Pepe Le Pew:
Do not come wiz me to ze Casbah - we shall make beautiful musicks togezzer right here!

Pepe Le Pew:
Un smelle vous finay.

Pepe Le Pew:
What is this? Ah, this little one wishes to commit suicide to prove her love for me. Such a sweet gesture. Nevertheless, I must prevent it.

Pepe Le Pew:
I am ze locksmith of love, no?