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Foghorn Leghorn (Character)
from The Foghorn Leghorn (1948)

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Weasel While You Work (1958)
Foghorn Leghorn: The snow, I say, the snow's so deep, the farmers have to jack up the cows so they can milk 'em. But I like winter!

Foghorn Leghorn: That dog's like taxes: He just don't know when to stop.

Foghorn Leghorn: My corn hurts. It must going to snow.

Foghorn Leghorn: [the weasel has put Foghorn in a boiling pot] Say, boy, wouldn't you, I say, wouldn't you rather have some delicious dog soup?
Willy the Weasel: [shaking his head] Uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh!
Foghorn Leghorn: Well, in that case... adios, you chicken-plucking little stinker!
[runs off]

Foghorn Leghorn: [after siccing the weasel on the dog] Like beating a dead horse - he's got no get up and go.

Foghorn Leghorn: [seeing the weasel carrying off the dog] That boy's as strong as an ox - and just about as smart.


A Fractured Leghorn (1950)
Foghorn Leghorn: What's the big... I say, what's the big idea chasin' my worm? You're a cat, son. Cat's don't eat worms. You're takin' the food right outta my mouth! I don't go around chasin' mice!
[knocks the cat down]
Foghorn Leghorn: Stand up boy, you're trippin' over your own feet. Now you stay away from worms and I'll stay away from mice. That's fair and square, and if you'd stop all your arguin' and jawin', you'd see my side of it!
[pushes the cat up a ladder]
Foghorn Leghorn: Yap-yap-yap, keep that mouth flappin' and do no listenin'.
[the cat falls off the ladder]
Foghorn Leghorn: There's nothin' worse than a blabber-mouth cat!

[the cat is trying to get the worm out of the ground with a tire pump]
Foghorn Leghorn: What're you d... I say, what're you doin' with a pump, pumpin' for oil? You're crazy boy! There's no oil in this ground!
[knocks the cat down]
Foghorn Leghorn: Stand up, son. You're fallin' all over yourself. There's no oil five-hundred miles o' here! Geology, the ground's all wrong! Even if there was oil, you'd need a drill not a tire pump!
[the cat steps on a rake and gets knocked down]
Foghorn Leghorn: Oh, you're down again. You gotta learn to stand on your own feet, boy. I may not always be around to help ya.
[walks away]
Foghorn Leghorn: Boy's got a mouth like a cannon, always shootin' it off.

[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]
Foghorn Leghorn: 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]
Foghorn Leghorn: 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]
Cat: 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]
Foghorn Leghorn: Wouldn't tell him I was hungry!
[cartoon finally ends]

Foghorn Leghorn: Hey son, whatcha gonna do with that wheel?


Lovelorn Leghorn (1951)
Foghorn Leghorn: Nice girl, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.

Foghorn Leghorn: Let me guess, dearie. You're looking for a husband.
Miss Prissy: Yes!
Foghorn Leghorn: Well, you're going about it the wrong way, sister. You don't bat 'em on the bean with a rolling pin. That comes later.

Foghorn Leghorn: Now what's this all about?
Miss Prissy: Well...
Foghorn Leghorn: [clamps her mouth shut] I know, I say I know just what you're gonna say. You're looking for a husband!

[Miss Prissy hits Foghorn in the head with a rolling pin]
Foghorn Leghorn: Now what, I say, what's the big idea bashing me on the noggin with a rolling pin? Clunk enough people and we'll have a nation of lump-heads.


Fox-Terror (1957)
Foghorn Leghorn: I need, I say, I need a pointer, and that dog's got just the head for it, pointed, that is.

Fox: [Dressed in a suit, almost like a brown and white tuxedo] Hey bud, come here!
Foghorn Leghorn: Huh? Who, me?
Fox: Yeah. Come here. Where you going?
Foghorn Leghorn: Why I'm, why I'm a going fishing.
Fox: Uh-huh.
Foghorn Leghorn: Un-huh?
Fox: Un-huh.
Fox: You got a hunting dog?
Foghorn Leghorn: Why, yes.
Fox: Get him, and go hunting.
Foghorn Leghorn: Well bow, well bow my weavel, I'll do it.

