|Your dirty double-crossing scheme didn't work
|That is disgusting
|Oh, father, what are we, cannibals - Yeah, heh heh heh
|But you said - Never mind what I said
|Sufferin' succotash, I've created a kindergarten Frankenstein
|No one was hurt he says... sheesh!
|This time son, we leave nothing to chance
|This is the most diabolical bird catcher ever invented
|I should say not
|And that, my boy, is the way to catch a bird. S-s-simple, isn't it
|Ooh, I just can't bear to watch
|I'll blast that bird this time
|Ooh, how can I face my friends
|What's all the fuss about, son
|Wouldn't you settle for a hamburger, father
|My father, shooting at helpless old ladies
|We're not huntin' inhumans, we're hunting birds
|Father, you're just not human. Of course I'm not human, I'm a cat
|Oh father, I do wish you'd give up this inhuman hunt
|She's about as helpless as a porcupine in a nudist colony
|Some sport, shooting at a bird with a cannon
|Okay, bub. You asked for it. -WHAP- Ooooooohhhhhh!
|Aah, waddya lookin' for, a fat lip
|Granny, schmanny, your my Christmas present, and I'm-a wrappin' ya up, kid
|Sufferin' succotash, what a present
|Slurp - mmm, shishkebab
|I hope I pounded that into your head
|Holy mackerel! I forgot to put brakes on this silly thing
|Stop it, ya knucklehead
|Where there's cheeses, there's bound to be mouses
|All right you little bitty pipsqueek about so long, about so long, about so, so, well, so long!
|The mouse - the mouse! Monster! It's huge! It's giant! King size mouse! It jumps around, snarling!
|What am I scared of, cats aren't afraid of mice, and I'm a cat
|Well, I suppose he's gotta find out the hard way
|Then I'm left holding the bag
|J-j-just being a pussycat is a constant hazard
|No use hiding, bird, I know you're around here somewheres
|Open up, open up I say - open this door, or I'll knock it down
|Fly! Fly Faster! Fly harder! Fly! FLYYYYYYYYY!!!
|He's a killer! Help! Save me! AHH! AHH! AHH! Save me! He's a killer! HAALLP!
|Hah! I gotcha!
|And just to make sure you don't get out and that goon don't get in, I'm locking the door and tossing the key out the window
|And now for that tweety sandwich I've been dreaming of
|I can't stand a sore loser
|And now for a little seasoning - there's cloves, tabasco sauce, mustard, what, no ketchup
|What, no ketchup
|Help! Open the door! Help! I'm locked in with a killer! AHH! Help! Help! AHH! AHH! AHH! HAAALP!
|Help! Save me! AHH! AHH! AHH! Save me! He's a killer! HAALP!
|Sylvester being searched for da boid
|Ya dirty guys
|I'm weak! I gotta have a bird!