A Fractured Leghorn1950

[the cat is trying to get the worm out of the ground with a tire pump]

Foghorn Leghorn:
What're you d... I say, what're you doin' with a pump, pumpin' for oil? You're crazy boy! There's no oil in this ground! [knocks the cat down] Stand up, son. You're fallin' all over yourself. There's no oil five-hundred miles o' here! Geology, the ground's all wrong! Even if there was oil, you'd need a drill not a tire pump! [the cat steps on a rake and gets knocked down] Oh, you're down again. You gotta learn to stand on your own feet, boy. I may not always be around to help ya. [walks away] Boy's got a mouth like a cannon, always shootin' it off.