Bugs:
Funny. I never thought molasses would run in January.

Daffy Duck:
Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers, and gunpowder, and cordite! I'm an elk! Shoot me, go on! It's elk season! I'm a fiddler crab! Why don't you shoot me? It's fiddler crab season!

Daffy:
Boy, am I a pigeon!

Daffy:
Here is your license to soot a frica... Hey, Bugs, how do you spell "Fricasseeing".

Bugs:
F-R-I-C-A-S-S-E-E-I-N-G D-U-C-K!

Daffy:
(impatiently) Well, here you go... Well, whatta ya waitin' for? shoot him... Go on, go ahead.

Daffy:
Hey, lemme thee that license! (reading) "Here is your license to soot a fricasseeing duck!" Well, I guess I'm the goat.

Elmer:
Hmmm, that's funny. He disintegwated.

Bugs:
Eh, what's up, doc? How are t'ings down on low ground?

Elmer:
I'm sowwy I killed you, Mr. Wabbit. I weawwy am.

Daffy:
Hey, waaaaaaaaaaaait a minute. If he's dead, then I'm a mongoose!

Daffy:
You're a dirty dog...

Bugs:
And YOU are a dirty skunk!

Daffy:
I'm a dirty skunk? I'M a dirty skunk?