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Sylvester (Character)
from Birds Anonymous (1957)

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Space Jam (1996)
Michael Jordan: Whatever you do, don't forget my North Carolina shorts.
Daffy Duck: Your shorts? From college?
Michael Jordan: I wore them under my Chicago Bulls uniform every game.
Looney Tunes: Eeewwww!
Michael Jordan: Hey! I washed them after every game!
Sylvester: Sure...
Michael Jordan: I did!

Bugs: Look at our facilities.
Daffy: We've got hoops!
Elmer Fudd: We've got weights!
Sylvester: We've got balls!
Michael Jordan: You sure do. This place is a mess.

Tweety Bird: Feed me! Feed me!
Sylvester: Feed you? Feed me!

Stan Podalak: Let me help! Let me help! I can help! I can help!
Michael Jordan: What can you do?
Stan Podalak: Well, I may not be very tall, but... I'm slow.
Sylvester: And large.
Daffy Duck: And a dork.

Sylvester: [after a few suggestions of what to challenge the Nerdlucks to] Suffering succotash! What's wrong with all of ya? I say... we get a ladder
[as you see a mental image of him on a ladder outside of a window where Tweety Bird is sitting in his cage]
Sylvester: ... wait till the old lady gets out of the room... then grab that little bird!
[grabs Tweety Bird, then the scene transitions back to Sylvester holding on to one of his thumbs, hyperventilating]
Bugs: Whoa, whoa! Take a deep breath, Sly!


Birds of a Father (1961)
Sylvester Jr.: Oh, father, I do wish you would give up this inhuman hunt.
Sylvester: We're not huntin' inhumans. We're huntin' birds.

Sylvester Jr.: Oh, how can I face my friends? My father shooting at helpless old ladies.
Sylvester: Oh, look, son, she's about as helpless as a porcupine in a nudist colony. Sakes!

Sylvester: Okay, son. Start reading.
Sylvester Jr.: [Reading] In order to grow up to be a real cat, it is necessary to... chase birds, catch birds and... gulp!... eat birds? Oh, father! What are we, cannibals?
Sylvester: Yeah, he-he-he... ahem. That is how we cats survive.

Sylvester Jr.: Father, you're just not human.
Sylvester: Of course I'm not human. I'm a cat.


The Last Hungry Cat (1961)
Hitchcock-type Narrator: Are you nervous, pussycat?
Sylvester: Yep.
Hitchcock-type 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]

[last lines]
Hitchcock-type 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]
Hitchcock-type Narrator: Good evening.

Hitchcock-type Narrator: [to Sylvester] Well, you did it, didn't you, cat?
Sylvester: [panting] Yeah, yeah...
Hitchcock-type Narrator: You got rid of that helpless little blue-eyed menace to society, didn't you?
Sylvester: [chuckling] Yeah. Yeah.
Hitchcock-type Narrator: Sardines and milk wouldn't have done it. You had to commit murder.
Sylvester: [shocked] *Murder*?
[laughing]
Sylvester: That's silly! Ridiculous! Murder...
Hitchcock-type Narrator: Of course, there's a good chance they'll never find out who committed this horrible crime.
[Sylvester notices newspapers headlining the police hunt for a criminal called "The Cat"]

Hitchcock-type Narrator: Well, you got away from the law, didn't you?
[Sylvester nods]
Hitchcock-type Narrator: 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]


Birds Anonymous (1957)
Clarence: Our new member has come to us for help. Would someone volunteer to tell what B.A. has done for him?
B.A. Cat #1: I was a three-bird-a-day pussycat, until B.A. helped me.
[Applause]
B.A. Cat #2: Being on a bird kick cost me five homes. B.A. helped me solve my problem.
[Applause]
Sylvester: Fellow members, from now on my motto is: Birds is strictly for the birds.
[Applause]

Tweety: Oh, Mr. Putty tat. Don't you wike me anymore?
Sylvester: I think... I think... I think you're... I think you're... *delicious!*

Sylvester: [On the floor, crying] I can't stand it! I gotta have a bird! I'm weak! I'm weak, but I don't care! I can't help it! After all, I am a pussycat!

Clarence: [after Sylvester has broken down crying after trying to resist eating Tweety] Oh come now, there's no need for this demonstration, birds and cats can live together in brotherly love, watch
[to Tweety]
Clarence: come here little bird
[Tweety flies into his hand]
Clarence: here you see I really love birds
[kisses Tweety and after he does he licks his lips and sweats uncontrollably then tries to eat him]
Sylvester: [Clarence laughs hysterically and chases after Tweety] Stop it!
[grabs a hold of him]
Clarence: Let me go, let me go, I gotta have it, one little bird, just one!
Sylvester: Control yourself!
Clarence: It's been so long, so long, let me go, let me go!


