A Fractured Leghorn (1950)
Foghorn Leghorn: What's the big... I say, what's the big idea chasin' my worm? You're a cat, son. Cat's don't eat worms. You're takin' the food right outta my mouth! I don't go around chasin' mice!
[knocks the cat down]
Foghorn Leghorn: Stand up boy, you're trippin' over your own feet. Now you stay away from worms and I'll stay away from mice. That's fair and square, and if you'd stop all your arguin' and jawin', you'd see my side of it!
[pushes the cat up a ladder]
Foghorn Leghorn: Yap-yap-yap, keep that mouth flappin' and do no listenin'.
[the cat falls off the ladder]
Foghorn Leghorn: There's nothin' worse than a blabber-mouth cat!
[the cat is trying to get the worm out of the ground with a tire pump]
Foghorn Leghorn: What're you d... I say, what're you doin' with a pump, pumpin' for oil? You're crazy boy! There's no oil in this ground!
[knocks the cat down]
Foghorn Leghorn: Stand up, son. You're fallin' all over yourself. There's no oil five-hundred miles o' here! Geology, the ground's all wrong! Even if there was oil, you'd need a drill not a tire pump!
[the cat steps on a rake and gets knocked down]
Foghorn Leghorn: Oh, you're down again. You gotta learn to stand on your own feet, boy. I may not always be around to help ya.
Foghorn Leghorn: Boy's got a mouth like a cannon, always shootin' it off.
Foghorn Leghorn: Uh-uh-uh, I know what you're gonna say, son. When two halves is gone, there's nothin' left. And you're right, it's a little ole worm, who wasn't there. Two nothin's is nothin'.
[shoves the cat]
Foghorn Leghorn: That's mathematics, son! You can argue with me, but you can't argue with figures!
[the cat's head is suddenly in a trash can]
Foghorn Leghorn: Two half nothin's is a whole nothin'! And I know what I'm talkin' about, because...
Cat: [finally fed up] AAAHH...
[clobbers Foghorn with the trash can]
[kicks dirt in Foghorn's face and walks off]
Foghorn Leghorn: Okay, I'll shut up. I'm not one that has to keep talkin'. Some fellas just have to keep their mouths flappin', but not me! I was brought up right, my pa used to tell me "shut up" and I'd shut up! I wouldn't say nothin'! One time, darn-near starved to death -
[cartoon begins to iris-out around him, Foghorn pulls it back open]
Foghorn Leghorn: Wouldn't tell him I was hungry!
[cartoon finally ends]
Foghorn Leghorn: Hey son, whatcha gonna do with that wheel?
Foghorn Leghorn: [the Cat lowers the worm on his fishing pole into the pond when suddenly Foghorn's hand grabs it and he climbs out of the pond] What kept, I say what kept you son?, I can't hold my breath forever, I'm not a fish I gotta breathe air, my lungs crave air, you've got to think of things like that boy
[the cat falls into a horse trough and Foghorn dunks his head in after him gargling unintelligiblely]
Foghorn Leghorn: no consideration for me
[knocks the cat to the ground]
Foghorn Leghorn: laying down again, I don't want to be hoggish about this so I'll tell you what, let's divide the worm
[sets the worm on a stump and hands the cat an axe who nods in agreement]