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Standing at three-foot-three, four-foot if you count the ears, is... Bugs Bunny!

Too bad you can't practice getting taller, boys.

Psychiatrist: "Are there any other areas besides basketball where you find yourself unable to perform?"
Ewing: "No!"
Psychiatrist: "I'm just asking."

Daffy: "Listen. How's this for a new team name? The Ducks!"
Bugs: "Please! What kinda Mickey Mouse organization would name their team 'The Ducks'?"

You ever heard of the Dream Team? Well, we're the Mean Team, wussy man.

Daffy: "You think she's got enough toys?"
Bugs: "Speaking of toys, remember those mugs and t-shirts and lunchboxes with our pictures on 'em?"
Daffy: "Yeah."
Bugs: "You ever see any money from all that stuff?"
Daffy: "Hah, not a cent!"
Bugs: "Hmm... me neither."
Daffy: "It's a crying shame. We gotta get new agents, we're gettin' screwed!"

Those Monstars'd wished they'd been never born!

You see, these aliens come from outer space, and they want to make us slaves in their theme park. Eh, what do we care? They're little, so we challenge them to a basketball game. But then they show up and they ain't so little, they're huge! We need to beat these guys, 'cause they're talking about slavery! They're gonna make us do stand-up comedy! The same jokes, every night, for all eternity! We're gonna be locked up like wild animals and then trotted out to perform for a bunch of lowbrow, bug-eyed, fat-headed, humor-challenged aliens! Eh, what I'm trying to say is... we need your help!!

Larry, I'm gonna give us both twos back there. We weren't in any emotional state to putt.

Charles Barkley: "It was this little girl, five-foot-nuthin'. She blocked my shot!"
Psychiatrist: "I see. And how long has this dream been recurring?"
Charles Barkley: "It wasn't a dream, it was real!"

"That was the saddest thing I've ever said."
"Saddest thing I've ever said is, 'One ticket for Space Jam 2.'"

If you're happy and you know it, you're probably annoying someone who isn't.

I am a duck bent on self-preservation.

Help me, please. I'm too moist and tender to retire!

Consequences, Schmonsequences. As long as I'm rich...

Go on! Shoot me again! I enjoy it! I love the smell of burnt feathers and gunpowder and cordite!

Don't take life too seriously. You'll never get out alive!

I know this defies the law of gravity, but I never studied law!

Of course I talk to myself. Because sometimes, I need expert advice.

So you call yourself a mounty. He he he, you can't catch me. Why, you couldn't even catch a cold.

Well, what did you expect in an opera? A happy ending?

Okay, okay I'm shuttin' up. Why should I continue to keep yappin' when I'm told to shut up? I'm not the kind that don't know when to stop.

Jumpin' without a parachute? Kinda dangerous, ain't it?

"There's no easy way to say this. Seven more Blockbusters closed. You're the last one on Earth."
"I don't love the pattern that's starting to emer...- hello?"

Mickey Mouse is, to me, a symbol of independence. He was a means to an end. He popped out of my mind onto a drawing pad twenty years ago on a train ride from Manhattan to Hollywood at a time when business fortunes of my brother Roy and myself were at lowest ebb and disaster seemed right around the corner. Born of necessity, the little fellow literally freed us of immediate worry.