The Old Grey Hare

Bugs Bunny:
You ain't got me yet, by Gum! He he he he! Ow, darn this lumbago!

Baby Elmer:
I'm wooking for a widdle baby bunny. I'm gonna thoot 'im dead. Bang!

Baby Bugs:
What does he wook wike?

Baby Elmer:
He wooks... just wike you! [aims popgun at Bugs]

Baby Bugs:
Do tell! Do tell!

Elmer J. Fudd:
Hey, where am I? What happened? I'm all wrinkled. What year is this?

[reading newspaper]

Elmer J. Fudd:
2000 A.D.? Gwacious! What's this?

[reading some more]

Elmer J. Fudd:
Bing Crosby's horse hasn't come in yet? Hey! Smellavision wepwaces television? Howy mackarel!

[first lines]

Elmer J. Fudd:
[crying] I twied and I twied, but I just simpwy can't seem to catch that old wabbit!

God:
If at first you don't succeed, Elmer, try, try again.

Elmer J. Fudd:
Twy, twy again? Yeah, but how wong will it take?

God:
Come, Elmer. Let us look far into the future.

Elmer J. Fudd:
Will I eventually catch the wabbit?

God:
Come, Elmer. Come past the years 1950, 1960, past 1970, '80, '90... When you hear the sound of the gong, it will be exactly 2000 A.D.

Bugs Bunny:
Eh, what's up, prune face?

Elmer J. Fudd:
Shhh! I'm wooking for a wittle gwey wabbit.

Bugs Bunny:
Tell me, droopy, what's he look like?

Elmer J. Fudd:
He wooks... just wike you!

[aims gun at Bugs]

Bugs Bunny:
Not so fast there, Grandpaw.

[last lines]

Elmer J. Fudd:
[buried underground] Well, anyway, that pesky wabbit is out of my life forever and ever.

Bugs Bunny:
[pops in] Well now, I wouldn't say that.

[kisses Elmer and hands him a lit stick of dynamite; iris out]

Bugs Bunny:
So long, Methuselah!