Bugs: Hey-what's-all-the-excitement? Eh, uh, what's up doc? Robbers? Call to arms? Posse? Ya huntin' for somethin'?

Charles M. Wolf: Hunting? Oh, yeah! Yeah, yeah! Hunting! Hunting! That's right! I-I'm out to shoot a, uh—

Bugs: Shoot? Shoot what? What? Whaddya gonna shoot?

Charles M. Wolf: Eh...

Bugs: Come on. Tell me! What? What? Whaddya gonna shoot? Shoot what? What? What is it? What? (etc.)

Charles M. Wolf: Squirrel...? Possum...? Uh-unh, no... Chipmunk? No...

Bugs: A rabbit?

Charles M. Wolf: Yeah! Yeah, that's it!

Bugs: There must be something wrong with this gun. You're too good a shot to miss at such close range. Some guns are faulty, you know. We better test it. (Throws can in air, follows with gun as it falls. Shoots wolf in face.) Nuttin' wrong with this gun. Myehh, must be you.

Bugs: (Standing still as wolf runs around tree.) Hey! Doc! What! Are! You! Chasin'! Around! Da! Tree?!

Charles M. Wolf: Now, now, uh... Heh. What was it I was chasin' around the tree? It was a... Uh, uh... Woodchuck? No... Porcupine?

Bugs: A rabbit?

Charles M. Wolf: Yeah! Yeah, yeah! That's it! A rabb—! (Is tripped by Bugs and falls flat on face.)

Bugs: Stop breathing on my fur! Now what is it you want?

Charles M. Wolf: What do I WANT?! Why I want a... a... I want, uh... hngh... yuuh...

Bugs: Oh come ON now, you must have come up here lookin' for SOMEthing.

Charles M. Wolf: Yeah! Yeah, yeah! That's it! Uh, LOOKin' for somethin'! Yeah, now. Now, what was I lookin' for? Eh... Uh, chipmunk...? Uh, squirrel...? Uh, possum...? Mm...

Bugs: Lemme know when you find out.

Charles M. Wolf: Uh, zebra? No, no, no. Orangutan? Uh, nuh-unh. Uh, hippopotamus? (Laughs to himself.) No, n-not a hippopotamus...