Birds Anonymous (1957)

Mel Blanc: Sylvester, Tweety, Clarence, B.A. Cats, Sam, TV Chef, Radio Announcer

Quotes 

• Tweety : Oh, Mr. Putty tat. Don't you wike me anymore?

  Sylvester : I think... I think... I think you're... I think you're... *delicious!*

  [unchains himself from the radiator and goes after Tweety. A plunger covers Sylvester's mouth] 

  Clarence : I'm sorry I had to do that. I was afraid you might be weakening.

  Sylvester : Yes, I *did* weaken. Thanks a lot!

• Sylvester : [On the floor, crying]  I can't stand it! I gotta have a bird! I'm weak! I'm weak, but I don't care! I can't help it! After all, I *am* a pussycat!

• Clarence : I wouldn't do that if I were you. If I were you, I'd put him back. It can only lead to self destruction. It only takes one bird to start you, and before you know it, it's two birds, then three. Suddenly, without realizing it, you're a victim. Then one day... the end of the road.

• Clarence : Our new member has come to us for help. Would someone volunteer to tell what B.A. has done for him?

  B.A. Cat #1 : I was a three-bird-a-day pussycat, until B.A. helped me.

  [Applause] 

  B.A. Cat #2 : Being on a bird kick cost me five homes. B.A. helped me solve my problem.

  [Applause] 

  Sylvester : Fellow members, from now on my motto is: Birds is strictly for the birds.

  [Applause] 

• Clarence : [after Sylvester has broken down crying after trying to resist eating Tweety]  Oh come now, there's no need for this demonstration, birds and cats can live together in brotherly love, watch

  [to Tweety] 

  Clarence : come here little bird

  [Tweety flies into his hand] 

  Clarence : here you see I really love birds

  [kisses Tweety and after he does he licks his lips and sweats uncontrollably then tries to eat him] 

  Sylvester : [Clarence laughs hysterically and chases after Tweety]  Stop it!

  [grabs a hold of him] 

  Clarence : Let me go, let me go, I gotta have it, one little bird, just one!

  Sylvester : Control yourself!

  Clarence : It's been so long, so long, let me go, let me go!

• Tweety : [writing in his diary after Sylvester doesn't try to eat him]  Dear Diary, I know you won't bewieve *this*!

• [last lines] 

  Tweety : Like I said before: once a bad old putty tat, always a bad old putty tat.