- [last lines]
- Mayor: We are gathered here today to pay homage to this magnificent cat... who fought his natural instincts to save this little bird. Yes - and now, gentlemen, you may take your pictures of the cat kissing the little bird.
- [holds Tweety down to Sylvester]
- Mayor: Come on, cat. Kiss the little birdie.
- Tweety: [encouragingly] Come on, puddy tat. Kiss the wittle birdie!
- [Sylvester eats Tweety, the mayor slaps him on the head to push Tweety out, and he falls to the ground]
- Tweety: Ooh, he's a bad puddy tat!