The Leghorn Blows at Midnight

Foghorn Leghorn:
[Sees Henery trying to tie down a pumpkin on a catapult] Now what's that boy up to? Better check on him. Say whatcha doin' there... No, no, you'll never get it done that way, you're not strong enough. You gotta have the know-how. [Ties pumpkin down] There, your pumpkin's tied down pretty.

Henery Hawk:
Got a match, mister?

Foghorn Leghorn:
Match? [Gives him a match] Here you are, boy. Now don't set the world on fire. [Henery uses match to light candle under the rope holding down the pumpkin]

Foghorn Leghorn:
These kids growing up nowadays, don't even know how to tie down their own pumpkins. Why, when I was a boy... Say, I never tied down no pumpkins. Hey, son! Whatcha tying down a pumpkin for? [the candle burns through the rope, releasing the pumpkin and launching it onto Foghorn's head] Ask a silly question, get a silly answer.

Foghorn Leghorn:
You can't quit now. You come from a long line of fighting hawks. There was a chicken hawk at Bunker Hill, with John Paul Jones, with Washington at Yorktown, and at Gettysburg!

Henery Hawk:
I'm a chicken hawk, and I'm gonna take you home. Come on, I ain't got all day.

Foghorn Leghorn:
[Chuckles, then pretends to be scared] Oh Mister Chicken Hawk, don't take me home to roast in no black oven. I'm scared of the dark! [Fake sobs]

Henery Hawk:
Would you rather be fried on top of the stove?

Foghorn Leghorn:
I'm too tough, son. No white meat, just gristle. Feel my wing. I used to be young and tender once - Feel my wing like I toldya, boy! - but that was a long time ago. Now if you - I say, if you want something tender, nothing beats a good old pheasant. Pheasant under glass, that's good eatin'! Any of this getting through, son?

Henery Hawk:
Are there any of these ph-ph-pheasants around?

Foghorn Leghorn:
Why of course, son! Here, I'll take you to one. [Walks with Henery, humming "A Hunting I Will Go", until they reach the Dog's house] Quiet down, we're near pheasant country now. There's the pheasant's house over there.

Henery Hawk:
Gosh! I was talking to a pheasant and didn't even know it.

Foghorn Leghorn:
[Gives Henery a glass tureen cover] Here, walk in with this over him and you've got a pheasant under glass.

Henery Hawk:
Mwahahahaha! I'm the invisible hawk! You can't see me! I might be twenty feet tall! You can't fight what you can't see! [Dog puts a mirror in front of Henery] I got you now, you nincom... [Sees reflection, realizes he's not invisible]... poop?

Henery Hawk:
You can't stop me, pheasant.

Barnyard Dog:
Pheasant, schmeasant! What are you, a pheasant hawk?

Henery Hawk:
No, I'm a chicken hawk.

Barnyard Dog:
So what's with pheasants? Unhook my collar and I'll help you catch a chicken.

Henery Hawk:
[as Foghorn and the dog fight] Get him, chicken! Sock him, pheasant! Atta boy, chicken! Come on, pheasant! I don't care who wins. I'll fricassee the loser.