The Last Hungry Cat
1961
Narrator: Are you nervous, pussycat? Sylvester: Yep. Narrator: Why don't you try reading? That always helps. Sylvester: Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea, and besides, reading is good for you. (picks a book from the shelf, sits down and reads it) Sylvester: Once upon a time there lived three birds - a mama bird, a papa bird, and a cute little... blue eyed... baby bird. (drops the book and screams)
Narrator: Well, you got away from the law, didn't you? (Sylvester nods) I bet you wish you could get away from your conscience that easily. Sylvester: Ah, conscience, shmonshience! That bird doesn't even enter my mind. (turns on the radio) Radio Announcer: And now your local company will present gas chamber music for - I, I, I, I mean your local gas company will present chamber music for your enjoyment. (Sylvester perks up and switches off the radio)
(last lines) Narrator: In the words of the Bard: "Conscience makes cowards of us all". Sylvester: (offscreen) Ah, shut up! (hits the narrator in the head, forming a lump which remains in the silhouette as he walks away) Narrator: Good evening.