Sir O of K: Surrender, varlet. Thou art the prisoner of me lance.

Bugs: I art? And whomsoever art thou, in thy cast-iron tuxedo?

Sir O of K: I, knave, am Sir O of K, Earl of Watercress, Sir Osis of the Liver, Knight of the Garter, and Baron of Wooster-cester-shister-shyster-schuster-schuster-sister-shire... shire.

Bugs: My, he's a big one! Hey, eh, look, pressure cooker. I bet you know a lot of my friends. Ooh! Like, uh, Duke of Ellington? Count of Basie? Earl of Hines? Cab of Calloway? Satchmo of Armstrong?

Sir O of K: Upstarts and rogues. Never heard of them.