Fox: And our next contestant is ready, to try for the sixty-four million dollars. Careful now, here's the question. What poem mentions the colors, red and blue? When you come to the words red and blue, press the buzzer, you have in the booth.
[Foghorn Leghorn deeply concentrates]
Fox: Time's up. Do you know the answer?
Foghorn Leghorn: Why, man, yes. Roses are red, I say roses are red.
[Foghorn Leghorn then pressed the buzzer that detonated a stick of dynamite in Barnyard Dog's mouth, he then lost a left molar tooth, then spat out the remnant of the stick out of his mouth, proving that he had just lost a tooth. After the severe injury, Barnyard Dog took the other stick of dynamite, both were secretly & quietly put in his mouth, by the continuous trouble-making fox & put the second stick of dynamite in Foghorn Leghorn's beak, then completed the conclusion of the disguised fox's question of the red & blue question, the fox asked Foghorn Leghorn, approximately ten seconds earlier]
Barnyard Dog: [bitterly] And violets are blue!
[after pressing buzzer, detonating other stick of dynamite, in Foghorn Leghorn's beak, injuring Foghorn Loghorn, much like him, losing a majority his feathers]
Foghorn Leghorn: [very weakly] Somebody, I say somebody knocked.

Fox: [speaking extremely quick and getting Barnyard Dog, off guard] Here, boy. Get the bone, get the bone, get the bone. Go! Go! Go! get it! Get it! Go!
[Fox lead Barnyard Dog, that was asleep, into chasing a stick, that landed, in a trap, just set by the fox. After tricking Barnyard Dog, the fox then quickly folded up box, locking up and trapping Barnyard Dog]
Foghorn Leghorn: [Fox, is now dressed as a genie, and attracts Foghorn Leghorn's attention, as Foghorn Leghorn is walking and singing, to to a place for fishing] Uh, what do we have here?
Fox: [speaking with French accent] A lucky charm, off-ende to help you catch lots of fish. Only ten dollar.
Foghorn Leghorn: Lucky charm?
Fox: Very lucky.
Foghorn Leghorn: Lots of fish?
Fox: Great quantities.
Foghorn Leghorn: It's a deal.
Fox: Thank you, off-ende. Just blow on it three times and throw it, over your left shoulder.
Foghorn Leghorn: Hmm, lots of fish eh?
[Foghorn Leghorn then blew on it and then tossed, trapped Barnyard Dog, into well, not knowing Barnyard Dog was trapped in it]
Foghorn Leghorn: .
Foghorn Leghorn: [after seeing Barnyard Dog, injured again and singing] What happened to you dog? You look like two miles of bad road.
Foghorn Leghorn: What you doing there, Dog?
[getting even, Barnyard Dog folded up Foghorn Leghorn, blew on his folded up body three times and tossed him, over left shoulder and in the same well]
Foghorn Leghorn: .
Foghorn Leghorn: [Foghorn Leghorn just climbed out of well and dried himself] Hold on, dog. How come you do me like you do-do-do?
Barnyard Dog: Because you've been trying to keep me from my job, Guarding the chickens.
Foghorn Leghorn: Why, I dont want to keep you from guarding the chickens.
Barnyard Dog: Well, somebody does.
Foghorn Leghorn: And I think I know who that somebody is. Look!
[Foghorn Leghorn sees the fox and points it to Barnyard dog]
Barnyard Dog: Why that no good...
[Foghorn Leghorn stopped Barnyard Dog, from speaking, so Foghorn Leghorn could give him a different suggestion of advice]
Foghorn Leghorn: Whoa! Back-up boy. I've got a little o' idea. Come on.
[after Foghorn Leghorn spoke, the small chick rang the warning bell]
Foghorn Leghorn: [in unison, Foghorn Leghorn and Barnyard Dog spoke] Hey, bud. Come here.
Fox: Who, me?
Foghorn Leghorn: [in unison, Foghorn Leghorn & Barnyard Dog speak] Yeah. Where you going?
Fox: [fox, dazed talks with gibberish voice]
Foghorn Leghorn: [In Unison] Un-huh!
[Foghorn Leghorn and Barnyard Dog quickly make a duel, making the fox, their target. The fox being shot twice, was shot once by each, then runs away]
Foghorn Leghorn: .
Foghorn Leghorn: [dressed like a fox hunting executive, setting on Barnyard Dog's back, Foghorn Leghorn blows a bugle] We fixed that fox, and that's only the beginning.
[after this is small chick with final line, saying Un-huh! then showing newspaper with THE END, written, on other side]


The Foghorn Leghorn (1948)
Foghorn Leghorn: Lookit here son, I say son, did ya see that hawk after those hens? He scared 'em! That Rhode Island Red turned white. Then blue. Rhode Island. Red, white, and blue. That's a joke, son. A flag waver. You're built too low. The fast ones go over your head. Ya got a hole in your glove. I keep pitchin' 'em and you keep missin' 'em. Ya gotta keep your eye on the ball. Eye. Ball. I almost had a gag, son. Joke, that is.

