Little John: Don’t you worry, never fear. Robin Hood will soon be here.

Sheriff: Stop! Stop! You can't go in there! You're not allowed in there! This is the King's private garden! You're standing on royal ground!

Bugs: Royal ground? You mean to say that this ground is better than that ground over there?

Sheriff: Yes, it is.

Bugs: Oh, I don't know. Now, you take this piece of ground over here. Now here's a nice piece of property. Level, fruit trees, choice view, improvements already in. Eh, what type of house was you planning?

Sheriff: Well, I... I sort of had a six-room Tudor in mind.

Bugs: Then this is the just the place for you, and it's priced just right. But, uh, first, uh... Are you a veteran?

Sheriff: No, I'm a...

Bugs: Good, then it'll be easy. Here, just sign on the dotted line.

Sheriff: Well, uh... couldn't I call you later? You see, I...

Bugs: Well, I don't know. You see, there was a couple here from Kansas City looking at this place this morning, and they...

Sheriff: All right! I'll sign! I'll sign! Here!

Bugs: You'll never regret it, my friend. This place will double in value inside six months.

(Presumably weeks later, the Sheriff is pounding nails in a half-finished house in the middle of the garden. Slow take as he realizes what he has done.)

Sheriff: Ooh! I hate myself! I do! I do! I do!

(He hits himself in the head with his hammer.)

Bugs (as King): Sheriff of Nottingham, in gratitude for your faithful service, I shall knight thee.

Sheriff: Your most gracious Majesty.

Bugs (as King): In the name of my most royal Majesty, I knight thee. (Hits Sheriff with scepter.) Arise, Sir Loin of Beef. (Hit.) Arise, Earl of Cloves. (Hit.) Arise, Duke of Brittingham. (Hit.) Arise, Baron of Munchausen. (Hit.) Arise, Essence of Myrrh... (Hit.) Milk of Magnesia... (Hit.) Quarter of Ten.

Sheriff: You are too kind, Your Majesty.