- 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]