Foghorn Leghorn: Looky here, son, I'm no loud-mouthed schnook.
[Hits dog as he talks]
Foghorn Leghorn: This is a dog, not a chicken. Chicken's don't look like dogs. Who told you this was a chicken, son? Nice boy, but doesn't listen to a thing you say. You got a bum steer, son. I'm a chicken, not a schnook. You're wrong, son.
Barnyard Dawg: [Kicks Foghorn] Schnook!
Henery Hawk: Schnook.

Henery Hawk: Hey, he called you a chicken.
Foghorn Leghorn: That's what I've been - I say, that's what I've been telling you, boy! I am a chicken!
[Henery hits Foghorn on the head with a shovel and drags him away]
Henery Hawk: He talked me into it.
Foghorn Leghorn: I'm just a loud-mouthed schnook.
Henery Hawk: Chicken or schnook, in our oven he'll look good.

Henery Hawk: Still tryin' to prove you're a chicken, eh?
Foghorn Leghorn: [nods]
Henery Hawk: Schnook.


Of Rice and Hen (1953)
Foghorn Leghorn: She remi - I say, she reminds me of Paul Revere's ride. A little light in the belfry.

Foghorn Leghorn: Gal reminds me of the highway between Fort Worth and Dallas. No curves.

Foghorn Leghorn: [singing] Now that old hound dog is an awful pest. He barks so much I get no rest. Homely as an old mud fence, that old hound dog just got no sense. Oh doggy, you're gonna get your lumps. Oh doggy, you're gonna get some bumps. Oh doggy...

Foghorn Leghorn: [sees Prissy on the barn] Now what's that skinny old hen doing up on the barn? She must have flipped her wig and thinks she's a weathervane.
Foghorn Leghorn: [jumps off, trying to kill herself] WHAMADOODLE! She jumped off!
Foghorn Leghorn: [after catching her] Now what's the big idea of diving with no water? Diving's ok, but you just gotta have water!


Crowing Pains (1947)
[last lines]
Foghorn Leghorn: You gotta - I say, you gotta keep on your toes. Toes, that is.

Foghorn Leghorn: Let's bury - I say, let's bury the hatchet, but not in anyone's head, boy.

Sylvester: I'll show you a chicken. A rooster, in fact.
Foghorn Leghorn: Rooster? If I'm a roost - I say, if I'm a rooster, I hope to be struck by...
[thunder rolls]
Foghorn Leghorn: Well, let's put it another way - way, that is.

Foghorn Leghorn: What's the gag - I say, what's the gag, son? Gag, that is.


Little Boy Boo (1954)
Foghorn Leghorn: Looks like sodey pop - watch it fizz.

Foghorn Leghorn: There's something kind of eeEEEEeeehh about a kid that's never played baseball.

Foghorn Leghorn: [after Junior finds him far from the box he hid in] But boy. Over there! I know, I know. Figures don't lie. But... one side boy!
Foghorn Leghorn: [goes to check the box he hid in] Nah, I better not look. I just might be in there.


The Leghorn Blows at Midnight (1950)
Foghorn Leghorn: [Sees Henery trying to tie down a pumpkin on a catapult] Now what's that boy up to? Better check on him. Say whatcha doin' there... No, no, you'll never get it done that way, you're not strong enough. You gotta have the know-how.
[Ties pumpkin down]
Foghorn Leghorn: There, your pumpkin's tied down pretty.
Henery Hawk: Got a match, mister?
Foghorn Leghorn: Match?
[Gives him a match]
Foghorn Leghorn: Here you are, boy. Now don't set the world on fire.
[Henery uses match to light candle under the rope holding down the pumpkin]
Foghorn Leghorn: These kids growing up nowadays, don't even know how to tie down their own pumpkins. Why, when I was a boy... Say, I never tied down no pumpkins. Hey, son! Whatcha tying down a pumpkin for?
[the candle burns through the rope, releasing the pumpkin and launching it onto Foghorn's head]
Foghorn Leghorn: Ask a silly question, get a silly answer.

