Category: petunia pig

Conversation

Porky: A-a-anyway.
Petunia: Hm, what?
Porky: Oh j-j-j-just anyway. It’s a c-c-c-c-conversation starter.
Petunia: Hm, catchy.
Porky: I n-n-knew you’d like it, I’ve been working on it all day.

Conversation

Petunia: What were you saying?
Porky: C-c-can we move the f-f-flowers?
Petunia: Before that.
Porky: Th-th-this meatloaf is d-d-d-dry.
Petunia: Before that.
Porky: Th-th-this is *meatloaf*?
Petunia: Before that.
Porky: Th-th-this fish is dry.

Conversation

Petunia: Your uncle and I would like to spend some alone time together.
Cicero: Oh… all right.
Porky: Y-y-you want me to tuck you in?
Cicero: I’m too old to get tucked in, you…you butt-face!

Conversation

Speedy: Petunia, theenk about it. Where are you gonna find a guy who loves you as much as Peenky? And Peenky, where are you gonna find a gorl… period?

Regular

Daffy: [to Porky, about Petunia] She’s not mad at you.  She likes you.  She’s not sure if she likes you likes you, but she likes you.  When she first liked you, she liked you liked you…unlethth she just thought she liked you when she really just liked you.  But she likes you.
Porky: I n-n-n-knew it…I’m a d-d-d-dead pig.

Regular

Granny (to Lola, Penelope and Petunia): Let me tell you girls the three most important things I’ve learned about life.  Number one, hold fast to your friends.  Number two, there’s no such thing as security.  Number three, don’t go see Ishtar.  Woof! [makes face]

Regular

Granny: [Singing to the tune of “Thanks for the Memory”] “Thanks for the Medicare / For Blue Cross and Blue Shield / For a hip that finally healed / Remember, on prescriptions, generic is a steal / We thank you so much!” Okay, what did you think? Now don’t hold back, I can take the criticism.
Lola: Depressing.
Petunia: Awful.
Penelope: Stinky.
Granny: [Unplugging her boombox and storming out] Go away, all of ya!

Conversation

Petunia: Merry Christmas, Penelope. Merry Christmas, Lola.
Penelope: Merry Christmas Petunia, Merry Christmas Lola.
Lola: Merry Christmas Penelope–
Granny: What the heck is this, The Waltons?

Conversation

Petunia: Cicero, we have to keep your uncle calm — so no shenanigans.
Cicero: Oh, Petunia, I haven’t shenaniganned in six years. I’ve hooliganned, I’ve no-good-nicked, I’ve ne’er-do-welled. Just yesterday I found myself rabble-rousing.
Porky: W-w-will you sh-sh-sh-shut up!

Regular

[Porky and Petunia kiss at the end of the cartoon]
Daffy: They married and had a healthy eight-and-a-half-pound pork roast.