
Lucy Muir: I wish you wouldn't swear. It's so ugly.
Captain Gregg: If you think that's ugly, it's a good thing you can't read me thoughts.

Edgar Bergen: Yes, the voice of this golden harp cast a magic spell of joy and prosperity over the valley, but it was too good to last.
Charlie McCarthy: I knew there was a catch in it.
Edgar Bergen: For one day.
Charlie McCarthy: They built a school house.
Edgar Bergen: No, no.

Judge Lord Thomas Horfield: I do not like to be interrupted in the middle of an insult.

Colleoni: You see the gold on them furnitures? Napoleon stayed here with Eugenie.
Pinkie Brown: Who's she?
Colleoni: Oh, some foreign palone.

Ronnie Jackson: You see, I wanted to be a detective too. It only took brains, courage, and a gun... and I had the gun.

Fred Gailey: Your Honor, every one of these letters is addressed to Santa Claus. The Post Office has delivered them. Therefore the Post Office Department, a branch of the Federal Governent, recognizes this man Kris Kringle to be the one and only Santa Claus.
Judge Henry X. Harper: Uh, since the United States Government declares this man to be Santa Claus, this court will not dispute it. Case dismissed.

Bobby Turner: Babe! Go away.
Babe Doolittle: Is that all you have to say to me?
Bobby Turner: No! Leave me alone.

Cahill: Mr. Ballentine, you're the defendant in this case, are you not?
Larry Ballentine: I am.
Cahill: Charged with the brutal murder of Verna Carlson.
Larry Ballentine: That's right.
Cahill: Are you willing to describe for the jury - to describe truthfully - the events which led to the placement of that charge?
Larry Ballentine: I certainly am.
Cahill: To the jury, please.

Elmer Fudd: I'm waiting for the Easter Wabbit. When he comes in looking so fwuffy and cute with his wittle basket of Easter eggs... bang! Easter Wabbit stew. He he he he.

Tommy Udo: I wouldn't give you the skin off a grape.

Bugs Bunny: Ah, my public. How they love me.