Bugs Bunny: It's no use, I just can't sleep. My delicate inner sense of danger tells me there's something fatally foreboding in the atmosphere. Elmer Fudd was a pale stereotype of his former self. Even paler than the original, if that's possible. And Sam wasn't Sam but an unreasonable facsimile thereof, a not so incredible insinuation. And that duck, sure, it looked like a duck and quacked like a duck.
[the carrot Bugs Bunny accepted from Daffy rolls off a desk onto his floor, cracks open like an egg and out comes an alien rabbit]
Bugs Bunny: [after feeling three light taps on a shoulder] Yeeesss?
Pale Stereotype of Bugs: [brandishing an axe] Eh, what's up doc?
[Bugs then runs away, screaming, then stops long enough to speak to the audience]
Bugs Bunny: You know something, folks? This is the scariest part of the picture.
[resumes running and screaming, the Looney Tunes closing begins, but Bugs Bunny stops it, lifting the film back up]
Bugs Bunny: Wait, hold it! You don't think I would let it end that way, do you?
