The Little Man from the Draft Board: Good heavens. That was quite an explosion. Are you hurt, son?
Daffy Duck: Oh, I'm a little shaken up, but you should've seen what happened to that dope from the draft board. He was blown to smithereens, see? Smithereens!
The Little Man from the Draft Board: Well, now, I...
Daffy Duck: No! No! You wouldn't say that! It's you! It's you!

Daffy Duck: [has blown himself to Hell] Say, what's cooking? Where am I? Say, this place looks like... Hey, it is... I am in...! Oh well. Anyway, I sure put it over on that dope from the draft board.
The Little Man from the Draft Board: [takes off demon costume] Well, now, I wouldn't say that.
Daffy Duck: No! No! No! Don't! Don't say...
[runs away while the little man follows him]

Daffy Duck: [reading newspaper] "U.S. Army announces a smashing frontal attack on enemy rear."
[to camera]
Daffy Duck: A smashing frontal attack on enemy rear? HOORAY!

Daffy Duck: [singing] From the halls of Montezuma to the shores of Tripoli / Hear those bells of freedom ringing - Oh, no, it's just the phone for me.
[answers telephone]
Daffy Duck: Hello? Yes, this is Daffy Duck. You say you have a letter for me from the President? You'll bring it right over? Oh, you're the little man from the draft board. Gee, thanks.
[resumes singing]
Daffy Duck: Oh, the little man from the draft board is coming to see me. Oh, the... d-d-d-d-d - The man from the draft board? Oh ho-ho! Yipe!

Daffy Duck: So long, Dracula! Hoo-hoo, hoo! You dope!