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.
Henery Hawk: Ah, I ain't so little.
Grandpa Hawk: I've told you Henery, why you're too little to hunt chickens with me.
Henery Hawk: You mean on account of what you was telling me that chickens are great, big monsters?
Grandpa Hawk: Yep.
Henery Hawk: They got big, sharp teeth and they live in caves?
Grandpa Hawk: That's right.
Henery Hawk: And they fight like demons?
Grandpa Hawk: Right.
Henery Hawk: Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go get some.
Grandpa Hawk: You'll probably hate me for what I'm gonna do, but after all, I am a chicken hawk.
[after Foghorn beats up on Grandpa Hawk]
Henery Hawk: Hey, was that a chicken, Pop?
Grandpa Hawk: A chicken? Of course not. Do you think I'd let a chicken do that to me? That's just a loud-mouthed schook.
Henery Hawk: A schnook? Well, I'm not after schnooks, I'm after a chicken.
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.