Wile E. Coyote, Genius, scheming with scrap in Marvin’s backyard:
“So they want to play rough do they …”
“So they want to go “hi tech” do they …”
Wile E. Coyote, Genius:
MUA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HA-HAAAAA!!
Omega Supreme:
OMEGA SEE SIGNAL. OMEGA FLY YOU OFF MARS. YOU ARE SAFE.
Bugs: Fine by me!
Road Runner: MEEP MEEP!
Tweety: Okey Dokey!
Omega Supreme: NOT THE CAT
Azreal: Myurp?!?
Marvin:
The missile is fully assembled! I shall now apply more coats of prime-
Duck Dodgers:
HOLD it right there BUSTER! THIS is a RAID!
Marvin’s A-1 disintegrating pistol:
KA-DJZWERT!
Porky, looking down on a pile of atomized feather dust:
Oh D-D- oh D- Oh De- Ohh … not again.
Marvin:
As I was saying, it is now time to apply more coats of primer and that will be followed by some of K9’s dye product reminiscent of earthly chlorophyll.
Porky’s Acme integrating pistol:
DJOYOYOyoyoyoyoing!
Duck Dodgers:
AHAA!! Look Bub! I’ll go easy on you this time, but if I ever catch you again trespassing onto Martian property, you’re gonna get it and I’m not kidding!
Porky:
Yes Oh Brave Sir Knight of the Round Orbit Sir.