Quotes from Back Alley Oproar

Elmer Fudd: [has Sylvester at gunpoint] Now I've got you, and I'm gonna wub you out compwetwy.
Sylvester: Now just a minute, my fine feathered friend. Ain't you got no aesthetic sense? No ear for musical appreciation?
Elmer Fudd: No, and I'm gonna bwow you to smitheweens.
Sylvester: [singing] Go to sleep, go to sleep...
Elmer Fudd: [getting sleepy] Stop it.
Sylvester: ...shut your big, blood-shot eyes...
Elmer Fudd: Now you stop that.
[falls asleep]