Catstello: But I don't want to hurt no boid. I like boids. I'd go hungry first.
Babbit: What's the matter, fraidy cat? This is just a tiny bird.
Catstello: You mean it's just a poor little, teeny-tiny, itsy-bitsy, defenseless bird?
Babbit: That's right.
Catstello: Let me at 'im! Let me at 'im! I'll get him, Babbit! Gangway, I'll murdarlize him! Let me at 'im!

Catstello: I'm afraid to go up high. I get heightrophobia.

Babbit: [sees a flat Catstello] Come on. Stop your clowning! What's the matter with you? Aren't you ashamed?
Catstello: I don't know.

Babbit: Come on, stupid. Get the bird!
Catstello: [looks down] Ohh...!
Babbit: Gimme the bird. Gimme the bird!
Catstello: If that Hays Office would only let me, I'd give him the boid all right.
[whistles]

Babbit: Why do you do these things?
Catstello: I'm a baaaad pussycat.

[Catstello is sitting on a powder charge which Babbit is ready to detonate]
Catstello: Gee, Babbit. I'm just no good.
Babbit: Oh, the brakes were against you.
Catstello: I'm a flopparoo. I can't even get the boid.
Babbit: Don't worry. You'll get it, all right.
Catstello: You mean I'll get it in the end?
Babbit: Yeah. And you'll get a big bang out of it, too!
[He detonates the charge, sending Catstello flying]
Catstello: [unaware he is airborne] Well, that sure takes a load off my mind.