Beaky Buzzard: Shh! I'm a-stalking a victim.

Bugs Bunny: Eh, what's up, Doc?

Beaky Buzzard: My mama done told me, "Son, bring something for dinner."

Bugs Bunny: Really? What's cooking? What is it you're looking for?

Beaky Buzzard: Well, it's... um... it's... Now don't tell me! Don't tell me!... It's, um...

[Suddenly grabs Bugs]

Beaky Buzzard: It's a rabbit.

[Beaky falls into the skeleton]

Beaky Buzzard: [sees bones] What the... Ooooh, MAAA!

[Mama appears and sees her son is a skeleton]

Mama Buzzard: [to Bugs] Hey! What did you do to my poor little kid?

Bugs Bunny: Keep your shirt on lady, the kid's okay!

[Bugs falls into a skeleton and screams]

[Beaky grabs Bugs]

Bugs Bunny: [struggles] Help! Help! Oh, you brute, you! Help!

[the two dance off]

Bugs Bunny: Why don't we do this more often?

Beaky Buzzard: You mean just what we're doing tonight?