That’s a joke, I say, that’s a joke, son. — Foghorn Leghorn

What a day for trampin’ through the woods… lump dum do di do do doh, doo dah, doo dah. — Foghorn Leghorn

She remi…, I say, she reminds me of Paul Revere’s ride, a little light in the belfry. — Foghorn Leghorn

That dog, I say, that dog’s strictly GI–gibberin’ idiot, that is. — Foghorn Leghorn

Now, cut that out boy, or I’ll spank you where the feathers are thinnest. — Foghorn Leghorn

That boy’s as strong as an ox, and just about as smart. — Foghorn Leghorn

This is going to cause more confusion than a mouse in a burlesque show. — Foghorn Leghorn

Smart boy; got a mind like a steel trap–full of mice. — Foghorn Leghorn

That’s the trouble with that fool dog, always shootin’ his mouth off. — Foghorn Leghorn

That boy’s making more noise than a couple of skeletons throwin’ a fit on a tin roof! — Foghorn Leghorn

That, I say, that boy’s just like a tattoo, gets under your skin. — Foghorn Leghorn

Now, that, I say, that’s no way for a kid to be wastin’ his time, readin’ that long–haired gobbledygook. — Foghorn Leghorn

Now what, I say, now what’s that skinny old hen doin’ up on the barn. — Foghorn Leghorn

What’s it all about boy, elucidate! — Foghorn Leghorn

That boy’s gotta mouth like a cannon, always shootin’ it off! — Foghorn Leghorn

That’s what I’ve been, I say, that’s what I’ve been telling you, boy! — Foghorn Leghorn

Kid don’t quit talkin’ so much he’ll get his tongue sunburned. — Foghorn Leghorn

I made a funny son and you’re not laughin’! — Foghorn Leghorn

Pay attention to me, boy! I’m not just talkin’ to hear my head roar. — Foghorn Leghorn

Now who’s, I say, who’s responsible for this unwarranted attack on my person! — Foghorn Leghorn

I got, I say, I got this boy as fidgety as a bubble dancer with a slow leak. — Foghorn Leghorn

That, I say, that dog’s busier than a centipede at a toe countin’ contest. — Foghorn Leghorn

Don’t, I say, don’t bother me dog, can’t ya see I’m thinkin’! — Foghorn Leghorn

Hey boy, what’s the idea jackin’ that pot up under me? Jack? Pot? Ahuh, huh… jackpot, that’s a joke son, don’t ya get it? — Foghorn Leghorn

Stop, I say, stop it boy, you’re doin’ a lot of choppin’ but no chips are flyin’. — Foghorn Leghorn

For, I say, fortunately, I always carry a spare set of feathers. — Foghorn Leghorn

You’re way off, I say, you’re way off this time, son! — Foghorn Leghorn

I say, boy, pay attention when I’m talkin’ to ya, boy. — Foghorn Leghorn

His muscles are as soggy as a used tea bag. — Foghorn Leghorn

Hmmm, bare, I say, bare as a cooch dancer’s midriff. — Foghorn Leghorn

As senior rooster ’round here, it’s my duty, and my pleasure, to instruct junior roosters in the ancient art of roostery. — Foghorn Leghorn

You know there might, I say, there just might be a market for bottled duck. — Foghorn Leghorn

What in the, I say, what in the name of Jesse James do you suppose that is? — Foghorn Leghorn

That kid’s about as sharp as a pound of wet liver. — Foghorn Leghorn

That dog’s as subtle as a hand grenade in a barrel of oatmeal. — Foghorn Leghorn

Now, I wonder what ol’ busy body widow hen is up to. — Foghorn Leghorn

Now, what, I say, what’s the big idea bashin’ me in the bazooka that–a–way boy! — Foghorn Leghorn

That woman’s as cold as a nudist on an iceberg. — Foghorn Leghorn

That boy’s as timid as a canary at a cat show. — Foghorn Leghorn

Love that dog… love that dog. — Foghorn Leghorn

That dog’s like taxes, he just don’t know when to stop. — Foghorn Leghorn

That boy’s more mixed up than a feather in a whirlwind. — Foghorn Leghorn