bugs01.mp3 | | Ketchup, ketchup, where's the ketchup at? |
bugs02.mp3 | | What's up doc? |
bugs03.mp3 | | Bugs screaming |
bugs04.mp3 | | Wham! A homer! |
bugs05.mp3 | | Eh, sniff sniff, what's cookin' doc? |
bugs06.mp3 | | Bugs bunny cheer |
bugs07.mp3 | | Bugs bunny, private eyeball |
bugs08.mp3 | | Bugs yelling at turtle |
bugs09.mp3 | | I knew I shoulda takin' that left turn at Albuquerque. |
bugs10.mp3 | | Stop steaming up my tail! Whatta ya trying to do, wrinkle it? |
bugs11.mp3 | | Of course you realize, this means war. |
bugs12.mp3 | | Whatta a gull-a-bull, whatta nin-cow-poop |
bugs13.mp3 | | What an imbesile, what an ultra maroon |
bugs14.mp3 | | Me genie, the light brown hare |
bugs15.mp3 | | Ain't I a stinker |
bugs16.mp3 | | I refuse to look up any more reference because you talk mean to me. Say your sorry. |
bugs17.mp3 | | He look fella's. I'm a hare plane. |
bugs18.mp3 | | Neh, what's up beaver puss. |
bugs19.mp3 | | You'll be sorry! |
bugs20.mp3 | | Bugs the beautician for the monster. |
bugs21.mp3 | | Bugs selling real estate to Sheriff of Naughtingham |
bugs22.mp3 | | I shoulda gone to worstechire |
bugs23.mp3 | | Sheriff of Naughtingham meet little john. |
bugs24.mp3 | | Sheriff of Naughtingham gets nighted |
bugs25.mp3 | | Bugs vs the wolf |
bugs26.mp3 | | Abracadabra |
bugs27.mp3 | | Well now ain't that cozy |
bugs28.mp3 | | Time out whilst I think up some more deviltry |
bugs29.mp3 | | What an imbesile, what an utlra maroon |
bugs30.mp3 | | There's gold in them thar hills. |
bugs31.mp3 | | Hey, could that have been a....gremlin? |
bugs32.mp3 | | Pull a knife on me would ya...why you! |
bugs33.mp3 | | I knew I shoulda takin' that left turn at Albuquerque. |
bugs34.mp3 | | What a maroon, what an ignoranimous |
bugs35.mp3 | | I hates rabbits |
bugs36.mp3 | | Bugs' death throws |
bugs37.mp3 | | Bugs sings a bit of "As Time Goes By" |
bugs38.mp3 | | "Knock, knock, knock knock...Eh, is you is or is you ain't my baby? |
bugs39.mp3 | | Gee he's an excitable type. |
bugs40.mp3 | | So you call yourself a mounty. Heh heh heh heh, you can't catch me. Why you couldn't even catch a cold. Ya know what I'm gonna do to you? I'm gonna punch you right square in the nose. |
bugs41.mp3 | | Last one in's a rotten egg. |
bugs42.mp3 | | Can you imagine, an old fashion rabbit trap. How quaint. My grandfather told me about those things, but I never though I'd see one. Well, someone went to a lot of trouble. I won't disappoint 'em. I can go along with a gag. |
bugs43.mp3 | | Ha ha ha ha, can ya imagine old doc think that stuff would make anyone turn into a gruesome monster. Ha ha ha ha, eeeeh! ooooh! |
bugs44.mp3 | | Welcome to Jellastone dock, a restful retreat. Oh brother |
bugs45.mp3 | | Funny situation ain't it. |
bugs46.mp3 | | Woooooooo I'm dyyyyyyyyin'! |
bugs47.mp3 | | What's this? A letter, for me! |
bugs48.mp3 | | Aye aye sir. |
bugs49.mp3 | | Your it! Baggy eyes. |
bugs50.mp3 | | It's did. |
bugs51.mp3 | | What a bird brain. |
bugs52.mp3 | | Bright boy. |
bugs53.mp3 | | Aah, ya brother blows bubble gum. |
bugs54.mp3 | | Weeeeell, goodbye... And don't think it hasn't been a little slice of heaven... 'cause it hasn't. |
bugs55.mp3 | | Chaaaaarge!!! |
bugs56.mp3 | | Now where'd that come from? |
bugs57.mp3 | | Holy cats, I've been drafted! |
bugs58.mp3 | | Hit the road! |
bugs59.mp3 | | Naah, what's up crock? |
bugs60.mp3 | | Uh oh, he wants to play some more. |
bugs61.mp3 | | Alright, alright, quite shovin'! |
