[Elmer Fudd shoots Daffy and makes his face go upside-down]
Daffy:
Whatha-matter? Everythingth upside-down. That'th strange. Can't make headth or tailth outa anything.
Bugs:
[pulls out 1000 Ways to Cook A Duck book] Filet of Duck Bordelaise Maitre d'Butter. Yum-yum.
Bugs:
Duck Polonaise Under Glass. Mmm-mm.
[Daffy pulls out 1000 Ways to Cook a Rabbit book]
Daffy:
Rabbit au Gratin de Gelatin under tooled leather. Oh, drool-drool.
Bugs:
Barbecued Duck Meat with Broiled Duck Bill Milanese. Yummy-yum.
Daffy:
Chicken Fried Rabbit with Cottontail Sauce braised in carrots. Mm-mmm.
Bugs:
Fer shame, doc. Huntin' wabbits wit an elephant gun.
Elmer Fudd:
Ewephant gun?
Bugs:
Yeah, so why don't ya shoot yourself an elephant?
Elephant:
You do and I'll give you SUCH a pinch.
[Whacks Elmer into ground]
Bugs:
Say, Doc. Are you trying to get in trouble with the law? This ain't rabbit hunting season.
Elmer Fudd:
It's not?
Bugs:
No, it's duck hunting season.
Daffy:
That, sir, is an unmitigated fabrication. It's rabbit season.
Bugs:
Duck Season.
Daffy:
Rabbit Season.
Bugs:
Duck Season.
Daffy:
Rabbit Season.
Bugs:
Duck Season.
Daffy:
Rabbit Season.
Bugs:
Rabbit Season.
Daffy:
Duck Season.
Bugs:
Rabbit Season.
Daffy:
I say it's *duck* season... and I say *fire*!
Bugs:
Shush! Be very very quiet. We're hunting Elmers.
Daffy:
Heheheheheh!
Daffy:
[disguised as Bugs] Eh, what's up, Doc? Having any luck with those ducks? It's duck season, you know.
Bugs:
[disguised as Daffy] Just a darn minute. Where do you get that duck season stuff?
Daffy:
Says so right over there on that sign, if you're so smart.
[the sign reads "rabbit season"]
Daffy:
You know what to do with that gun, Doc.
[Elmer shoots Daffy]
Daffy:
[to Bugs] You're despicable.
Elmer Fudd:
I'm sowwy, guys, but I'm a vegetawian. I hunt onwy for the sport of it. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
Bugs:
Oh, yeh! Well, der's udder sports besides huntin', ya know!
Daffy:
Anyone for tennis?
[Elmer shoots Daffy]
Daffy:
Nice game!
Elmer Fudd:
[pulls rifle trigger] Well, what do you know. No more bulwets.
Bugs:
No more bulwets?
[to Daffy]
Bugs:
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Hey, Laughing Boy, no more bulwets!
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Daffy:
No more bulwets?
[snatches shotgun]
Daffy:
Here, let me see that thing.
[looks into shaft]
Daffy:
Hmm.
[bang!]
Elmer Fudd:
Well, what do you know? One bulwet left!
Bugs:
One bulwet left?
[to Daffy]
Bugs:
Hey, Laughing Boy, there was...
Daffy:
I know, I *know*!
Daffy:
Survival of the fittest... and besides, it's fun.
Bugs:
[as a lady hunter] Oh, how simply dreadful. You poor little man. Did I hurt you with my naughty gun?
Elmer Fudd:
Aw, shucks. Well, I... He-he-he-he!
[Daffy, as a hunting dog, bites Elmer in the leg]
Elmer Fudd:
Yeow!
Bugs:
Gypsy, you naughty bow-wow. Stop that.
Daffy:
Yes, you're despicable, and... and picable... and... and you're definitely, definitely despicable. How a person can get so despicable in one lifetime is beyond me. It isn't as though I haven't met a lot of people. Goodness knows it isn't that. It isn't just that... it isn't... it's... it's despicable.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
