|Oh father! What are we, cannibals? Yeah he he he.
|She's about as helpless as a porcupine in a nudist colony.
|This is the most diabolical bird catcher ever invented.
|Your dirty double crossing scheme didn't work.
|"Tweety singing "I'm a tweet wittle bird in a gilded cage" BOOM! And that my boy is the way to catch a bird.
|Oh father, I do wish you would give up this inhuman hunt.
|Oh, I just can't bear to watch.
|Where there's cheeses there's bound to be mouses.
|That is disgusting.
|Well, I suppose he's gotta find out the hard way.
|Sufferin' succotash, I've created a kindergarten Frankenstein.
|I'm going inside, your staying outside. You understand.
|Stop it ya knucklehead.
|Listen mouse, I'll fight you but I ain't fightin' no dames.
|I'm not a scared of you. Just start something.
|Father, you're just not human" Sylvester: "Of course I'm not human, I'm a cat
|Sylvester: And stop calling me George! My name's Sylvester. Benny the cat: But I can't say Sylvester, George.
|Hey, that's a swell idea, and it just might work.
|I gotta sleep, I gotta get some sleep. I gotta, I just gotta.
|I can't take it anymore. After all I am a pussy cat with normal weaknesses...why pick on me? Why?
|Why are you looking at me like that, son? Don't you believe there was a giant mouse?
|You're just not whistling Dixie, brother.
|Sufferin' succotash! What a present!
|Ah, why couldn't I get something practical?
|Oh, I've been a good pussy cat. I wonder what old Kris Kringle brung me.
|For me! Oh boy!
|Listen Buster, I'm not a nice pussycat. I just don't relish the idea of pizzacatos played on me in some string section.
|Listen, cat, hands off this bird, You want me to be made into violin strings?
|You're darn tootin', Buster. You did see a pussycat.
|Well, sufferin' succotash, a tasty little morsel.
|Come on, step on it. I got a lot of fairy godmothering to do.
|Ah come on, you guys, scram! Go find your own fairy story.
|Ah ha! Now I gotcha!
|You are not to be trusted.
|BANG! Whadya mean, nothing happens?
|Now for the magic words: R-A-G-G, M-O-P-P.
|Um hum hum hum..BOOM!
|I'm your fairy godmother. I've come to grant you a wish" Tweety: Really?
|Over this pussycat's dead body Daffy: That's much too messy.
|If I'd a known you were coming I would've baked a ch-ch-cheesecake.
|What's this? Must've blown a fuse or something.
|If it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have to luck at all.
|Sylvester: I did, I did taw a Tweety Bird. Tweety: I did, I did taw a puddy tat.
|Sylvester: Sufferin' succotash, I tawt I taw a Tweety Bird. Tweety: I tawt I taw a puddy tat.
|Well, I see you got your ears pinned back.
|OK mouse, I don't care how big you are, come out fighting.