Man
Don't worry maddle, not the all have a little bird? [pulls the whistle] All aboarrrrrrrd!
Tweety Bird
[while swinging in his cage]
♪ I'm a tweet wittle birdie in a gilded cage. ♪
♪ Tweety's my name, but I don't know my age. ♪
♪ I don't have to worry and that is that. ♪
♪ I'm safe in there from that old puddy tat. ♪
Sylvester
[Tweety stops singing and swinging and sees Sylvester]
Quit your back-and-forth around.
Tweety Bird
I tawt I taw a puddy tat. [looks again] I did! I did! I did taw a puddy tat.
