Bugs: Now, where do you suppose I'm at? "Rue dee la Payx." Mmm. "Eye-full Tower." "Champs Elly-eye-see-ay" Hey, I must be in Paris! Well, parlee-voose Fransaiss and ooh la la. I'm just gonna stroll down zee boulevard and look over the mon-sewers and the mademoysels.

François: Nom de plume! A rabbit! Just what I must have for ze dinner menu!

Louie: Nuit de nöel! A rabbit! Just what I must have for the dinner menu! Vive a la carte!

Bugs: Oh. Uh-huh? Okay. Of course, if you want something really good, you can’t beat a good old Louisiana Back-bay Bayou Bunny Bordelaise, à la Antoine.

François: À la Antoine? You mean ZE Antoine? Of New Orleans?

Bugs: I don’t mean Antoine of Flatbush.

Bugs: Foist, immerse the rabbit thoroughly in wine. Then, pickle.

François: Already I am ze—hiccup—pickled...

Bugs: Shake well... Then stuff with hot sauce, chili peppers, bay leaf, bay rum, hot mustard, horseradish, mule radish, and a dash o’ tabasca sauce.

Louie: Monsieur François! WHA HAPPEN?