Don'cha, I say, don'cha wanna look at your cards first, son? Boy's as sharp as a bowling ball.
You gotta - I say, you gotta keep on your toes. Toes, that is.
What's the big... I say, what's the big idea chasin' my worm? You're a cat, son. Cat's don't eat worms. You're takin' the food right outta my mouth! I don't go around chasin' mice!
Yap-yap-yap, keep that mouth flappin' and do no listenin'.
Boy's got a mouth like a cannon, always shootin' it off.
This is a dog, not a chicken. Chicken's don't look like dogs. Who told you this was a chicken, son? Nice boy, but doesn't listen to a thing you say. You got a bum steer, son. I'm a chicken, not a schnook. You're wrong, son.
Nice girl, but about as sharp as a sack of wet mice.
As senior rooster 'round here, it's my duty-and my pleasure-to instruct junior roosters in the ancient art of roostery! Uh, any of this getting through that little blue bonnet of yours?
I'm going with Road Runner and Coyote. Predictable yes, but what the hey. Been tuning into the marathon myself when time allows. Oooops, hot dogs are done, guess I'll munch in front of the TV again. Glad Cartoon network is actually running some cartons for a change.
My all time favorite character is the fat 'white trash' person sporting any Looney Tunes apparel, most often a raggedy Taz t-shirt accompanied by a mullet Or the tweety bird tattoo