Sylvester: Brother pussycats! We've been skidded out, scooted out, backed out and booted out! But tonight, we was scared out! It's unhospitabitatble, and furthermore, it's un-cat-stitutional!

[last lines]

[the cats have thrown Porky into the snow]

Porky Pig: Pardon me, but d-d-does anyone in the audience kn-know somebody who kn-knows somebody that has a house to rent?

Sylvester: Are we men, or are we mice?

Tiny Cat: I like cheese.

Sylvester: [as he smacks the tiny cat] Smack!

Sylvester: Aha! I think I've got it.

Tiny Cat: The cheese?

Sylvester: [as he smacks him] Smack!

Porky Pig: [after being evicted by the kitten] You know, I'm b-begining, to... to... to *hate* pussycats!