Tweety:
[as Sylvester is bouncing up to the birdhouse on a trampoline]
Bad ol' putty tat!
[Hits him in the head]
Tweety:
You fwighten me!
[Sprays seltzer in his face]
Tweety:
You make my widdle heart qwiver!
[Sylvester wears a helmet this time. As he rockets down, he sticks his tongue out at Tweety]
Tweety:
[the next time he comes up, Tweety puts a stick of dynamite into the helmet, which explodes offscreen]
Bad ol' putty tat!
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