- Granny: If one little feather harmed of this bird, I'm going to sell you to the violin string factory. factory!
- Sylvester: Look, Buster, I'm not a nice pussycat. I just don't relish the idea of having p-p-pizzicatos played on me in some string section.
- Tweety: If anything happens to me, Sylvester, it'll be too bad for you. You'll be made into violin strings.