Rabbit Fire
1951
(Elmer Fudd shoots Daffy and makes his face go upside-down) Daffy: Whatha-matter? Everythingth upside-down. That'th strange. Can't make headth or tailth outa anything.
Bugs: (pulls out 1000 Ways to Cook A Duck book) Filet of Duck Bordelaise Maitre d'Butter. Yum-yum. Bugs: Duck Polonaise Under Glass. Mmm-mm. (Daffy pulls out 1000 Ways to Cook a Rabbit book) Daffy: Rabbit au Gratin de Gelatin under tooled leather. Oh, drool-drool. Bugs: Barbecued Duck Meat with Broiled Duck Bill Milanese. Yummy-yum. Daffy: Chicken Fried Rabbit with Cottontail Sauce braised in carrots. Mm-mmm.
Bugs: Fer shame, doc. Huntin' wabbits wit an elephant gun. Elmer Fudd: Ewephant gun? Bugs: Yeah, so why don't ya shoot yourself an elephant? Elephant: You do and I'll give you SUCH a pinch. (Whacks Elmer into ground)
Daffy: Rabbit season. Bugs: Duck season. Daffy: Rabbit season. Bugs: Duck season. Daffy: Rabbit season. Bugs: Rabbit season. Daffy: Duck season, FIRE. (Daffy is shot)
Bugs: It's not rabbit hunting season. It's Duck Season. Daffy: That, sir, is a lie beyond all that can tell. It's rabbit season. Bugs: Duck Season. Daffy: Rabbit Season. Bugs: Duck Season. Daffy: Rabbit Season. Bugs: Duck Season. Daffy: Rabbit Season. Bugs: Rabbit Season. Daffy: Duck Season. Bugs: Rabbit Season. Daffy: I say it's *duck* season... and I say *fire*!
Bugs: Shush! Be very very quiet. We're hunting Elmers. Daffy: Heheheheheh!!
Daffy: (disguised as Bugs) Eh, what's up, Doc? Having any luck with those ducks? It's duck season, you know. Bugs: (disguised as Daffy) Just a darn minute. Where do you get that duck season stuff? Daffy: Says so right over there on that sign, if you're so smart. (the sign reads "rabbit season") Daffy: You know what to do with that gun, Doc. (Elmer shoots Daffy) Daffy: (to Bugs) You're despicable.
Elmer Fudd: I'm sowwy, guys, but I'm a vegetawian. I hunt onwy for the sport of it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha. Bugs: Oh, yeh! Well, der's udder sports besides huntin', ya know! Daffy: Anyone for tennis? (Elmer shoots Daffy) Nice game!
Elmer Fudd: (pulls rifle trigger) Well, what do you know. No more bulwets. Bugs: No more bulwets? (to Daffy) Hey, Laughing Boy, no more bulwets! Daffy: No more bulwets?! (snatches shotgun) Here, let me see that thing. (looks into shaft) Hmm. (bang!) Elmer Fudd: Well, what do you know? One bulwet left! Bugs: One bulwet left? (to Daffy) Hey, Laughing Boy, there was - Daffy: I know, I *know*!