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Friday Funny June 10, 2016 Looney Lines – Bugs Bunny

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Happy Friday!  Another weekend is upon us.  I remember in my younger years that one of the best parts of the weekend was the Saturday morning cartons and one of my favorite cartoons was “The Bugs Bunny/Road Runner Hour” or any iteration of Looney Tunes cartoons.  I invested or perhaps better said, I wasted many hours watching Bugs and his pals and still enjoy them to this day.  If you can tell the difference between the directing of Chuck Jones, Friz Feleng and Robert McKimson, then you might have wasted as much time as I did!  I enjoyed many of the various characters that appeared, but one of my favorites was, of course Bugs Bunny.  So let’s kick off this Friday with some of the more memorable lines from Bugs.  (For most of these, I can picture the cartoon they were taken from as I read them.)

Enjoy!

What’s up, doc?

He don’t know me very well , do he?

I knew I shoulda made that left toin at Albaquerque.

Of course you know this means war!

Well, what didja expect in an opera, a HAPPY ending?

Hey, wait a cotton-pickin minute!

What a gulli-bull! What a nin-cow-poop!

Whatta maroon! Whatta ignoranimus!

What an imbesile, what an utlra maroon

Gee, ain’t I a stinker?

Eeeeeeh, watch me paste this pathetic palooka with a powerful, paralyzing, perfect, pachydermous, percussion pitch.

My, I’ll bet you monsters lead interesting lives.

My stars, if an interesting monster can’t have an interesting hairdo, then I don’t know what things are coming to.

Here I go with the timid little woodland creature bit again. It’s shameful, but…ehhh, it’s a living.

I know this defies the law of gravity, but I never studied law!

Stop steamin’ up my tail! Whataya tryin’ ta do, wrinkle it?

Ain’t I a little Dickens, though?

You don’t have to be crazy to do this… But it sure helps!

Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shooting a fricaseeing rabbit without a fricaseeing rabbit license?

Thought for the Week

In childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking out. In memories of childhood, we press our nose to the pane, looking in. ~Robert Brault, rbrault.blogspot.com

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