Babs: I don't want to be a pie! I don't like gravy.
Babs: All me life flashed before me eyes! It was really boring.
Fowler: I don't like the look of this one. His eyes are too close together.
Ginger: Fowler, please!
Fowler: And he's a Yank!
Rocky: Easy, pops, cockfighting's illegal where I come from.
Bunty: And where is that exactly?
Rocky: Oh, just a little place I call the land of the free, the home of the brave.
Rocky: No! America!
Fowler: Poppycock! Pushy Americans, always showing up late for every war.