"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."

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

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

"[Dawg snarls at him] Now hold on boy. I come in peace. I wanna bury the hatchet. [Dawg covers his head with both paws] Not in your pointed head, boy."

"This boy is more mixed up than a feather in a whirlwind."

"You know, there might, I say, there just might be a market for bottled duck."

"Mel Blanc as Foghorn Leghorn / Barnyard Dawg / Fox / Small Rooster"

"I need, I say, I need a pointer, and that dog's got just the head for it, pointed, that is."

"[after the chick rang the bell for the very first time, the smaller chick makes signs, and quickly squawks to Barnyard Dawg of seeing a fox, but it is mis-understood] Oh, I get it. Come on, I'll take you. [breaking the fourth wall] Heh, heh, heh, heh. The little fellow wanted a drink of water."

"Are you coming quietly, or do I have to muss ya up?"

"Mel Blanc as Foghorn Leghorn / Henery Hawk / Barnyard Dawg / George K. Chickenhawk."

"[dragging the horse, the dog and Foghorn Leghorn out of the barn] One of these...I say one of these, has got to be a chicken!"

"I'm no chicken! [points at Foghorn] That's a chicken!"

"[after Barnyard Dog plays a prank on him] Every day it's the same thing!"

"Frank Gorshin as Foghorn Leghorn."

"Stan Freberg as Pete Puma."