- Tweety Bird: [singing and swinging in his cage] I'm a tweet wittow bird in a duilded tage/ Tweety'th my name, but I don't know my age/ I don't hafta wowwy an' dat is dat/ I'm tafe in hewe fwom dat ole puddy tat.
- [stops singing and swinging and sees Sylvester]
- Tweety Bird: I tawt I taw a puddy tat.
- [looks again]
- Tweety Bird: I did! I did! I did taw a puddy tat.
- Conductor: [after he smacks Sylvester's hand when he tries to catch Tweety] Oh no, you don't! It's a good thing I kept my eye on you, you sneakin' feline. And as for you, little birdie, I'd better put you in a safer place.
- [he hangs Tweety's cage on a ceiling hook]
- Conductor: There ya are. That oughta do it.
- [to Sylvester again]
- Conductor: Now remember, cat... no tricks!
- Tweety Bird: [as Tweety watches the horrifying scene with the bulldog and Sylvester from the observation car; last lines] Uh-oh, da puddytat dot anudda pwaymate! It's donna be awfwy wonesome fwom here to Pasadena.