Foghorn Leghorn: You can't quit now. You come from a long line of fighting hawks. There was a chicken hawk at Bunker Hill, with John Paul Jones, with Washington at Yorktown, and at Gettysburg!

Henery Hawk: I'm a chicken hawk, and I'm gonna take you home. Come on, I ain't got all day.
Foghorn Leghorn: [Chuckles, then pretends to be scared] Oh Mister Chicken Hawk, don't take me home to roast in no black oven. I'm scared of the dark!
[Fake sobs]
Henery Hawk: Would you rather be fried on top of the stove?
Foghorn Leghorn: I'm too tough, son. No white meat, just gristle. Feel my wing. I used to be young and tender once - Feel my wing like I toldya, boy! - but that was a long time ago. Now if you - I say, if you want something tender, nothing beats a good old pheasant. Pheasant under glass, that's good eatin'! Any of this getting through, son?
Henery Hawk: Are there any of these ph-ph-pheasants around?
Foghorn Leghorn: Why of course, son! Here, I'll take you to one.
[Walks with Henery, humming "A Hunting I Will Go", until they reach the Dog's house]
Foghorn Leghorn: Quiet down, we're near pheasant country now. There's the pheasant's house over there.
Henery Hawk: Gosh! I was talking to a pheasant and didn't even know it.
Foghorn Leghorn: [Gives Henery a glass tureen cover] Here, walk in with this over him and you've got a pheasant under glass.


Plop Goes the Weasel (1953)
Barnyard Dog: Hut-two-three-four! Hut-two-three-four! Hut-two-three-four! Halt! About-face! Hut-two-three-four! Hut-two-three-four! Hut-two-three-four! Hut-two-three-four!
Foghorn Leghorn: That dog... I say, that dog's strictly G.I. Gibberin' idiot, that is.

Foghorn Leghorn: Dog, I say, hey dog, what am I doin' on the oustide of the fence? I belong on the inside. I demand you put me back where I belong... dog!
Barnyard Dog: [picks up Foghorn] All right! All right! I'll put youse back!
[somehow jams Foghorn into the knothole in the fence, tearing off his feathers in the process]
Foghorn Leghorn: Brrr! Someb... I say, somebody close the door. I feel a draft.

Foghorn Leghorn: [Lifts a loose plank in the fence and leans out of the fence through the hole it creates] Hey, Dog! This kn-, I say this knothole seems to be loose! I better glue it tight before a chick gets out!
[Pulls small wooden circle out of knothole and disappears back inside fence]
Barnyard Dog: [Pounds on previously loose plank] Hey! Gimme dat!
[Foghorn looks through hole in fence and puts a chick through the hole]
Barnyard Dog: [Weasel grabs the chick]
Barnyard Dog: [Smacks weasel] Drop that!
[Picks up chick to put it safely back inside the fence]
Barnyard Dog: I oughta moidalize the big overstuffed feather duster!


All Fowled Up (1955)
Foghorn Leghorn: This is going to cause more confusion than a mouse at a burlesque show.

Foghorn Leghorn: Fortunately, I keep my feathers numbered for just such an emergency.

Foghorn Leghorn: [just after cement poured all over over Foghorn Leghorn, he quickly dried into Auguste Rodin's "The Thinker" sculpture] Don't bother me, dog. Can't you see I'm thinking?
Henery Hawk: Of all the chickens in the world, I have to get a Plymouth rock.
[cartoon's final line]


Pullet Surprise (1997)
Foghorn Leghorn: You don't want a chicken, son.
Pete Puma: I don't?
Foghorn Leghorn: No, you want a *chicken*!

Foghorn Leghorn: That boy's as thick as a whale sandwich.


Walky Talky Hawky (1946)
Foghorn Leghorn: You lose something - I say, did you lose something, kid?
Henery Hawk: I'm a chicken hawk. I'm after my first chicken.
Foghorn Leghorn: A chicken, eh? I'm a horse - I say, I'm a horse myself.
[Trots and whinnies]
Foghorn Leghorn: But I've seen a chicken - I say, I've seen a chicken around here - Pay attention, sonny - somewhere. Chicken? Chicken. Oh, yes!
[Points at dog]
Foghorn Leghorn: There's a chicken - I say, there's a chicken for you - Boy doesn't pay attention. Nice four legged chicken. Go on over - I say, go on over and taste him, kid. You'll like him.

