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Daffy Duck:
[after the manager falls down an almost endless flight of stairs] I guess I showed that overstuffed turnip.
Broken Arms Hotel Manager:
[Appears wearing bandages] WHAT?
Daffy Duck:
Yipe.
Porky Pig:
M-m-me too. Yipe.
[first lines]
Porky Pig:
[reading from his bill] "B-B-Broken Arms. B-bill. Room, uh, six-sixty-five dollars. Bath. Te-te-ten dollars and fifty cents. T-t-total: a hundred-and-fifty-two-dollars and fifty cents."
Broken Arms Hotel Manager:
You will, of course, pay the bill now before you leave, no?
Porky Pig:
N-no - I mean, yes! M-my partner, Daffy Duck, will be r-right back. He's out c-c-c-cashing a check.
[Cut to Daffy playing dice with elevator operator]
Daffy Duck:
Come on, seven! Be good to Daffy! Don't fail me now!
Elevator Gambler:
Oh-oh! Snake eyes. Too bad! You is a dead duck, duck.
Porky Pig:
D-don't worry, D-Daffy will be here in a minute with the d-d-dou-d-d-money.
Broken Arms Hotel Manager:
Well, I hope so.
Daffy Duck:
[Bursts into the room and shoves himself into manager's face] Insulting my integrity, eh, Fatso? Insinuating I'd flee this flea-bitten dump, eh, Fatso? Intimating I'd abscond with your financial remunerations, eh, Fatso?
[By now, Daffy has gone so far into the manager's face that it has been pushed into itself]
Daffy Duck:
Hey, look! A Dick Tracy character: Pruneface.
Broken Arms Hotel Manager:
You have insult me! We meet on the field of honor!
[Slaps Daffy with a glove, then hands him a card]
Broken Arms Hotel Manager:
My card.
Daffy Duck:
[Punches holes in card] You've had your coffee ration for this week, Robespierre.
[Hands him the card, now a paper doll chain]
Daffy Duck:
You have insult me! We meet on the field of onion!
[Hits manager with glove with horseshoe inside]
Daffy Duck:
My card, you cad.
[Pastes a piece of fly paper on manager's face]
Daffy Duck:
One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four to... Geronimo!
[last lines]
[Daffy and Porky are chained up in their room]
Daffy Duck:
I can't stand it. I can't stand it! It's getting me! I'm going stir crazy! Bastille batty! Cooler cuckoo! Look at my prison pallor. I'm as black as a sheet.
Porky Pig:
Gosh, if B-Bugs Bunny was only here.
Daffy Duck:
Yeah! Bugs Bunny, my hero. He can get out of any spot.
Porky Pig:
I saw him in a L-L-Leon Schlesinger cartoon once.
Daffy Duck:
The hunter had him covered...
Porky Pig:
And he g-g-grabbed the gun...
Daffy Duck:
And bang! The hunter fell. What a guy. Nothing can hold him. He'll get us out of here.
[Daffy picks up the phone]
Daffy Duck:
Hello, Central? Give me Bugs Bunny. Hello, Bugs. This is Daffy.
Bugs Bunny:
[on phone] Eh, what's up, duck?
Daffy Duck:
That palooka manager has got us locked up in the Broken Arms Hotel. We thought you could help us get out.
Bugs Bunny:
Eh, did you try the elevator?
Daffy Duck:
Yes.
Bugs Bunny:
Throw him down the stairs?
Daffy Duck:
Yes.
Bugs Bunny:
Use the sheets?
Daffy Duck:
Yes.
Bugs Bunny:
Swing across on the ropes?
Daffy Duck:
Yes. We tried all those ways.
[The door to the next room opens; Bugs is inside on the phone, chained to a ball as well]
Bugs Bunny:
Ah, don't work, do they?
Daffy Duck:
Okay. We'll pay. We'll pay! Lemme see now, how much was it, how much?
[the manager pulls out the bill and reads it. We just hear babbling, but the total reads $62]
Daffy Duck:
Sold to an American!
[Daffy bashes the manager on the head with a mallet and runs off]
[first title card]
Title Card:
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