The Unexpected Pest (1956)
Mouse: [Wakes up to the smell of cheese] I know, I'm in heaven.
[Sees Sylvester]
Mouse: No, I must be in the other place.
Sylvester: Well, I'll tell ya where you're gonna be, unless you do as I tell you, and that's down the hatch.
[Points at mouth]
Mouse: Oh, please, spare me, Mr. Pussycat! I'll do anything you say.
Sylvester: Okay. But remember, you disobey me, and it's down the hatch.
Mouse: No! No! Not that! I'll be your slave.
Sylvester: Okay, slave. I've got a job for ya.

Sylvester: Come on, slave. Time to do your stuff.
Mouse: Just a minute, cat! I've been doing some thinking.
Sylvester: Oh, yeah? And what about, peanut brain?
Mouse: Well, it looks like you need me to keep your happy home.
Sylvester: Oh, yeah? And what's that make you?
Mouse: Well, from now on, it makes me the boss around here.
[Plucks out one of Sylvester's whiskers]
Sylvester: Ow! Why you little... I'll...
Mouse: You'll what?
Sylvester: Why, I'll...
Mouse: [Jumps into Sylvester's mouth] Down the hatch? I dare ya. I double dare ya!
[Tries to close Sylvester's mouth]
Sylvester: No, no! Don't, don't! Uh-uh, don't, don't!
Mouse: Okay, but you'd better keep an eye on me. You just can't afford to have anything happen to me. And away we go!

Man: Marsha, what's going on in here?
Woman: Oh, John. We'll have to keep the cat. He just caught a great big mouse, and there might be others around.
Sylvester: [Chuckling] Or the same one lots of times, sister.


The Scarlet Pumpernickel (1950)
Sylvester: [Daffy and Sylvester get into a sword fight] En garde!
Daffy Duck: Riposte!
Sylvester: Café au lait!
Daffy Duck: Champs-Élysées!
[the two cross their swords]
Daffy Duck: Ha ha! You ain't got a chance! I'm the hero of this picture, and you know what happens to the villain.
Sylvester: So what's to know?

Sylvester: The wedding must take place tonight, milord. The Scarlet Pumpernickel is about, masquerading as a gentleman.
[Sylvester notices Daffy in disguise]
Sylvester: And who might you be, sirrah?
Daffy Duck: Mayhap, perchance, foppish that I am, *I* might be the Scarlet Pumpernickel?
Sylvester: You, the Scarlet Pumpernickel?
[Sylvester and the Chamberlain burst into hysterical laughter]
Sylvester: That's silly! That's ridiculous!
[Daffy raises his eyebrows at the audience, signaling that he is the Scarlet Pumpernickel]

Sylvester: First, I am happy, for I am to marry the fair Melissa. Then, I am furious, because I despise the Scarlet P-P-Pumpernickel.


Life with Feathers (1945)
Sylvester: Sufferin' succotash! Squab!

Lovebird: Come on, Mr. Cat. Eat me.
Sylvester: No! No! I'll die!
Lovebird: Please, Mr. Cat?
Sylvester: All right! I'll do it. I'd rather die than starve to death!
[Sylvester is about to eat the lovebird when a telegram arrives; lovebird reads ]
Lovebird: You don't have to eat me, Mr. Cat. I just got a telegram from Sweetypuss, and everything is going to be, oh, just dandy.
Sylvester: Oh, yeah? Well, I haven't changed my mind!

Sylvester: Scram, swallow! Go back to Capistrano!


A Mouse Divided (1953)
Sylvester: [trying to change the mouse's diaper] Hold still you little rodent!

Mrs. Sylvester: Sylvester, how could you? Even if he is a mouse he's ours.
Sylvester: Yours and mine?
[leaves and returns with an axe and chopping block]
Sylvester: You're a gambling woman. Which will you take, heads or tails?


Tweety's S.O.S. (1951)
Sylvester: [to Tweety] Hello, breakfast.

[Tweety discovers Sylvester leaning over the side of the ship]
Tweety: Oh, there you are. Did you lose something, putty?
[Sylvester is revealed to be seasick, as his face is completely green]
Tweety: Oh-ho-ho! That's a good trick! I wish I could turn green like that!
[Sylvester just stares at Tweety, hopelessly ill]
Tweety: Aw, you need something in your tummy, putty tat - a nice, fat, juicy piece of salt pork!
Sylvester: [Suddenly nauseous] Salt p-por...
[Sylvester runs madly for the first aid room]


A Bird in a Guilty Cage (1952)
Tweety: What are you gonna do, puddy tat?
Sylvester: What am I gonna do?
[to the audience]
Sylvester: How naive can ya get?
[to Tweety]
Sylvester: I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll play sandwich.
Tweety: Sandwich? Oh, doody, doody! How do you pway it?
Sylvester: Now, first, you step on this slice of bread. Then I cover you with the other slice, like this.
Tweety: What do I do now, puddy? What do I do now?
Sylvester: Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! No peekin'!
[laughs evilly]
Tweety: What did you say, puddy? What did you say? I can't hear you!

