A Fractured Leghorn

Foghorn Leghorn:
What's the big... I say, what's the big idea chasin' my worm? You're a cat, son. Cat's don't eat worms. You're takin' the food right outta my mouth! I don't go around chasin' mice!

[knocks the cat down]

Foghorn Leghorn:
Stand up boy, you're trippin' over your own feet. Now you stay away from worms and I'll stay away from mice. That's fair and square, and if you'd stop all your arguin' and jawin', you'd see my side of it!

[pushes the cat up a ladder]

Foghorn Leghorn:
Yap-yap-yap, keep that mouth flappin' and do no listenin'.

[the cat falls off the ladder]

Foghorn Leghorn:
There's nothin' worse than a blabber-mouth cat!

[the cat is trying to get the worm out of the ground with a tire pump]

Foghorn Leghorn:
What're you d... I say, what're you doin' with a pump, pumpin' for oil? You're crazy boy! There's no oil in this ground! [knocks the cat down] Stand up, son. You're fallin' all over yourself. There's no oil five-hundred miles o' here! Geology, the ground's all wrong! Even if there was oil, you'd need a drill not a tire pump! [the cat steps on a rake and gets knocked down] Oh, you're down again. You gotta learn to stand on your own feet, boy. I may not always be around to help ya. [walks away] Boy's got a mouth like a cannon, always shootin' it off.

[last lines]

Foghorn Leghorn:
Uh-uh-uh, I know what you're gonna say, son. When two halves is gone, there's nothin' left. And you're right, it's a little ole worm, who wasn't there. Two nothin's is nothin'. [shoves the cat] That's mathematics, son! You can argue with me, but you can't argue with figures! [the cat's head is suddenly in a trash can] Two half nothin's is a whole nothin'! And I know what I'm talkin' about, because...

Cat:
[finally fed up] AAAHH... [clobbers Foghorn with the trash can] SHADDAP! [kicks dirt in Foghorn's face and walks off]

Foghorn Leghorn:
Okay, I'll shut up. I'm not one that has to keep talkin'. Some fellas just have to keep their mouths flappin', but not me! I was brought up right, my pa used to tell me "shut up" and I'd shut up! I wouldn't say nothin'! One time, darn-near starved to death - [cartoon begins to iris-out around him, Foghorn pulls it back open] Wouldn't tell him I was hungry! [cartoon finally ends]

Foghorn Leghorn:
Hey son, whatcha gonna do with that wheel?