- Bugs: Say, doc, are you trying to get yourself in trouble with the law? This ain't wabbit huntin' season.
- Elmer Fudd: It's not?
- Bugs: No, it's duck huntin' season.
- Daffy: That, sir, is an in-mitigated frab-rication. It's wabbit season.
- Bugs: Duck season.
- Daffy: Wabbit season.
- Bugs: Duck season.
- Daffy: Wabbit season.
- Bugs: Duck season.
- Daffy: Wabbit season.
- Bugs: Wabbit season.
- Daffy: Duck season.
- Bugs: Wabbit season.
- Daffy: I say it's duck season. And I say fire!
- Elmer Fudd: [pulls rifle trigger] Well, what do you know? No more buwwets.
- Bugs: No more buwwets?
- Bugs: [to Daffy] Hey, Laughing Boy, no more buwwets!
- Daffy: No more buwwets? Here, let me see that thing.
- [Daffy looks into shaft]
- Daffy: Hmm.
- [the gun fires in Daffy's face]
- Elmer Fudd: Well, what do you know? One buwwet left!
- Bugs: One buwwet left? Hey, Laughing Boy, there was...
- Daffy: [as his scalp, with a bullet lodged in it, flaps behind him] I know, I *know*!
- Bugs: For shame, Doc! Huntin' rabbits with an elephant gun.
- Elmer Fudd: Ewephant gun?
- Bugs: That's right, Doc. So why don't you go shoot an elephant?
- Elephant: You do, and I'll give you such a pinch!
- [the elephant whacks Elmer into the ground]
- [Elmer Fudd shoots Daffy and makes his face go upside-down]
- Daffy: Whatsa matter? Everything's upside-down. That's strange. Can't make heads or tails of things.
- Daffy: [disguised as Bugs] Eh, what's up, doc? Having any luck on those ducks? It's duck season, you know.
- Bugs: [disguised as Daffy] Just a darn minute. Where do you get that duck season stuff?
- Daffy: Says so right over there on that sign, if you're so smart.
- [the sign reads "rabbit season"]
- Daffy: You know what to do with that gun, doc.
- [Elmer shoots Daffy]
- Daffy: [to Bugs] You're despicable.
- Bugs: [pulls out "1000 Ways to Cook A Duck"] Fillet of duck Bordelaise maitre d'butter. Yum-yum. Duck polonaise under glass. Mmm-mm.
- Daffy: [pulls out "1000 Ways to Cook a Rabbit"] Rabbit au gratin de gelatin under tooled leather. Oh, drool, drool.
- Bugs: Barbecued duck meat with broiled duck bill Milanese. Yummy-yum.
- Daffy: Chicken-fried rabbit with cottontail sauce braised in carrots. Mm-mmm.
- Daffy: Yes, you're despicable, and... and... and picable! And... and you're very definitely despicable. How a person can get so... so despicable in one lifetime is beyond me. It isn't as though I... I haven't met a lot of people. Goodness knows it isn't that. It isn't that's... that. Goodness knows. It isn't... it's... it's... it's despicable.
- Bugs: [as a lady hunter] Oh, how simply dreadful. You poor little man. Did I hurt you with my naughty gun?
- Elmer Fudd: Aw, shucks. Well, I... Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
- [Daffy, as a hunting dog, bites Elmer in the leg]
- Elmer Fudd: Yeow!
- Bugs: Gypsy, you naughty bow-wow. Stop that.
- Elmer Fudd: I'm sowwy, fewwas, but I'm a vegetawian. I just hunt for the sport of it. Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!
- Bugs: Oh, yeah? Well, there's other sport besides huntin', ya know!
- Daffy: Anyone for tennis?
- [Elmer shoots Daffy]
- Daffy: Nice game!
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