Daffy Duck: Look, you want a duck, right? And you want a duck, right? Well, both of you can't have me. Look, I'll tell you what. We'll settle this in a sporting fashion. You see that lonesome pine over there? Whoever reaches that tree will get tender, juicy me as first prize. On your marks, get set, go!
[they run]
Daffy Duck: So long, chumps!

Daffy Duck: Obviously, I am dealing with inferior mentalities!

Daffy Duck: Oh, it's you! You gotta excuse my nerves. You see, it's duck season, and confidentially, I'm a duck.

Daffy Duck: To Elmer, disguised as a female duck: "You need someone who appreciates the finer things in life... Speaking of which, I have some lovely etchings up in my apartment." Looks around cautiously. "Wait right here, I'll bring'em down."

Elmer Fudd: How am I ever going to catch that scwewy duck?
Daffy Duck: Precisely what I was thinking, my little Nimrod.