- 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]