To Duck... or Not to Duck (1943)
Laramore: There's something awfully screwy about this fight, or my name isn't Laramore... and it isn't!
Daffy Duck: Sportsman? Listen, sport! You don't know the meaning of fair play! What chance has a poor helpless fluffy little winged creature like me against you?
[taking away each item from Elmer as he mentions it]
Daffy Duck: You, with your bullets, and your shotgun, and your knife, and your duck call, and your hunting coat, and your hunting dog, and all kinds of stuff like that there! What protection have I got? A bulletproof vest, I suppose!
[parts his feathers to reveal just that]
Daffy Duck: Heh-heh. How did that get there?
Duck Referee: Now shake hands.
Daffy Duck: Which hand do ya take?
Elmer Fudd: Mmmm... uh, that one.
Daffy Duck: Wrong. Guess again.
Elmer Fudd: All wight, all wight, I'll take that over there.
Daffy Duck: [to camera] Ain't he a dope?
[back to Elmer]
Daffy Duck: You *sure* this is the one you want? YOU'RE RIGHT!
[hits Elmer with an enormous hammer]
Daffy Duck: That's the right one!
Duck Referee: And... here's round one comin' up!
[dings bell; Elmer immediately falls]
Duck Referee: 1, 3, 9, 10, YOU'RE OUT! The winner and new champion, Daffy Duck!