- Foghorn Leghorn: Let me guess, dearie. You're looking for a husband.
- Miss Prissy: Yes!
- Foghorn Leghorn: Well, you're going about it the wrong way, sister. You don't bat 'em on the bean with a rolling pin. That comes later.
- Foghorn Leghorn: Now what's this all about?
- Miss Prissy: Well...
- Foghorn Leghorn: [clamps her mouth shut] I know, I say, I know just what you're gonna say. You're looking for a husband!
- [Miss Prissy hits Foghorn in the head with a rolling pin]
- Foghorn Leghorn: Now what, I say, what's the big idea bashing me on the noggin with a rolling pin? Clunk enough people and we'll have a nation of lump-heads.