Bonkers

(the plane that Pits chose is taxing around the airport in a crazy manner) Pits: Don't you know how to fly this thing?! (the pilot seat turns around and it's Bonkers) Bonkers: Actually, no.

Sgt. Grating: Toons to the right of me! Toons to the left of me! It's driving me crazy! Pits: Sheesh! Humans have no sense of humor.

Miranda: Don't you know smoking's bad for your health? Pits: Hey, I've been blown up two thousand one hundred and sixty-six times! You think I'm worried about a little cigar smoke?

(Miranda and Sgt. Grating are handcuffed to chairs and being held hostage by Pits) Sgt. Grating: I gotta get outta here and turn this thing around. Miranda: Love to help ya on that, sir. But I'm a little tied up (points to the handcuffs) right now. Sgt. Grating: Would you rather just sit around 'till Bobcat gets us blown up? Miranda: Hey. He never let us down before...um, in any big permanent kind of way.

Bonkers: Chief! That's it! When you just can't think, when you're mind is mud, when your brain is a total vacuum tube. What do ya do? Kanifky: Well, I nap. Bonkers: No. You watch television.

Bonkers: How was I to know that Pits wanted to be the first toon on Good Morning, Hollywood? Kanifky: Well, Bonzo, you can't think of everything. Bonkers: Yeah, but sometimes I can't think of anything.

Bonkers: (speaking through a loudspeaker) Pits! You've got five seconds to surrender the Sarge or I'll be forced to...to...really insult you a lot!

(Bonkers gets hit by a police car and the grill leaves an imprint on his backside) Bonkers: Talk about leaving an impression.

Pits: (holding a bomb and threatening to light it if Sgt. Grating and Miranda don't drop their guns) Drop 'em or we're all kibble!

Bonkers: Gee, if it wasn't for work, I could stay home and watch my very favorite anvil gag. (groans) Life is so unfair sometimes.

Bonkers: (laughs) The flower pot gag, pure genius!