[Elmer has shot Daffy one too many times]
Daffy Duck: Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers, and gunpowder, and cordite! I'm an elk! Shoot me, go on! It's elk season! I'm a fiddler crab! Why don't you shoot me? It's fiddler crab season!
[Daffy is writing a license to shoot a fricasseeing rabbit to Elmer Fudd]
Daffy: This license permits bearer to shoot a frica... Hey, bud, how do you spell "Fricasseeing".
Bugs: F-R-I-C-A-S-S-E-E-I-N-G... eh, D-U-C-K!
[Daffy gives Elmer the license]
Daffy: Here you are, Leatherstocking. All nice and legal.
[Elmer pauses to read the license]
Daffy: [impatiently] Hurry up, hurry up! The fine print doesn't mean a thing!
[Elmer looks confused]
Daffy: Hurry up, Hurry up!
[Elmer shoots Daffy; his beak spins around]
Daffy: Hey, let's see that thing!
Daffy: ... fricasseeing duck. Well, I guess I'm the goat.
Sign: Goat Season Open!
[Elmer shoots the "goat"]
[Bugs' cup of molasses is shot into holes by Elmer]
Bugs: Funny. I never thought molasses would run in January.
Elmer: [after shooting a rabbit Bugs made out of snow] Good heavens! He disintegwated.
[Bugs comes down as the "angel" of the snow rabbit]
Bugs: Eh, what's up, doc? How are things down here on Earth?
Elmer: I'm sowwy, Mr. Wabbit. I hope I didn't hurt you too much when I killed you.
Daffy: Are you nuts? Why, if he's dead, then I'm a mongoose!
Bugs' Sign: Mongoose Season.
[Elmer shoots the "mongoose"]
Daffy Duck: Now then, you've got it straight: You're not gonna pay no more attention to no more signs! You're just gonna listen to me, right?
Elmer Fudd: Wight.
Bugs: [disguised as a duck] Quack! Quack!
[moves his eyebrows up and down]
Daffy Duck: Oh, so that's his little game is it? Shoot the duck! Shoot the duck!
Elmer Fudd: [shoots Daffy Duck]
[Bugs is disguised as a game warden]
Elmer Fudd: Oh, Mr. Game Warden, I hope you can help me. I've been told I can shoot wabbits, and goats, and pigeons, and mongooses, and dirty skunks, and ducks. Can you tell me what season it weawy is?
Bugs Bunny: Why certainly, my boy.
[Holds up a baseball]
Bugs Bunny: It's baseball season!
[Elmer laughs dementedly]
Bugs Bunny: [Throws the baseball] Here, boy! Here, boy! Go get it! Go get it!
[Elmer runs after the baseball, shooting it repeatedly]
Daffy Duck: All right now, let's go over it once more: now, what are you?
Elmer Fudd: I'm a hunter.
Daffy Duck: And what season is it?
Elmer Fudd: Wabbit season.
Daffy Duck: [pointing to Bugs] And there's a rabbit! Shoot him! Shoot him!
[Elmer hurries over to blast Bugs, but actually just blasts to smithereens a snowman dummy version of him]
Elmer Fudd: Good heavens! He disintegwated.
Daffy: Boy, am I a pigeon!
Bugs' Sign: Pigeon Season.
Daffy Duck: I am a duck bent on self-preservatimun-minum.
Elmer Fudd: Got you, you wabbit stew, you.
Bugs Bunny: Look, Doc. Are you looking for trouble? I'm not a stewing rabbit. I'm a fricasseeing rabbit.
Elmer Fudd: Fwicasseeing wabbit?
Bugs Bunny: Have you got a fricasseeing rabbit license?
Elmer Fudd: Well, no. I...
Bugs Bunny: Do you happen to know what the penalty is for shooting a fricasseeing rabbit without a fricasseeing rabbit license?
Elmer Fudd: I'm a wed-hot sportsman after wild game. Heh-heh-heh-heh.