- Tweety: [while being used as a badminton shuttlecock] Now how did I det myself into such a pwedicament?
- Tweety: [as Sylvester is bouncing up to the birdhouse on a trampoline] Bad ol' putty tat!
- [Hits him in the head]
- Tweety: You fwighten me!
- [Sprays seltzer in his face]
- Tweety: You make my widdle heart qwiver!
- [Sylvester wears a helmet this time. As he rockets down, he sticks his tongue out at Tweety]
- Tweety: [the next time he comes up, Tweety puts a stick of dynamite into the helmet, which explodes offscreen] Bad ol' putty tat!
- Tweety: [in Sylvester's ear] Goody-goody for me, I is runnin' a choo-choo twain!
- [pulls a cord, and a whistle blows]