Elmer Fudd: [to Bugs as a game warden] Oh, Mr. Game Warden. I hope you can help me. I've been told I could shoot wabbits and goats and pigeons and mongooses and dirty skunks and ducks. Could you tell me what season it weawwy is?
Bugs Bunny: Why, coitenly, me boy. It's baseball season!

Elmer Fudd: Got you, you wabbit stew, you.
Bugs Bunny: Look, Doc. Are you looking for trouble? I'm not a stewing rabbit. I'm a fricasseeing rabbit.
Elmer Fudd: Fwicasseeing wabbit?
Bugs Bunny: Have you got a fricasseeing rabbit license?
Elmer Fudd: Well, no. I...
Bugs Bunny: Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shooting a fricasseeing rabbit without a fricasseeing rabbit license?

[Bugs is disguised as a game warden]
Elmer Fudd: Oh, Mr. Game Warden, I hope you can help me. I've been told I can shoot wabbits, and goats, and pigeons, and mongooses, and dirty skunks, and ducks. Can you tell me what season it weawy is?
Bugs Bunny: Why certainly, my boy.
[Holds up a baseball]
Bugs Bunny: It's baseball season!
[Elmer laughs dementedly]
Bugs Bunny: [Throws the baseball] Here, boy! Here, boy! Go get it! Go get it!
[Elmer runs after the baseball, shooting it repeatedly]

[Bugs' cup of molasses is shot into holes by Elmer]
Bugs: Funny. I never thought molasses would run in January.