The Leghorn Blows at Midnight1950

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.