Mamie Johnson: There's some kind of fiddle-faddle goin' around here.
Elvira Condomine: Get me to bed, Charles. Then we can talk in peace.
Charles Condomine: A thoroughly immoral suggestion. You ought to be ashamed of yourself.
Oliver: That bull wouldn't hirt a fly.
Stanley Laurel: Yeah, but I'm not a fly.
Yosemite Sam: Be you the mean hombre that's a-hankerin' for a heap of trouble, stranger? Well, be ya?
Bugs Bunny: I be.
Daffy Duck: I guess he's gone now.
The Little Man from the Draft Board: Well, now, I wouldn't say that.
Charlie Chan: So many fish in fish market, even flower smell same. Much confusion.