Pepé le Pew
[after the rival cat, who's wearing a clothespin on his nose and holding his breath, slaps Pepe
Uh-oh, I know. The jealous lover. Monsieur, I salute you. You wish to risk your life in a duel over this fair one. An affair of honor. I can see it now: Two grim figures, the cold light of dawn, a misty meadow. We select our weapons- pistols, perhaps. Back to back we stand, ramrod straight, we are very brave, monsieur. Un, deux, trois, quatre, five, sies, set, wit, neuf, ten. We turn, I fire. BANG!.....