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.
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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.
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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]
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[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.
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Bugs: Shush! Be very very quiet. We're hunting Elmers.
Daffy: Heheheheheh!
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Elmer Fudd: [pulls rifle trigger] Well, what do you know. No more bulwets.
Bugs: No more bulwets?
[to Daffy]
Bugs: Hey, Laughing Boy, no more bulwets!
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*!
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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.
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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.
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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*!
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Daffy: Survival of the fittest... and besides, it's fun.
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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!
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