Porky Pig: G-g-gosh, what a cra-cr-screwy duck.
Daffy Duck: That, my little cherub, is strictly a matter of opinion.

[as Porky chases Daffy around a tree, the film breaks; after a moment, Daffy steps out]
Daffy Duck: Ladies and gentlemen, due to circumstances beyond our control, we are unable to continue with this picture. But don't worry, I'll tell you how it came out. Porky is chasing me around and around that tree. He corners me, and moves in for the kill. Everyone thinks of me as a dead duck. Then I launch a counter attack. I shower him with lefts and rights. I come in for the coup de gracie. And Porky's crawling, literally groveling at my feet.
[Suddenly, a hook drags Daffy offstage; a loud bang is heard; Porky comes out, dragging Daffy behind him]
Daffy Duck: [dazed] He's begging for mercy... I'm killing him.