Draftee Daffy

Daffy Duck:
[singing] From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli / Hear those bells of freedom ringing - Oh, no, it's just the phone for me.

[answers telephone]

Daffy Duck:
Hello? Yes, this is Daffy Duck. You say you have a letter for me from the President? You'll bring it right over? Oh, you're the little man from the draft board. Gee, thanks.

[resumes singing]

Daffy Duck:
Oh, the little man from the draft board is coming to see me. Oh, the... d-d-d-d-d - The man from the draft board? Oh ho-ho! Yipe!

Daffy Duck:
I guess he's gone now.

The Little Man from the Draft Board:
Well, now, I wouldn't say that.

The Little Man from the Draft Board:
Good heavens. That was quite an explosion. Are you hurt, son?

Daffy Duck:
Oh, I'm a little shaken up, but you should've seen what happened to that dope from the draft board. He was blown to smithereens, see? Smithereens!

The Little Man from the Draft Board:
Well, now, I...

Daffy Duck:
No! No! You wouldn't say that! It's you! It's you!

Daffy Duck:
So long, Dracula! Hoo-hoo, hoo! You dope!

Daffy Duck:
[has blown himself to Hell] Say, what's cooking? Where am I? Say, this place looks like... Hey, it is... I am in...! Oh well. Anyway, I sure put it over on that dope from the draft board.

The Little Man from the Draft Board:
[takes off demon costume] Well, now, I wouldn't say that.

Daffy Duck:
No! No! No! Don't! Don't say...

[runs away while the little man follows him]

The Little Man from the Draft Board:
What's all the hub-bub, bub?

Daffy Duck:
[reading newspaper] "U.S. Army announces a smashing frontal attack on enemy rear."

[to camera]

Daffy Duck:
A smashing frontal attack on enemy rear? HOORAY!