[
Elmer Fudd shoots Daffy and makes his face go upside-down]
Daffy:
Whatsa matter? Everything's upside-down. That's strange. Can't make heads or tails of things.
Bugs:
[
pulls out "1000 Ways to Cook A Duck"] Fillet of duck Bordelaise maitre d'butter. Yum-yum. Duck polonaise under glass. Mmm-mm.
Daffy:
[
pulls out "1000 Ways to Cook a Rabbit"] Rabbit au gratin de gelatin under tooled leather. Oh, drool, drool.
Bugs:
Barbecued duck meat with broiled duck bill Milanese. Yummy-yum.
Daffy:
Chicken-fried rabbit with cottontail sauce braised in carrots. Mm-mmm.
Bugs:
Fer shame, doc. Huntin' rabbits with an elephant gun.
Elmer Fudd:
Ewephant gun?
Bugs:
That's right, doc. So why don't ya go shoot yourself an elephant?
Elephant:
You do and I'll give you *such* a pinch.
[
the elephant whacks Elmer into the ground]
Bugs:
Say, doc, are you trying to get yourself in trouble with the law? This ain't wabbit huntin' season.
Elmer Fudd:
It's not?
Bugs:
No, it's duck huntin' season.
Daffy:
That, sir, is an in-mitigated frab-rication. It's wabbit season.
Bugs:
Duck season.
Daffy:
Wabbit season.
Bugs:
Duck season.
Daffy:
Wabbit season.
Bugs:
Duck season.
Daffy:
Wabbit season.
Bugs:
Wabbit season.
Daffy:
Duck season.
Bugs:
Wabbit season.
Daffy:
I say it's duck season. And I say fire!
[
last lines]
Bugs:
Shh! Be vewy, vewy quiet. We're hunting Elmers.
Daffy:
Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Daffy:
[
disguised as Bugs] Eh, what's up, doc? Having any luck on those ducks? It's duck season, you know.
Bugs:
[
disguised as Daffy] Just a darn minute. Where do you get that duck season stuff?
Daffy:
Says so right over there on that sign, if you're so smart.
[
the sign reads "rabbit season"]
Daffy:
You know what to do with that gun, doc.
[
Elmer shoots Daffy]
Daffy:
[
to Bugs] You're despicable.
Daffy:
Survival of the fittest... and besides, it's fun.
Daffy:
Yes, you're despicable, and... and... and picable! And... and you're very definitely despicable. How a person can get so... so despicable in one lifetime is beyond me. It isn't as though I... I haven't met a lot of people. Goodness knows it isn't that. It isn't that's... that. Goodness knows. It isn't... it's... it's... it's despicable.
Elmer Fudd:
[
pulls rifle trigger] Well, what do you know? No more buwwets.
Bugs:
No more buwwets?
Bugs:
[
to Daffy] Hey, Laughing Boy, no more buwwets!
Daffy:
No more buwwets? Here, let me see that thing.
[
Daffy looks into shaft]
Daffy:
Hmm.
[
the gun fires in Daffy's face]
Elmer Fudd:
Well, what do you know? One buwwet left!
Bugs:
One buwwet left? Hey, Laughing Boy, there was...
Daffy:
[
as his scalp, with a bullet lodged in it, flaps behind him] I know, I *know*!
Bugs:
[
as a lady hunter] Oh, how simply dreadful. You poor little man. Did I hurt you with my naughty gun?
Elmer Fudd:
Aw, shucks. Well, I... Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
[
Daffy, as a hunting dog, bites Elmer in the leg]
Elmer Fudd:
Yeow!
Bugs:
Gypsy, you naughty bow-wow. Stop that.
Elmer Fudd:
I'm sowwy, fewwas, but I'm a vegetawian. I just hunt for the sport of it. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
Bugs:
Oh, yeah? Well, there's other sport besides huntin', ya know!
Daffy:
Anyone for tennis?
[
Elmer shoots Daffy]
Daffy:
Nice game!
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