A Fractured Leghorn

"Foghorn Leghorn: What's the big, I say, what's the big idea chasin' my worm? You're a cat, son. Cats don't eat worms. You're takin' the food right outta my mouth! [spins the cat around and trips him] I don't go around chasin' mice! Stand up, boy. You're trippin' over your own feet. Now, you stay away from worms and I'll stay away from mice. That's fair and square and if ya stop all your arguin' and jawin', you'd see my side of it! Yap, yap, yap, keep that mouth flappin' and do no listenin'. [The cat falls from the ladder.] [to the audience] There's nothin' worse than a blabbermouth cat."

"Foghorn Leghorn: Hey, son! Whatcha gonna do with that wheel?"

"Foghorn Leghorn: Gimme that! Who do ya think ya are, George Washington? [whacks the cat with the axe's rear] Huh! No cherry trees around here."

"Foghorn Leghorn: What're you d... I say, what're you doin' with a pump, pumpin' for oil? You're crazy boy! There's no oil in this ground! [knocks the cat down] Stand up, son. You're fallin' all over yourself. There's no oil five-hundred miles o' here! Geology, the ground's all wrong! Even if there was oil, you'd need a drill, not a tire pump! [the cat steps on a rake and gets knocked down] Oh, you're down again. You gotta learn to stand on your own feet, boy. I may not always be around to help ya. [to the audience] Boy's got a mouth like a cannon, always shootin' it off."

"Foghorn Leghorn: What kept, I say, what kept ya, son? I can't hold my breath forever! I'm not a fish! I've gotta breathe air! My lungs crave air! You gotta think of things like that, boy. [gurgles in the water] ...no consideration for me! [The cat falls on his back again.] Eh, you're down again. I don't wanna be hoggish about this, so I'll tell ya what. Let's divide the worm."