Tom Turk and Daffy1944

Daffy Duck:
You lose something, fat stuff?

Porky Pig:
I'm l-l-looking for a d-d-darned old t-turkey.

Daffy Duck:
Sir! Do you mean to insinuate that I'd hide your d-d-arned old t-t-turkey?

Porky Pig:
I was ce-ce-certain it came this way.

Daffy Duck:
Well, I ain't talkin', see? My lips are sealed. [Locks appear on Daffy's beak]

Porky Pig:
Well, g-g-gee, uh, g-g-gee...

Daffy Duck:
I ain't no stool pigeon, see.

Tom Turk:
[Inside snowman] What a pal, what a pal, what a pal, what a pal, what a pal. What a pal.

Porky Pig:
Oh, d-d-dagnabit. And I had everything r-ready for a nice, big t-t-turkey dinner.

Daffy Duck:
Not a word out of me! I ain't no squealer. I'm no... Turkey dinner?

Porky Pig:
Uh-huh. And with ch-ch-chestnut dressing too.

Daffy Duck:
Mmm-mmm. No. No, I won't talk. They can't make me. I'm no stool pigeon. I'm not... Cranberry sauce?

Porky Pig:
Yeah, and w-with mashed potatoes and green peas.

Daffy Duck:
Mashed potatoes and green peas? Gulp. No. No, they can't sweat it out of me. I won't be a stool pigeon! I won't! I won't be a st... And... and candied yams?

Porky Pig:
Uh-huh. C-Candied yams.

Daffy Duck:
[Sobbing] The yams did it! The yams did it! The yams did it! [Stands on a stool marked "stool pigeon", cooing like a pigeon; rushes the snowman with Tom inside in front of Porky and puts up hundreds of signs pointing to it]

Daffy Duck:
I didn't wanna do it. It was those yams. Oh, those nasty yams!

Tom Turk:
Quisling.

Porky Pig:
C-c-come out of there. I've got you covered. C-come one out of there, you old turkye you. Come out or I'll b-blast you! [Tom digs his way out and sneaks up behind Daffy]

Daffy Duck:
Those nasty, delicious yams!

Tom Turk:
[Puts his tail on Daffy before sneaking away] Gobble, gobble, gobble.

Porky Pig:
So t-there you are, you old turkey.

Daffy Duck:
Turkey? Who's a turkey? Now wait a minute, Myles Standish. I'm a duck. Quack, quack, quack! I can swim. Observe. [Dives into snow and swims, then runs as Porky gives chase]