[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 Fudd: [to Bugs as a game warden] Oh, Mr. Game Warden. I hope you can help me. I've been told I could shoot wabbits and goats and pigeons and mongooses and dirty skunks and ducks. Could you tell me what season it weawwy is?

Bugs Bunny: Why, coitenly, me boy. It's baseball season!

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"]

Bugs Bunny: Just between the two of us, what season is it, really?

Daffy Duck: Ha, ha, ha! Don't be so naive, buster. Why, everybody knows it's really duck hunting season.

[Hunters suddenly materialize and shoot Daffy; he drags himself towards Bugs]

Daffy Duck: [panting] You're despicable!

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: [to Elmer about Bugs] What is this, a cooking class? Shoot him! Shoot him!

Elmer Fudd: But I haven't got a wicense to shoot a fwicasseeing wabbit.

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: You're a dirty dog...

Bugs: And YOU are a dirty skunk!

Daffy: I'm a dirty skunk? I'M a dirty skunk?

[Bugs holds up a sign saying "Dirty Skunk Season" - Elmer, predictably, lets him have it]

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.