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: Pilot to co-pilot: Boo.
Uncle Remus: Now, this here tale didn't happen just yesterday, nor the day before. 'Twas a long time ago. And in them days, everything was mighty satisfactual. The critters, they was closer to the folks, and the folks, they was closer to the critters, and if you'll excuse me for saying so, 'twas better all around.
Bogart (with blackface): My oh my! I can work for Mr. Benny now.
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.
The Hospital Staff - The Doctors: Dr. Barnes: Did you get us here just to insult us?
The Police: Inspector Cockrill: No. I only like to strike an informal note.
Eugéne François Vidocq: Sometimes the chains of matrimony are so heavy they have to be carried by three.