Duck Amuck (1953)
Daffy Duck: All right, let's get this picture started.
[iris out to The End title card]
Daffy Duck: [pushing card aside] NO! NO!
Daffy Duck: [on an island in the distance] Hey, come here! Come here! Give me a close-up. A close-up!
[film frame contracts around Daffy]
Daffy Duck: This is a close-up?
Daffy Duck: [screaming] A close-up, you jerk! A close-up!
[camera zooms in to an extreme close-up of Daffy's bloodshot eyes]
Daffy Duck: Thanks for the sour persimmons, cousin.
Daffy Duck: [looking at poorly-drawn background] That's dandy! Ho-ho, that's rich, I'll say!
Daffy Duck: Now how about some color, stupid?
[artist draws Daffy in wild, polka-dot colors]
Daffy Duck: Hey!
[in a rage]
Daffy Duck: Mmmm... Not me, you slop artist!
Daffy Duck: [after his parachute is turned into an anvil and he crashes to the ground, he is beating on the anvil with a hammer and babbling a passage from The Village Smithy by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow] "Under a spreading chestnut-tree, The village smithy stands; The smith, a mighta-ty man is he, With strong and sinewy..."
[while he is doing this, the anvil is erased and is replaced with an explosive shell pointing straight up. After a few more hits, the bomb explodes]
Daffy Duck: ...H-Hands...
[shakes himself off]
Daffy Duck: All right. Enough is enough. This is the final, the - the very, very last straw! Who's responsible for this? This... I demand that you show yourself! Who are you? Huh?
[as he's venting, a doorway with an open door is drawn around him, then the door is pushed closed by the eraser]
[the unseen tormentor is revealed as Bugs Bunny]
Bugs Bunny: Ain't I a stinker?
Daffy Duck: [artist has re-drawn him as a weird flower-like creature, with a three-sided flag of a screw & a ball, titling Daffy as a SCREWBALL] That's strange. All of a sudden I don't quite feel like myself. Oh, I feel all right, and yet I... I uh...
[sees his figure in a mirror]
Daffy Duck: EEEEEK! YOU KNOW BETTER THAN THAT!
[projector sticks between frames]
Daffy Duck: Now what?
Daffy Duck: What are you doing down there?
Daffy Duck: Down here? What are you doing up there?
[pointing upward, sarcastically]
Daffy Duck: *Down* here.
Daffy Duck: I'll tell you what. You go your way, and I'll go mine. Live and let live. Right? Right. Ladies and gentlemen, there will be no further delays, so I shall attempt to entertain you in my own iniminiminitable fashion.
Daffy Duck: [after the island paradise disappears] Buster, it may come as a complete surprise to you to find that this is an animated cartoon, and that in animated cartoons they have scenery, and in all the years I've...
[as he's venting, he is slowly being erased from feet up and is silenced when his face is erased]
Daffy Duck: All right wise guy, where am I?
Daffy Duck: [in a rage] ... And I've never be so humiliated in all my life!
Daffy Duck: [to a duplicate Daffy Duck] Listen, bud, if you wasn't me, I'd smack you right in the puss.
Daffy Duck: Don't let that bother you, Jack.
Daffy Duck: Okay, buddy, you asked for it.
Daffy Duck: [sings] Daffy Duck he had a farm, E... I... E... I... O.
Daffy Duck: And on this farm he had an *igloo*, ee... ayyy... ee... ayyy... dohhh?
Daffy Duck: [is redrawn as a sailor] Hmm. Sea picture, eh? I always wanted to do a sea epic. Now, Mr. Rembrandt, if you'll kindly oblige with a little appropriate scenery.
[the animator paints a seascape, but no boat for Daffy to stand on]
Daffy Duck: [singing] Over the sea, let's go, men. We're shovin' right off, we're shovin' right off... again?
[falls into the sea]
Daffy Duck: Would it be too much to ask if we could make up our minds, hmmmm?
Daffy Duck: Stand back, musketeers, they shall sample my blade! Touché!
[suddenly realizes that there is absolutely nothing behind him]
Daffy Duck: Musketeers? Hm? En garde, eh? My blade? Hey, psst. Whoever's in charge here! The scenery! Where's the scenery?