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Daffy Duck:
[singing] From the shores of Montezuma, to the shores of Tripoli / Hear those bells of freedom ringing - Oh, no, It's just the phone for me.
Daffy Duck:
[Answers telephone] Hello? Yes, this is Daffy Duck. You say you have a letter for me from the President? You'll bring it right over? Oh, you're the little man from the draft board. Gee, thanks.
Daffy Duck:
[Resumes singing] Oh, the little man from the draft board is coming to see me. Oh, the... d-d-d-d-d - The man from the draft board? Oh ho-ho! Yipe!
Daffy Duck:
I guess he's gone now.
The Little Man from the Draft Board:
Well, now, I wouldn't say that.
The Little Man from the Draft Board:
Good heavens. That was quite an explosion. Are you hurt, son?
Daffy Duck:
Oh, I'm a little shaken up, but you should've seen what happened to that dope from the draft board. He was blown to smithereens, see? Smithereens!
The Little Man from the Draft Board:
Well, now, I...
Daffy Duck:
No! No! You wouldn't say that! It's you! It's you!
Daffy Duck:
So long, Dracula! Hoo-hoo, hoo! You dope!
Daffy Duck:
[Has blown himself to Hell] Say, what's cooking? Where am I? Say, this place looks like... Hey, it is... I am in...! Oh well. Anyway, I sure put it over on that dope from the draft board.
The Little Man from the Draft Board:
Well, now, I wouldn't say that.
Daffy Duck:
No! No! No! Don't! Don't say...
[Runs away while the little man follows him]复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