Tweety: What are you gonna do, puddy tat?
Sylvester: What am I gonna do?
[to the audience]
Sylvester: How naive can ya get?
[to Tweety]
Sylvester: I'll tell you what we'll do. We'll play sandwich.
Tweety: Sandwich? Oh, doody, doody! How do you pway it?
Sylvester: Now, first, you step on this slice of bread. Then I cover you with the other slice, like this.
Tweety: What do I do now, puddy? What do I do now?
Sylvester: Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah! No peekin'!
[laughs evilly]
Tweety: What did you say, puddy? What did you say? I can't hear you!
[Sylvester chomps into the sandwich, but misses Tweety]
Tweety: Ooh! I don't wike dat game!


Kitty Kornered (1946)
Sylvester: Brother pussycats! We've been skidded out, scooted out, backed out and booted out! But tonight, we was scared out! It's unhospitabitatble, and furthermore, it's un-cat-stitutional!

Sylvester: Are we men, or are we mice?
Tiny Cat: I like cheese.
Sylvester: [as he smacks the tiny cat] Smack!
Sylvester: Aha! I think I've got it.
Tiny Cat: The cheese?
Sylvester: [as he smacks him] Smack!


Gift Wrapped (1952)
[first lines]
Narrator: 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.
Sylvester: You're just not whistling Dixie, brother!

Sylvester: A rubber mouse? Aw, why couldn't I get something practical, like a real mouse?


Bugs Bunny's 3rd Movie: 1001 Rabbit Tales (1982)
Sylvester, Jr.: Whoever heard of a cat eating porridge? Why can't we have a mouse like other pussycats?

Sylvester, Jr.: I don't like porridge! I want a mouse!
Sylvester: You'll eat your porridge and like it!
Sylvester, Jr.: I'll eat it. But I won't like it!


I Taw a Putty Tat (1948)
Sylvester: [Tweety dodges Sylvester as he tries to snatch him from the cage] Oh come on, stand still! How do you expect me to grab ya when ya jump around like a flea on a hot brick?
Tweety: [innocently] Oh, I'm supposed to stand still? OK, puddy tat, I stand still.
[Sylvester grabs Tweety and puts him in his mouth]


Red Riding Hoodwinked (1955)
Big Bad Wolf: G'bye miss... uh? ...Uh? What's that kid's name again?
Sylvester: [whispers] Red Riding Hood.
Big Bad Wolf: Yeah! G'bye... uh-Red Riding Hood?


Bugs Bunny's Thanksgiving Diet (1979) (TV)
Sylvester: [as he frantically runs to the mouse hole to try to retrieve the can opener] Gimme, gimme, gimme - gimme the can opener! Quick, gimme - gimme the can opener, quick! Quick, quick, let me have it! Gimme, gimme, gimme!
[the mouse throws the can opener into his hole, but Sylvester gasps then starts groping around helplessly for it]


Home, Tweet Home (1950)
[dressed as the nanny's charge]
Sylvester: Baby wants a pretty birdie!


Canned Feud (1951)
Sylvester: They forgot to put out the cat! Ha, ha, ha! The cat? *I'm* the cat!


Claws in the Lease (1963)
Sylvester: [singing inside the television] Pussy Kins Cat Food tastes real good. Satisfies cats like a cat food shuold. Hardens their muscles, softens their fur. Pussy Kins Cat Food makes them purr.
[the lady throws Sylvester out through the window, breaking it in the process, and he hits a tree with his head, the can of cat food then bounces off his head]
Sylvester: Are you getting more cat food lately, but enjoying it less?


Sandy Claws (1954)
Sylvester: Thsufferin Thuccotash! You didn't have to over do it!


Bah Humduck!: A Looney Tunes Christmas (2006) (V)
Sylvester the Cat: You see, I was just like you once: small-minded, selfish and seriously greedy. And if you don't change your ways, you'll end up just like yours truly.
Daffy Duck: Not a chance. I'd never be stupid enough to buy my employees a forklift.


Tweety and the Beanstalk (1957)
Sylvester: Boy, acres and acres of Tweety Bird and it's mine, all mine!


