- Foghorn Leghorn: Hey dog...
- Foghorn Leghorn: [Dawg snarls at him] Now hold on boy. I come in peace. I wanna bury the hatchet.
- Foghorn Leghorn: [Dawg covers his head with both paws] Not in your pointed head, boy.
- Foghorn Leghorn: I almo-I say I almost feel bad about springing that surprise on that bonehead. Say, I made a funny, spring! Bone!