Daffy Duck: [narrating] Like all criminals, he had an elaborate alibi prepared.

George "Mother" Machree: I didn't do nothing... I didn't do nothing! Like I said, I didn't do nothing!

Daffy Duck: This is the Milky Way. A nice galaxy. 875 billion trillion people live here. Yes, it's a nice place to live. It's my job to keep it that way. I'm a space cop. My name's Monday. My partner's name is Tuesday. He always follows me. It was Wednesday, January 23, 10:26 p.m.

Porky Pig: T-t-ten twenty-eight.

Daffy Duck: Like I said, it was 10:28 p.m.

Daffy Duck: 10:52: Back at the old desk, waiting for a call from the Chief. Half a cop's life is spent in waiting. 10:53: the Chief called.

Daffy Duck: Machree was found to be at Elsa's Blast-Inn, selecting a sandwich. 12:40: He selected a pastrami on rye with mustard. That figured. We didn't have much time. He was a notoriously fast eater. 1:07: He left the Blast-Inn. 1:08: We arrived at the Blast-Inn. Our deductions later proved that we had missed him by one minute. 1:09: We set out in pursuit.