The Foghorn Leghorn (1948)

Mel Blanc: Foghorn Leghorn, Barnyard Dawg, Henery Hawk, Grandpa Hawk

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Quotes 

• Foghorn Leghorn : Lookit here son, I say son, did ya see that hawk after those hens? He scared 'em! That Rhode Island Red turned white. Then blue. Rhode Island. Red, white, and blue. That's a joke, son. A flag waver. You're built too low. The fast ones go over your head. Ya got a hole in your glove. I keep pitchin' 'em and you keep missin' 'em. Ya gotta keep your eye on the ball. Eye. Ball. I almost had a gag, son. Joke, that is.

• [after Foghorn beats up on Grandpa Hawk] 

  Henery Hawk : Hey, was that a chicken, Pop?

  Grandpa Hawk : A chicken? Of course not. Do you think I'd let a chicken do that to me? That's just a loud-mouthed schook.

  Henery Hawk : A schnook? Well, I'm not after schnooks, I'm after a chicken.

• Henery Hawk : Hey, he called you a chicken.

  Foghorn Leghorn : That's what I've been - I say, that's what I've been telling you, boy! I am a chicken!

  [Henery hits Foghorn on the head with a shovel and drags him away] 

  Henery Hawk : He talked me into it.

  Foghorn Leghorn : I'm just a loud-mouthed schnook.

  Henery Hawk : Chicken or schnook, in our oven he'll look good.

• Henery Hawk : Schnooks are sure noisy things.

• Henery Hawk : Still tryin' to prove you're a chicken, eh?

  Foghorn Leghorn : [nods] 

  Henery Hawk : Schnook.

• Henery Hawk : Ah, I ain't so little.

  Grandpa Hawk : I've told you Henery, why you're too little to hunt chickens with me.

  Henery Hawk : You mean on account of what you was telling me that chickens are great, big monsters?

  Grandpa Hawk : Yep.

  Henery Hawk : They got big, sharp teeth and they live in caves?

  Grandpa Hawk : That's right.

  Henery Hawk : And they fight like demons?

  Grandpa Hawk : Right.

  Henery Hawk : Well, what are we waiting for? Let's go get some.

• Grandpa Hawk : You'll probably hate me for what I'm gonna do, but after all, I am a chicken hawk.

• Foghorn Leghorn : Looky here, son, I'm no loud-mouthed schnook.

  [Hits dog as he talks] 

  Foghorn Leghorn : This is a dog, not a chicken. Chicken's don't look like dogs. Who told you this was a chicken, son? Nice boy, but doesn't listen to a thing you say. You got a bum steer, son. I'm a chicken, not a schnook. You're wrong, son.

  Barnyard Dawg : [Kicks Foghorn]  Schnook!

  Henery Hawk : Schnook.

• Foghorn Leghorn : [Sees Henery dragging a trunk which the dog is inside]  You're off, I say you're way off this time son, you caught yourself a trunk

  [pounds on it and turns to the audience] 

  Foghorn Leghorn : Nice kid but a little dumb

  [the dog opens the trunk and Foghorn inadvertently hits him on the head] 

  Foghorn Leghorn : This is no chicken son, it's a trunk

  [accidentally slaps the dog as he spreads his arms apart for emphasis] 

  Foghorn Leghorn : big suitcase that is

  [hits the dog again] 

  Foghorn Leghorn : this is a trunk boy!

  [continues hitting the dog by accident, angering him and he chases him until he climbs up a ladder and smashes a watermelon over his head] 

  Foghorn Leghorn : Somedays it don't pay to get out of bed.

• Grandpa Hawk : I hated to tell Henery falsehoods about chickens, but a kid would only be in my way.