helmet!”
“One and two and three and four, she dances all day long…!”
“Special Delivery for Bugs Bunny!”
“Look no further, good friar, for I am he for whomst thou seekest!”
“See yon rich unwary traveler? I’ll rob him of his gold, and give it to some poor unworthy slob. That’ll prove that I’m Robin Hood. Hmmm? Prithee? Hmmm?”
“Climb the Schmatterhorn?”
“A cup of tea-hee, a cookie and you-hoo!”
“Kid’s about as sharp as a bowling ball.”
Plus so many others!
[QUOTE=Daithi Lacha;1041
I also use a WB gag, but there’s no dialogue. Whenever I get near a keyboard, I play “Those Endearing Young Charms,” but I, of course, play the phrase’s last two notes first sharp, and then flat, a la the Roadrunner refusing to be tricked by Wile E Coyote’s piano-trap.[/QUOTE]
Or Bugs refusing to be tricked by Yosimite Sam! Same song. 
Sometimes, especially if we’re going out looking for a specific friend for some reason, I’ll do the mother hen’s call from a Foghorn Leghorn short: “Rooooobespierre!”
STOP Steamin’ up my tail!!!