You crazy rabbit! I'm out there risking my neck for you, and what are you doing? Singing and dancing!
But I'm a toon. Toons are supposed to make people laugh.
You don't understand. Those people needed to laugh.
Then when they're done laughing, they'll call the cops. That guy Angelo would rat on you for a nickel.
Not Angelo. He'd never turn me in.
Why? Because you made him laugh?
That's right! A laugh can be a very powerful thing. Why, sometimes in life, it's the only weapon we have.
No, thanks, Eddie. I'm tryin' to cut down.
But I don't want the drink!
He doesn't want the drink.
[takes the drink]
Listen! When I say "I do", that means I do!
[Roger drinks the glass, causing him to leap into the air and emit the same ear-piercing whistling sound as before in Maroon's office, breaking multiple bottles and glasses. Eddie fights the weasels, smashing all the tables and breaking bottles. As the drink's effect on Roger wears out, he nearly falls in the dip, but Valiant catches him]
Got you, kid! [knocks over the barrel of dip to slow down Doom]
Come on, Eddie! Let's get outta here! Move it, pops! YIKES!! [he and Eddie rush outside] Yeah! That was quick thinking, Eddie! Nothin' like using the ol' spine flower, the wise noodle, the smart puddin'!
Roger, let's use this! [grabs Roger and throws him in the weasels van]
Let's get outta here! What are you waiting for?!
[They both hear a voice from the back]
HEY, YOU WEASELS! LET ME OUTTA HERE, WILL YA?! COME ON! I'VE GOTTA MAKE A LIVING!
[opens the hatch and looks back]
Benny, is that you?
[sarcastically]
No, it's Eleanor Roosevelt. Come on, Roger. Get me outta here!
[squeezes through the hatch and the love letter to Jessica falls into Eddie's lap. He puts it in his pocket]
Eddie! We got ourselves a ride! Open the doors!
[Eddie opens the van doors and a toon taxi cab named Benny leaps out]
Ah! That's better! I can't believe they locked me up for driving on a sidewalk!
Well, we're not going anywhere in my car. Let's take yours.
I have a feeling someone already did.
From the looks of it I'd say it was Roger. My honey bunny was never very good behind the wheel.
Better lover than a driver, huh?
You'd better believe it, buster.
Several months ago I had the good providence to stumble upon this plan of the city council's. A construction plan of epic proportions. They're calling it a freeway.
Freeway? What the hell's a freeway?
Eight lanes of shimmering cement running from here to Pasadena. Smooth, safe, fast. Traffic jams will be a thing of the past.
So that's why you killed Acme and Maroon? For this freeway? I don't get it.
Of course not. You lack vision. I see a place where people get on and off the freeway. On and off, off and on all day, all night. Soon, where Toontown once stood will be a string of gas stations, inexpensive motels, restaurants that serve rapidly prepared food. Tire salons, automobile dealerships and wonderful, wonderful billboards reaching as far as the eye can see. My God, it'll be beautiful.
Come on! Nobody's going to drive this lousy freeway when they can take the Red Car for a nickel.
Oh, they'll drive. They'll have to. You see, I bought the Red Car so I could dismantle it.
How much do you know about show business, Mr. Valiant?
Only that there is no business like it, no business I know.
Yeah. And there's no business more expensive. I'm 25 grand over budget on the latest Baby Herman cartoon. You saw the rabbit blowing his lines. He can't keep his mind on his job. You know why?
One too many refrigerators dropped on his head?
Nah, he's a toon. You can drop anything you want on his head, he'll shake it off. But break his heart, goes to pieces just like you and me.
What are you going to do to me, Valiant?
I'm going to listen to you spin the Cloverleaf scenario; the story of greed, sex and murder. And the parts that I don't like, I'm going to edit out.
You got it all wrong, I'm a cartoon maker, not a murderer!
Everybody's gotta have a hobby.
C Cameraman
All right. That's it, Jack!
RJ Raoul J. Raoul
Cut, cut, cut, cut, cut!
What the hell was wrong with that take?!
RJ Raoul J. Raoul
Nothing with you, Baby Herman. You were great. You were perfect. You were better than perfect! It's just Roger, he keeps blowing his lines! Roger, what is this?
RJ Raoul J. Raoul
"A tweeting bird?!" Roger, read this script! Look what it says. It says, "Rabbit gets clunked, rabbit sees stars." Not birds, stars! Can we lose the playback, please! You're killing me, killing me!
For crying out loud, Roger! How the hell many times we have to do this damn scene?! Raoul! I'll be in my trailer, takin' a nap! [Walks between a woman's legs]
RJ Raoul J. Raoul
My stomach can't take this. This is a mess, clean this set up! Get him out of there, or seal him up in it. Lose the lights! Say Lunch! That's lunch we're on a half!
P-p-please, Raoul. I can give you stars. Just drop the refrigerator on my head one more time.
RJ Raoul J. Raoul
Roger, I've dropped it on your head 23 times already.
I can take it, don't worry about me.
RJ Raoul J. Raoul
I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about the refrigerator.
Okay, nobody move! All right, weasel, grab some sky or I'll let the judge have it! You heard me, I said drop it!
That's right, my dear. I'd love to embrace you, but first, I have to satisfy my sense of moral outrage!
Put that gun down, you buck-toothed fool!
That's it, Doom. Give me another excuse to pop you full of lead. So you thought you could get away with it, didn't you? Ha! We toons may act idiotic, but we're not stupid. We demand justice. Why, the real meaning of the word probably hits you like a "ton of bricks"!
[a ton of bricks falls on Roger]
Roger! Roger, say something!
Look, stars! Ready when you are, Raoul.
Tie the lovebirds together.