- Tom Cat: [Imitating Charles Boyer] Ah, I love you. When I'm with you, I am what you call, uh, a hep cat. I am hip to the jive. I'm in the groove, darling.
- Toots: Now you're REALLY sendin' me, Jackson.
- Tom Cat: [as he's talking, Jerry sets Tom's foot ablaze] Ah, you set my soul on fire. It is not just a little, uh, spark. It is a flame; a big roaring flame. Ah, I can feel it now. It is burning... burning... burning... hey. Something is burning around here!
- [Tom screams in pain from the hot foot]
- Bit Part: [on the radio] "Boy, are you corny!" How many times have you been told that? How many girls have said, "No, Horace, I can only be a sister to you." Get your boots laced, buddy. Get hep to the jive. Step in and see Smilin' Sam, the Zoot Suit Man. Step out with a zoot suit, with a drape shape and a reet pleat. Wear an ankle-length jacket, with three-foot shoulders. Pants that begin at the chin, zoom to a fifty-four inch knee, then fade~ softly~ to a three-inch Victory cuff. Get hep, get one, get lost, in a new, zoot uh-suit.
- Toots: Boy, are you corny! You act like a square at the fair, a goon from Saskatoon. You come on like a broken arm. You're a sad apple, a long hair, a corn husker. In other words, you don't send me. So bail out, brother. Get lost... and here's your rat, cat.