bugs62.mp3 | | Ready! |
bugs63.mp3 | | We're gonna have roast rabbit... |
bugs64.mp3 | | Step aside son, ya bother me. |
bugs65.mp3 | | Well, ya talked me into it. |
bugs66.mp3 | | Whatta ya think your doin'? |
bugs67.mp3 | | Eh, watch me paste this pathetic palooka with a powerful paralyzing perfect pachydermous percussion pitch. |
bugs68.mp3 | | Eh, what's up doc? Roman Legion convention or somethin'? |
bugs69.mp3 | | Oh Ow! Ooh! Ouch! Oh! Oh! Agony! Agony |
bugs70.mp3 | | Smmmmack! And away we go! |
bugs71.mp3 | | I can see this cigarette machine is gonna cause me no end of trouble. |
bugs72.mp3 | | I get the idea heh heh heow! |
bugs73.mp3 | | I'm going to tell, I'm going to tell. |
bugs74.mp3 | | I don't ask questions, I just have fun! |
bugs75.mp3 | | Ouch, ya killing me! |
bugs76.mp3 | | Neh, I couldn't do that to the little nimrod. |
bugs77.mp3 | | Ya know, someday these scientists are gonna invent something that will outsmart a rabbit. |
bugs78.mp3 | | I've got a notion to take you apart with a screwdriver. |
bugs79.mp3 | | I demand that you get rid of this immediately. |
bugs80.mp3 | | That's alright. You good kid. |
bugs81.mp3 | | Hardy har har. Au revoire. Adios. |
bugs82.mp3 | | Captian! Captian! Just what's the meaning of this? |
bugs83.mp3 | | She's a nice lady. Eeeoow! |
bugs84.mp3 | | This is an outrage! I demand an explanation. |
bugs85.mp3 | | Well, ask a silly question. |
bugs86.mp3 | | Hey doc, wait, I want to ask you something. |
bugs87.mp3 | | Hmm, innocent as a new born baby. Baby rat, that is. |
bugs88.mp3 | | Goodbye now, don't forget to write. |
bugs89.mp3 | | Run for the hills, folks, or you'll be up to your armpits in Martians. |
bugs90.mp3 | | Look, Mac, let's get this straightened out. |
bugs91.mp3 | | Did you ever have the feeling you were being watched? |
bugs92.mp3 | | Where the heck am I anyways? Wherever it is I don't like it and I'm getting out of here. |
bugs93.mp3 | | Yikes! What was that? |
bugs94.mp3 | | Look at this tired specimen. |
bugs95.mp3 | | Okay Toro, whenever you can spare the time. |
bugs96.mp3 | | I wonder why they put the South so far south? |
bugs97.mp3 | | Ahhh, me public. |
bugs98.mp3 | | What's the hassle, Schmassle? |
bugs99.mp3 | | Hey, just a cotton-pickin' minute. |
bugs100.mp3 | | Well shut my mouth and call me Cornpone, if it ain't the little ol' South. |
bugs101.mp3 | | Eh, hey buddy, where'd you go? |
bugs102.mp3 | | What gives? I invite ya up here for a vacation and all you want to do is watch TV |
bugs103.mp3 | | Well, if ya can't lick 'em ya might as well join 'em |
bugs104.mp3 | | Okay Okay I'm shuttin' up. Why should I continue to keep yappin' when I'm told to shut up. I'm not the kind that don't know when to stop. |
bugs105.mp3 | | Bugs sings "Home on the Range" |
bugs106.mp3 | | I'm willing to let bygones be bygones if ya promise not to do it again. |
bugs107.mp3 | | Wait! Hold it! Hold it! Eh, got this on the wrong end. |
bugs108.mp3 | | Yep, he's right on time. |
bugs109.mp3 | | Eh, what is up monsiuer le physician? |
bugs110.mp3 | | Aha! I find thee, my little pigeon. Fly with me to Parie. |
bugs111.mp3 | | Boy, am I glad you happened along. I was worried about what to do with this. |
bugs112.mp3 | | Let's get going. I'm getting blisters on my cotton tail. |
bugs113.mp3 | | Hey, that's a wonderful idea. |
bugs114.mp3 | | Pardon me sir, but could I use your teleophone? |
bugs115.mp3 | | You realize that this is not going to go unchallenged. |
