Porky Pig:
Happy b-b-birthday, you Thing From Another World, you.

Duck Dodgers:
Hah! Got the drop on you with MY disintegrating pistol! And brother, when it disintegrates, it disintegrates.

Duck Dodgers:
Well, whaddaya know... heh... it disintegrated!

Duck Dodgers:
Are you ready, eager young space cadet?

Porky Pig:
I-I-I'm r-r-r-all set, sir.

Marvin Martian:
I claim this planet in the name of Mars! Isn't that lovely?

Duck Dodgers:
That's the last straw! Now I use my secret weapon!

Duck Dodgers:
And now this planet is hereby claimed for the Earth in the name of DUCK DODGERS IN THE 24 1/2TH CENTURY!

Porky Pig:
B-b-b-b-big deal.

Duck Dodgers:
(to Marvin the Martian) Like I said before, this planet ain't big enough for the two of us so off you go!

Dr. I.Q. High:
I have called for you, Dodgers, because we are facing a crisis. The world supply of Illudium Phosdex, the shaving cream atom, is alarmingly low.

Duck Dodgers:
Whoops! Had the silly thing in reverse.

Duck Dodgers:
Look, bud. I have already claimed this bit of dirt for the Earth, and there's just not room enough on this planet for the two of us.

Marvin Martian:
I do believe you are right.

Duck Dodgers:
Heh! Little does he realize that I have on my disintegration proof vest. You may fire when ready, Grisly.