Anyway, like I was sayin’, canary is the fruit of the sthky. You can barbecue it, boil it, broil it, bake it, sthaute it. There’s uh, canary-kabobs, canary creole, canary gumbo. Pan fried, deep fried, sthtir-fried. There’s pineapple canary, lemon canary, coconut canary, pepper canary, canary sthoup, canary sthtew, canary sthalad, canary and potatoes, canary burger, canary sthandwich. That-that’s about it.
I was having this awful nightmare that I was teventy-teven. And then I woke up and I was only thwee and a half. To welieved. And then I woke up for weal, and I was teventy-teven.
[Surveying a suspect’s house]
Tweety: I tawt I heard tomething intide. Wisten.
Sylvester: You thought you heard, or you did hear?
Will you top being evil over my shoulder?
I don’t t’ink I talk diffewently than anyone else does. Maybe tometimes I don’t not tay t’ings that other people don’t not tay, but most other people don’t not tay the tame t’ings I don’t. You know what I’m taying?
Sylvester: [holding a knife and fork at Tweety] If you really are what you eat, I should become you by morning.
[Tweety and Granny are talking about a suspect.]
Granny: Wounded and cunning. Dangerous combination.
[Sylvester, using a cane, walks over.]
Sylvester: Talking about me?
After all these years, do you not inthstinctively fear me? Maybe you should write yourthself a note.
Tweety: Wook at you, Gwanny. With a tell phone.
Granny: I’m very hip.
Tweety: I guett to.
Granny: I just can’t read the buttons.
Sylvester: You sure you want to get Granny’s cuckoo clock back? That thing nearly put my eye out.
Tweety: Well, you shouldn’t have stood so cwose. You knew what time it was.