bugs116.mp3 | | Well, I ain't too familiar with it, but I'll try anything once. |
bugs117.mp3 | | Geee, thanks Mom. What a wonderful old gal. |
bugs118.mp3 | | OK, I'm ready to win again. |
bugs119.mp3 | | Don't you worry, Daddy will protect you. |
bugs120.mp3 | | Well, by huckleberry. If it don't look like one of them new-fangled teleophones. |
bugs121.mp3 | | It isn't any fun playing with you when you act like that. |
bugs122.mp3 | | Hey, do you mean I win again? |
bugs123.mp3 | | Hello? I want to speak to my Mom, please. Hello Mom? I can't hardly hear ya at'all... |
bugs124.mp3 | | Gold! Gold! I'm rich, I'm fabulously wealthy. I'm independant beyone the realm of mere avarice. |
bugs125.mp3 | | How's that? Do I win? |
bugs126.mp3 | | There's the old mixing it, kid, that's the old fighter. Let's see you give it everything you got, let's see you rough it up. |
bugs127.mp3 | | Yeah, I know, I know. But anything can happen in Texas. |
bugs128.mp3 | | Pilot to Bombadier, Pilot to Bombadier. Open bomb bays, we're right on target. |
bugs129.mp3 | | I guess he wants to make it a regular blowout. I better get the party trimmings. |
bugs130.mp3 | | Hey, that castiron Palooka is making a chump outta me. |
bugs131.mp3 | | Well, what are ya waiting for? Go on, make a wish and blow out the candles. |
bugs132.mp3 | | Now he oughta know better'n that. |
bugs133.mp3 | | This here hole's my home, such as it is. So you just run along and find a nice hole for yourself. |
bugs134.mp3 | | I think I better use a little English on this one. Ehh, eightball in the side pocket. |
bugs135.mp3 | | Look at the new Dick Tracy character - Accordian Head. |
bugs136.mp3 | | Ehhh, boo yourself. You're expecting maybe Errol Flynn? |
bugs137.mp3 | | Oh yeah, well for sooth, boiler boy, thou has insulted me, for sooth. |
bugs138.mp3 | | Okay, Doc. As long as I know you're coming I'll bake a cake. |
bugs139.mp3 | | Eeeehh, next! |
bugs140.mp3 | | Eehhh, what's up, Duke? |
bugs141.mp3 | | Tilt with thee I will, and I won't wilt. Just lend me a weapon, that's all, that's all. |
bugs142.mp3 | | Hey come on, let's see ya source, huh? Please? Huh? Please? |
bugs143.mp3 | | Well, why not? After all, the laughed at the man when he discovered penicillin. |
bugs144.mp3 | | You know, that a good trick, Merl ol' girl. Can you do this one? |
bugs145.mp3 | | I bet you know my friends like Duke of Ellington, Count of Basie, Earl of Hines, Cab of Calloway, Satchmo of Armstrong. |
bugs146.mp3 | | Well, that gives him a hobby. |
bugs147.mp3 | | My, he's a big one! |
bugs148.mp3 | | And whomsoever art thou, in thy cast iron tuxedo? |
bugs149.mp3 | | Do you smell brimstone? |
bugs150.mp3 | | Putting that 8-ball in the side pocket is all very well, but it doesn't explain what I'm doing in this boobie hatchery. |
bugs151.mp3 | | Hoo boy, what big horny toads they do have around here. |
bugs152.mp3 | | Hey girls, the life of the party is here. |
bugs153.mp3 | | So long screwy, see ya in St. Louie. |
bugs154.mp3 | | I kind of figured you'd like to settle this in a gentleman-like manner. |
bugs155.mp3 | | I suppose I'll have to dispose of the little monster. |
bugs156.mp3 | | Hey! This ain’t my bathin’ stream. Oh, I get it. It’s a mirage. Look kinda ancient Roman-like. Well. Be it ever so crumbly, there's no place like Rome; Nero, he was the emperor, and the palace was his home. But he liked to play with matches, and for a fire yearned. Yearn, yearn, La, la la. La la yearn. |