Tom: YOO HOO! HEY, TOOTS!
Jerry: Uh, what's cooking, Toots?
Toots: Boy, are you corny! You act like a square at the fair...
...a goon from Saskatoon.
You come on like a broken arm.
You're a sad apple, a long hair, a cornhusker. In other words...
...you don't send me. So bail out brother, get lost.
And here's your rat, cat.
Radio: Boy, are you corny.
How many times have you been told that?
Radio: How many girls have said "No, Horace, I can only be a sister to you"?
Get your boots laced up, buddy. Get hep to the jive.
Step in and see Smiling Sam, the zoot suit man.
Step out with a zoot suit...
Wear an ankle length jacket with 3 foot shoulders, pants that begin at the chin,...
...zoom to a 54 inch knee,...
...then fade softly into a 3 inch victory cuff.
Get hip. Get one. Get lost in a new zoot suit.
Tom: What's jumpin, chick?
Toots: You're really a sharp character!
A mellow little fellow. Now you collar my jive.
You're on the right side, you alligator, you.
Slip me some skin, my friend.
Tom: Well, all reet, well, all root, well, all right.
Toots: Let's dig a little righteous dive.
Latch on, Jackson. We're off.
When I'm with you, I'm what you call a hep cat.
I'm in the groove, darling.
Toots: Now you're really sending me, Jackson.
Tom: Now you set my soul on fire.
It's not just a little spark...
...It is a flame; a big roaring flame.
...it is burning, burning...
Tom: Say, something is burning around here!