Mouse Mazurka (1949)
[last lines]
[the mouse that Sylvester has been chasing accidentally drinks nitroglycerine and blows up]
Narrator: Now you'll never catch that mouse.
Sylvester: That's what you think!
[Sylvester drinks some nitro, explodes and chases the mouse through the heavens]


Hippety Hopper (1949)
Bulldog: He's safe. Nobody hits a guy with glasses. Of course, I could be wrong.
[after Syvester was kicked out, the bulldog then walks inside the house]
Bulldog: Well, no use sending a boy on a mans job.
Mouse: Now, don't you start anything or I'll grow big and kick you out!
Bulldog: Oh yeah? Grow big then.
[the mouse then lead the bulldog to a door and Hippety Hopper hopped out]
Bulldog: That's a good trick mouse, but it won't save you. Well, go ahead, kick me out. I dares you.
[Hippety Hopper tried to kick out the bulldog but could not until the mouse secretly bit the bulldog's back left paw]
Bulldog: Yeow!
[from the bite of the mouse, Hippety Hopper then successfully kicked the bulldog out of the house. After being kicked out the first time, the bulldog then started to walk back in the house, after being embarrassed by the mouse]
Mouse: And if you come in again, I'll pin your ears back!
Bulldog: Anytime a mouse can pin my ears back, I'll take up ballet dancing!
Sylvester: [after Hippety Hopper kicked the bulldog out the second time, its ears were pinned back, as the mouse threatened] Well, I see your ears are pinned back.
Bulldog: Come on cat, we're taking ballet dancing.
[the bulldog & Sylvester start to practice their ballet dancing and leave backyard in fifeen seconds. Then closing credits' sign, "That's all Folks!" appears and a Merrie Melodies' sign appears, as the comical cartoon concludes]


Who Framed Roger Rabbit (1988)
[the Toons gather around Judge Doom's remains]
Mickey Mouse: Gosh, I wonder who he really was?
Bugs Bunny: I'll tell you one thing, Doc. He weren't no rabbit.
Daffy Duck: Or a duck.
Goofy: Or a dog.
Pinocchio: Or a little wooden boy.
Big Bad Wolf: Or a... sheep.
Woody Woodpecker: Or a woodpecker.
Sylvester: Or a pussy.


Catty Cornered (1953)
Sylvester: I slip-thht-bpp-thh-tht-td.


Mexican Boarders (1962)
Sylvester: [to himself] I'll-I'll get that mouse even if it takes forever! And it looks like it will.
Speedy Gonzales: [quietly after sneaking up behind Sylvester] Cinco, Quatro, Tres, Dos, Una
Speedy Gonzales: YEEHAW!


Tweety's Circus (1955)
Sylvester: [reading sign] "Lion, King of the Cats"... King of the Cats, eh? Well, you're not MY king!
Lion: [roars]
Sylvester: So you wanna be King, eh? Well, King, I'm crowning ya!


Here Today, Gone Tamale (1959)
Sylvester: [after a guillotine he set up for Speedy shaves his fur off his back] I forgot all about that silly thing!


Back Alley Oproar (1948)
Elmer Fudd: [has Sylvester at gunpoint] Now I've got you, and I'm gonna wub you out compwetwy.
Sylvester: Now just a minute, my fine feathered friend. Ain't you got no aesthetic sense? No ear for musical appreciation?
Elmer Fudd: No, and I'm gonna bwow you to smitheweens.
Sylvester: [singing] Go to sleep, go to sleep...
Elmer Fudd: [getting sleepy] Stop it.
Sylvester: ...shut your big, blood-shot eyes...
Elmer Fudd: Now you stop that.
[falls asleep]


Snow Business (1953)
Radio Reporter: The recent blizzard has snowbound the mountain areas. The state highway patrol reports that all roads to the mountains may be closed for six weeks.
Sylvester: Six weeks? I'll starve!
[goes to the kitchen and opens the fridge, finding nothing but bird seed]
Sylvester: Bird seed...?
Sylvester: [opens the cupboard, which has the same contents as the fridge] Seed?
Tweety: Hey, putty tat! I found lots of food!
[Sylvester runs excitedly to the pantry, only to discover that it is also stuffed with bird seed]
Tweety: We don't have to worry, putty. There's enough food for a long time.
Sylvester: I'm a cat! I've gotta have cat food!
Tweety: Aw, poor putty tat. We've got to find something for you to eat. Let's see, what do putty tats like to eat...
Sylvester: Well, let's see, there's liver, and there's fish, and there's, uh... there's, uh...
[stares menacingly at Tweety]
Tweety: And then there's what, putty? What else is there?
Sylvester: Never mind, never mind. I got it solved.
[runs to the kitchen]


Who's Kitten Who? (1952)
Sylvester: You're getting to be a big boy, son. And there comes a time where we must discuss some of the mysteries of life.
Sylvester Jr: Certainly, Father. What is it you wish to know?


Nuts and Volts (1964)
Sylvester: Oh, that stupid robot!


Crowing Pains (1947)
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.


Hop, Look and Listen (1948)
Sylvester: A king-sized mouse! A muscle-bound mastodon!


Tweet and Sour (1956)
Tweety: I tawt I taw a putty tat.
Sylvester: You're darn tootin', buster. You did see a pussy cat.