Ala Bahma: Eh, do you like blacksberries pie?

Bugs: No, no... Eh, did you say blackberry pie? Yum, yummy.

Ala Bahma: Well, HAVE SOME! (Hits Bugs with pie.)

Ala Bahma: And now from the empty hat I will prestigajagoo... eh, proostiget... prestatakkiteh—eh—uh, uh, pull a live rrrabbit, yes. Heh heh heh heh heh heh. Rrrootah, Vootah, Zoot! And observe, a rrrrabbit! (Pulls out a carrot.) Yes.

Ala Bahma: Go away, please, you dumb rrrabbits bunny. You are for to ruining my act.

Bugs: Wrong, doc. I'm gonna help you! Let's see now, uh. You was trying to prestigoojagate... prestadajigoo... eh, proo—presta... eh, pull a rabbit outta da hat. Regardez! (Leaps up high and dives into hat. Lifts hand out of hat and waves it.) Rrrootah, Vootah, Zoot! (Pulls self out of hat by ears and bows.)

Ala Bahma: Oh! Ah! I've got him!

Bugs: On the contrary! I've got you!

Bugs: Oh! Agony! Ooooooooo! Agony-agony-agony! Ooo! Oh! Oooo! Ooo! Oh! Oh!

Ala Bahma: Does it hurt very much, sonny boy?

Bugs: One-two-three-four-five-six-seven-eight-nine-ten—RED-LIGHT! One-two-three-four-five-six-seven—RED-LIGHT! One-two-three-four-five—RED-LIGHT! One—RED-LIGHT!

Bugs: En garde! Touchée! Cafe au lait! Champs-Élysées! Pompeii! Au revoir! Zoot suit!

Bugs: Whatta performance, D’Artagnan! Whatta performance! Ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

Bugs: If I dood it, I det a whippin’. I dood it! (Hits Bahma with pie.)