Bugs Bunny: [singing while playing guitar] Bugs Bunny came to Martinique / When he arrived he was pretty weak / His knees look like they would buckle in / His tribulations caused by a penguin / Now he's built a boat on which they both could leave / He hoped that fickle fate have nothing up her sleeve. American Bum: Say, pardon me but, could you help out a fellow American who's down on his luck? Bugs Bunny: [tossing him a coin] Hit da road! [singing] Bugs Bunny: If he should accomplish this daring thing / A miracle to Martinique Bugs did bring. American Bum: Pardon me, but uh ... Bugs Bunny: But could YOU help an American whose down on HIS luck? Here! [Gives him Penguin, then runs off hysterically] Bugs Bunny: Hoboken! Oooooh I'm dying again! Hobo: Penguins is practically chickens. Bugs Bunny: [On a railroad car with the penguin] Me and my big fat promises. [Penguin cries] Bugs Bunny: All right, all right! If there's one thing I can't stand is to see a penguin cry. Hobo: Me neither. Penguins is practically chickens. And I hates to see chickens cry so much, that I has to put them out of their misery. Bugs Bunny: Eh, pardon me, Mac, but, er, rabbits is bigger than penguins. Hobo: So they are, and I love rabbit stew! [Chases Bugs; Bugs trips him up and sends him flying out the car] Bugs Bunny: What the... It's a boid! A boid in a tuxedo! Bugs Bunny: And now, then, all we have to do is find out where you came from. [Looks up in a book] Bugs Bunny: Lets see now... Hey, what do you know? You're a penguin. And a penguin, it says here, comes from the South Pole. South Pole? Ooh, I'm dying! Bugs Bunny: [after getting the penguin on the Admiral Byrd] Ah, this New Orleans. I think I'll stick around for the Madri Grass. Man drinking mint julep in New Orleans: There goes the old Admiral Byrd, bound for Brooklyn. Bugs Bunny: Brooklyn? Hey, wait! Wait! Bugs Bunny: I leave you alone for a few minutes, and what happens? You end up on the menu.