Rabbit Every Monday
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- [singing, as he cooks carrots] Oh carrots are divine, you get a dozen for a dime, it's magic. They fry, a song begins; they roast and I hear violins, it's magic. Why do I kid myself? Other loves that I have are all really few. When in my heart I know, the magic's my love for you.
- [last lines] I don't ask questions. I just have fun!
- I smell carrots a-cooking, and where there's carrots, there's rabbits.
- YEEA-HOO! That consarn idjit rabbit bit my nose! Come outta there, ya flea-bitten varmint, before I blast the fur clean off'n yer carcass!