Daffy Duck: Swing music. Jazz. Phooey! Ah, bublichas, how difference in my native willage. Soft music, wiolins, the happy peoples sitting on their balalaikas, playing their samovars. And then, there was Cucaracha. Ah, Cucaracha: so round, so firm, so fully packed, and so easy on the draw. They would sink to me a little gypsy love song, like this. Listen. CUCARA-CHA! Cucaracha, cucaracha - hoo hoo hoo hoo! Cucaracha, cucaracha - hoohoohoohoo.
Droopy: Hello, Joe.
Johnny: Where's Brer Rabbit's Briar Patch?
Uncle Remus: Where? Well, now, let me see. That I can't exactly say, 'cause I ain't been keeping close track as I used to.
Bugs Bunny: Is there a doctor in the house? Is there a doctor in the house?
Doctor in audience: I'm a doctor.
Bugs Bunny: Eh, what's up, doc?
Bugs Bunny: Watch me paste this pathetic palooka with a powerful paralyzing perfect pachydermus percussion pitch.