A Fractured Leghorn1950

[last lines]

Foghorn Leghorn:
Uh-uh-uh, I know what you're gonna say, son. When two halves is gone, there's nothin' left. And you're right, it's a little ole worm, who wasn't there. Two nothin's is nothin'. [shoves the cat] That's mathematics, son! You can argue with me, but you can't argue with figures! [the cat's head is suddenly in a trash can] Two half nothin's is a whole nothin'! And I know what I'm talkin' about, because...

Cat:
[finally fed up] AAAHH... [clobbers Foghorn with the trash can] SHADDAP! [kicks dirt in Foghorn's face and walks off]

Foghorn Leghorn:
Okay, I'll shut up. I'm not one that has to keep talkin'. Some fellas just have to keep their mouths flappin', but not me! I was brought up right, my pa used to tell me "shut up" and I'd shut up! I wouldn't say nothin'! One time, darn-near starved to death - [cartoon begins to iris-out around him, Foghorn pulls it back open] Wouldn't tell him I was hungry! [cartoon finally ends]