The Foghorn Leghorn

Foghorn Leghorn:
Lookit here son, I say son, did ya see that hawk after those hens? He scared 'em! That Rhode Island Red turned white. Then blue. Rhode Island. Red, white, and blue. That's a joke, son. A flag waver. You're built too low. The fast ones go over your head. Ya got a hole in your glove. I keep pitchin' 'em and you keep missin' 'em. Ya gotta keep your eye on the ball. Eye. Ball. I almost had a gag, son. Joke, that is.

Henery Hawk:
Ah, I ain't so little.

Grandpa Hawk:
I've told you Henery, why you're too little to hunt chickens with me.

Henery Hawk:
You mean on account of what you was telling me that chickens are great, big monsters?

Grandpa Hawk:
Yep.

Henery Hawk:
They got big, sharp teeth and they live in caves?

Grandpa Hawk:
That's right.

Henery Hawk:
And they fight like demons?

Grandpa Hawk:
Right.

Henery Hawk:
Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go get some.

Grandpa Hawk:
You'll probably hate me for what I'm gonna do, but after all, I am a chicken hawk.

[after Foghorn beats up on Grandpa Hawk]

Henery Hawk:
Hey, was that a chicken, Pop?

Grandpa Hawk:
A chicken? Of course not. Do you think I'd let a chicken do that to me? That's just a loud-mouthed schook.

Henery Hawk:
A schnook? Well, I'm not after schnooks, I'm after a chicken.

Foghorn Leghorn:
Looky here, son, I'm no loud-mouthed schnook. [Hits dog as he talks] This is a dog, not a chicken. Chicken's don't look like dogs. Who told you this was a chicken, son? Nice boy, but doesn't listen to a thing you say. You got a bum steer, son. I'm a chicken, not a schnook. You're wrong, son.

Barnyard Dawg:
[Kicks Foghorn] Schnook!

Henery Hawk:
Schnook.

Henery Hawk:
Hey, he called you a chicken.

Foghorn Leghorn:
That's what I've been - I say, that's what I've been telling you, boy! I am a chicken! [Henery hits Foghorn on the head with a shovel and drags him away]

Henery Hawk:
He talked me into it.

Foghorn Leghorn:
I'm just a loud-mouthed schnook.

Henery Hawk:
Chicken or schnook, in our oven he'll look good.

Henery Hawk:
Schnooks are sure noisy things.

Henery Hawk:
Still tryin' to prove you're a chicken, eh?

Foghorn Leghorn:
[nods]

Henery Hawk:
Schnook.