A Connecticut Rabbit in King Arthur's Court

Yosemite Sam:
Why you! Take him out and roast him at the stake!

Connecticut Rabbit:
[Confused] Stake?... Roast?... Me?... [Turns to the audience] Roast me at the stake? That stings. He wouldn't dare!

[Cuts to Bugs tied to a stake]

Connecticut Rabbit:
HE'D DARE!

[after missing the usual "left turn at Albuquerque," Bugs finds himself in Camelot, dodging a fire-breathing dragon]

Bugs Bunny:
Never again, never *never* again, do I take travel hints from Ray Bradbury! Huh! Him and his short cuts! The *last* time I took Bradbury's advice, I ended up in the 25th century as a Martian monocle... on *Mars* yet! *This* time, I end up in some kinda lizard factory!

Yosemite Sam:
Will you shut up, ya loudmouthed dragon?

Bugs Bunny:
Oh, as to that, well I can shut up, all right! Any time anybody asks me to shut up, I always shut up! Shutting up is one of my virtues! I'm considered very shutty-uppy in my crowd!

Yosemite Sam:
*Shut up shuttin' up!*

[about to be burned at the stake, Bugs pretends to "blot out the sun" using a total eclipse]

Yosemite Sam:
Sun, shmun! Roast that critter!

Daffy Duck:
[as King Arthur] Listen, buster! Curb thy fat lip, or hie thee to the unemployment office! [Regarding Bugs] Release that noble creature, and give him half my kingdom! And other, uh, monuments!

[Later, after Bugs "brings back the sun" when the eclipse has ended:
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Daffy Duck:
Nice trick! Hmm, I don't suppose you'd settle for a quarter of my kingdom? Would ya? Or an eighth? Sixteenths are nice too. Thirty-seconds? [Nods to Sam] I'll throw in a second-hand court magician. After all, a thirty-second of England is easily equal to two blocks in downtown Dallas!

[Daffy, as King Arthur, presides over a jousting tournament from the safety of his royal viewing box]

Daffy Duck:
This is the part I really dig about being a king! All those idiots down there hackin' away at each other, hoo hoo! And me safely up here, out of it! Being hacked is not only stupid... it *hurts!* [to the crowd:] Let the tournamen-, uh, the slaughter, begin!