Sylvester: Sufferin' succotash! Squab!

Lovebird: Come on, Mr. Cat. Eat me.
Sylvester: No! No! I'll die!
Lovebird: Please, Mr. Cat?
Sylvester: All right! I'll do it. I'd rather die than starve to death!
[Sylvester is about to eat the lovebird when a telegram arrives; lovebird reads ]
Lovebird: You don't have to eat me, Mr. Cat. I just got a telegram from Sweetypuss, and everything is going to be, oh, just dandy.
Sylvester: Oh, yeah? Well, I haven't changed my mind!