Weasel While You Work

Foghorn Leghorn:
The snow, I say, the snow's so deep, the farmers have to jack up the cows so they can milk 'em. But I like winter!

Foghorn Leghorn:
That dog's like taxes: He just don't know when to stop.

Foghorn Leghorn:
My corn hurts. It must going to snow.

Barnyard Dog:
[after Foghorn rolled him into a snowman] There is but one course for me to follow: I'LL MOIDER DA BUM!

Barnyard Dog:
[to the weasel] You stupid little idiot! I'm a dog! D-O-G, dog! What you want is a chicken! R-A-T, chicken!

Foghorn Leghorn:
[the weasel has put Foghorn in a boiling pot] Say, boy, wouldn't you, I say, wouldn't you rather have some delicious dog soup?

Willy the Weasel:
[shaking his head] Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh!

Foghorn Leghorn:
Well, in that case... adios, you chicken-plucking little stinker!

[runs off]

Foghorn Leghorn:
[after siccing the weasel on the dog] Like beating a dead horse - he's got no get up and go.

Foghorn Leghorn:
[seeing the weasel carrying off the dog] That boy's as strong as an ox - and just about as smart.