Ralph Phillips: The thing I don't understand is why he wants the Road Runner in the first place.
Wile E. Coyote: A legitimate question, young man, deserving a legitimate answer.
[he shows a picture of the Road Runner during this whole scene as he says:]
Wile E. Coyote: Now then, I can easily understand why it should puzzle you that a person of my intelligence, I.Q. 207 super genius, should devote his valuable time chasing this ridiculous road runner, this bird that appears to be so skinny, scrawny, stringy, unappetizing, anemic, ugly and misbegotten. Ah, but how little you know about road runners. Actually, the road runner is to the taste buds of a coyote, what caviar, champagne, filet mignon and chocolate fudge are to the taste buds of a man.
Ralph Phillips: Sometimes I feel very sorry for the coyote. Sometimes I wished he'd catch him.
Ralph's friend: If he'd caught him, there wouldn't be any more Road Runner. You wouldn't like that, would you?
Ralph Phillips: No?
Ralph's friend: I thought you wouldn't.