Bugs: [sniffs] This sandwich does smell good…
Daffy: Did I tell you to sthmell my sthandwich?
Bugs: I can’t smell your sandwich?
Daffy: No! Half of the taste is in the sthmell! You’re sthucking up all the tathte units!
Bugs: Okay, I’ll give them back [exhales].
[Daffy has spelled out “pleh” in sticks at the rest stop to get rescued]
Porky: W-w-w-w-w-w-what’s that?
Daffy: It’s “help” sthpelled backward stho the helicopters in sthky’ll read it right.
[Bugs enters the house to find Daffy working with wood and the house filled with lumber.]
Bugs: Hey, hey, hey… so what happened – did a forest tick you off?
Daffy: You know how you’re always sthaying we need a plathe for the mail?
Daffy: Well, I dethcided to take it to the next sthtep.
Bugs: You’re building a post office?
[While playing Foosball]
Daffy: How cool it would be, If you could watch a life sthize version of this? How crazy would that be?
Bugs: As crazy as soccer?
Elmer: Pivot. Pivot! PIVAT! PIVAAAAT!
Yosemite Sam: SHUT UP, SHUT UP, SHUT UUUUP!
[Bugs and Daffy are decorating the Christmas tree]
Daffy: I remember my father dreththed in the red sthuit, the big black boots and the patent leather belt, sthneaking around downsthtairs. He didn’t want anybody sthee him, but he’d be drunk, stho he’d sthtumble, crash into sthomething, and wake everybody up.
Bugs: Well, that doesn’t sound like a very merry Christmas.
Daffy: Who sthaid anything about Christmas?
[On the game show Pyramid, Porky gets the word “cream.”]
Porky: Y-y-you put this in your coffee.
Daffy: A sthpoon! Your hands! Your fathce!
Porky: It’s w-w-w-white.
Daffy: Paper! Sthnow! A ghost!
Porky: It’s h-h-heavier than m-m-m-milk.
Daffy: A rock! A dog! The earth!
Daffy: [speaking through the phone to the pens Company] Yes, hello! I have a question, uhm!… I used your pen to draw on my friend’s fathce. [something at the phone]…A beard and a muthtache. [Something at the phone again] oh! Thank you!…
Porky: I’m m-m-man enough to play this s-s-sport.
Daffy: You are not even man enough to get the channel that carries the sthport.
Daffy: There it is. Look at that…isn’t Mother Nature amazing?
Porky: Th-th-th-th-that’s a plane..
Daffy: Well…alright…stheventeen hundred bags of peanuts flying that high…that’s pretty amazing too.