Foghorn Leghorn: [after Barnyard Dog plays a prank on him] Every day it's the same thing!


Raw! Raw! Rooster! (1956)
Foghorn Leghorn, Rhode Island Red: [all muffled after a football exploded in his hands] I goofed!

Foghorn Leghorn, Rhode Island Red: I thought - I say - I thought I had a sitting duck, but turned out he had a pigeon.


A Broken Leghorn (1959)
Foghorn Leghorn: As senior rooster 'round here, it's my duty-and my pleasure-to instruct junior roosters in the ancient art of roostery! Uh, any of this getting through that little blue bonnet of yours?
Miss Prissy, Hens: Yes!
Foghorn Leghorn: Well woman, blink your eyes or something! Sheesh!

Foghorn Leghorn: That boy's so dumb, he thinks a Mexican border pays rent.


Leghorn Swoggled (1951)
Foghorn Leghorn: Nice boy but he's got more nerve than a bum tooth.

Foghorn Leghorn: You gotta be a magician to keep a kid's attention more'n two minutes nowadays.


Strangled Eggs (1961)
Foghorn Leghorn: I got, I say I got this boy as fidgety as a bubble dancer with a slow leak.


The High and the Flighty (1956)
Foghorn Leghorn: Hey dog...
Foghorn Leghorn: [Dawg snarls at him] Now hold on boy. I come in peace. I wanna bury the hatchet.
Foghorn Leghorn: [Dawg covers his head with both paws] Not in your pointed head, boy.


Space Jam (1996)
Foghorn Leghorn: Did you order the Original Recipe or Extra Crispy?


Weasel Stop (1956)
Foghorn Leghorn: It sure, I say, it's sure quiet around here. You could hear a caterpillar sneaking across a moss bed in tennis shoes. Sneakers, that is.


The Dixie Fryer (1960)
[Foghorn has gotten his beak shot off by a chicken hawk]
Foghorn Leghorn: That's the first time someone else shot my mouth off.


Looney Tunes: Back in Action (2003)
[DJ and Yosemite Sam follow the Queen of Diamonds playing card to Foghorn Leghorn's blackjack table, where it gets shuffled into the deck]
Foghorn Leghorn: Place, I say, place your bets! Money plays, loser stays! Everyone's a winn - well, not everyone.
Yosemite Sam: [Drops a bag of money on the table] Here's my money, now play!
Foghorn Leghorn: Card, sir?
DJ Drake: Hit me.
Foghorn Leghorn: Don'cha, I say, don'cha wanna look at your cards first, son? Boy's as sharp as a bowling ball.
DJ Drake: [looks at the card; it's an ace] Hit me.
Yosemite Sam: No, hit me first!
Foghorn Leghorn: Wait your, I saya wait your turn, sir.
[deals another ace to DJ]
DJ Drake: Hit me.
[Foghorn deals another ace]
DJ Drake: Hit me.
Yosemite Sam: No, hit me!
[Foghorn continues to deal aces and twos to DJ. Sam can't take it anymore]
Yosemite Sam: No, no, no, hit ME, fragnabbit!
[Foghorn glances at the audience, then smashes Sam in the head with a piece of wood. Squashed, Sam scuttles around the table, cursing unintelligibly]
Foghorn Leghorn: He's the boss.
[Back to DJ]
Foghorn Leghorn: Card Sir?
[DJ winces at the possibility of himself getting hit as well]
DJ Drake: [unsure] ... Hit me?
[Foghorn finally deals the Queen of Diamonds; DJ snatches it off the table]
Foghorn Leghorn: Twenty-one! We have, I say we have a winner!
[DJ and Daffy break for the door]
Daffy Duck: And then, they made their heroic escape!
[Daffy runs facefirst into the door that isn't open. DJ comes back, peels Daffy off, and exits again]


Looney Tunes: Reality Check (2003) (V)
Wile E. Coyote: Your honer, I condemn the Road Runner has ignored the intently fatality of this Acme merchindice, committing numerous violations of...
Granny: [bangs her hammer on her desk] In English!
Wile E. Coyote: He wont let me catch him.
Granny: Prove it!
Wile E. Coyote: Allow me to demonstrate.
Road Runner: Meep, meep!
Foghorn Leghorn: Objection, I say objection your honer!
Granny: Over ruled!
[to Wile E. Coyote]
Granny: Continue, Mr. Coyote.