Sir O of K: Surrender, varlet. Thou art the prisoner of me lance.
Bugs Bunny: I art? And whomsoever art thou, in thy cast-iron tuxedo?
Sir O of K: I, knave, am Sir O of K, Earl of Watercress, Sir Osis of the Liver, Knight of the Garter, and Baron of Wooster-cester-shister-shyster-schuster-shuster-shister-shire... shire.
Bugs Bunny: My, he's a big one! Hey, look, pressure cooker. I bet you know a lot of my friends. Ooh! Like, uh, Duke of Ellington, Count of Basie, Earl of Hines, Cab of Calloway, Satchmo of Armstrong.
Sir O of K: Upstarts and rogues. Never heard of them.
Bugs Bunny: Rogues, eh? Upstarts, eh? Look, Sir Rup of Figs, don't go around insulting my friends, or I shall get me a can opener and open thee up like a can of solid pack tomatoes.
Sir O of K: What? Wouldst tilt with me?
Bugs Bunny: Tilt with thee I will, and I won't wilt. Just lend me a weapon, that's all. That's all.
Sir O of K: Very well, thou stupid scoundrel. Prepare to meet thy fate.
