Tweety Quotes

I thawt I thaw a putty tat.” “I did, I did thee a putty tat" Finished with his Tweety Bird imitation, he grinned unpleasantly at me. “Now, then, luv, let’s get down to business

I've seen this episode. This is the one where Sylvester eats Tweety.

He has a great smile, a cat's smile. He should cough out yellow Tweety Bird feathers, the way he smiles at me.

Man's wobbly little mind isn't equipped for hauling around the great unknowns. Very few people realize, there's no point chasing after answers to life's important questions. They all have fickle, highly whimsical minds of their own. Nevertheless. If you're patient, if you don't rush them, when they're ready, they'll smash into you. And don't be surprised if afterward you're speechless and there are cartoon Tweety Birds chirping around your head.

.... kamu tahu sempurna itu apa? .... Sempurna adalah Sylvester makan Tweety. Begitu Sylvester nyantap si burung kuning itu, maka semua perjuangan selesai, dan usahanya itu berakhir seempurna .... saat semuanya berakhir sempurna, serial Tweety-nya tamat.

It’s not logical for a bird to be that big,” I bite out. Really, it’s not. Tweety Bird? The love of my life. Big Bird? I don’t trust that ho. Plus, have they seen his nest? He probably hides bodies in it.

It’s the cutest damn laugh I’ve ever heard. Like a tweety bird mated with an evil cartoon villain.

And suddenly I was lying on the floor looking up at the ceiling, my face numb. At least, numb until the adrenaline vanished and pain flooded into every nerve of my skull. I blinked away stars and Tweety Birds, to see Dec and Abe standing above me and looking down, both of their faces frozen in different ways: DECLAN / ABE Worry / Worry Shock / Shock Anger / Mortification Rage / Guilt hating seeing loved one hurt / hating having hurt a friend about to go Hulk-like / wanting to run, but standing his ground

A figure barred their way. It hadn’t been there a moment ago but it looked permanent now. It seemed to have been made of snow, three balls of snow piled on one another. It had black dots for eyes. A semi-circle of more dots formed the semblance of a mouth. There was a carrot for the nose. And, for the arms, two twigs. At this distance, anyway. One of them was holding a curved stick. A raven wearing a damp piece of red paper landed on one arm. ‘Bob bob bob?’ it suggested. ‘Merry Solstice? Tweetie tweet? What are you waiting for? Hogswatch?’ The dogs backed away. The snow broke off the snowman in chunks, revealing a gaunt figure in a flapping black robe. Death spat out the carrot. HO. HO. HO.

As I went down, tweety bird and all her hombres danced around me.

Only in his mind, Tweety wasn’t bopping that dumb ole puddy-tat over the head with a mallet or sticking a mousetrap in front of his questing paw; what Lloyd saw was Sylvester strapped into Old Sparky while the parakeet perched on a stool by a big switch. He could even see the guard’s cap on Tweety’s little yellow head.

Ja, ik zou maar snel wegvliegen, Tweety! - Holly

We’ve all heard of the Spidey sense: the tingling sensation by which Peter Parker detected trouble in the vicinity. Why not have a Tweety sense?

Nechci podceňovat hybridní válku, ale největší koluze — prolnutí vlády cizím subjektem a jeho zájmy — ve Spojených státech amerických vůbec neprobíhá ze strany Ruska, ale ze světa korporátního lobbingu. Ten využívá Trumpovu politickou slabost i jeho unikátní schopnost klauna odvést pozornost od důležitých věcí skandálními tweety a stupidními vystoupeními. Ostatně přesně tak to popsal anonymní komentář v The New York Times, v němž se člen Trumpovy administrativy chlubil, jak zmateného prezidenta usměrňují tím „správným“ směrem.

Our pets had always been turtles and fish, and once we had a canary that wouldn’t shut up. Jenny named it The Artist Formerly Known As Tweety. We called it Art.

He cocks a finger at her. “I knew you’d know where I put that. Thanks, Tweety bird.” “He always messes up the important stuff,” Zoe says on a sigh. “He’s such a man.

The butter was real of course. Daddy had a fetish about using only real butter. As he handed it to me, I noticed the hue was brash and yellow, almost like the artificial color used in the making of cheap Margarine. The boysenberry preserves were recently purchased. The glass had a bright red foil label with intricate embossed wording and as I turend the lid, I heard the sucking sound of the seal breaking. Daddy looked over, concerned, until I carefully laid the jar of jam on the counter, pushing it toward him. "I can do everything Tweetie Bird," he said to me. I smiled, embarrassed at my old nickname from when I was a child and nodded my head.

The butter was real of course. Daddy had a fetish about using only real butter. As he handed it to me, I noticed the hue was brash and yellow, almost like the artificial color used in the making of cheap Margarine. The boysenberry preserves were recently purchased. The glass had a bright red foil label with intricate embossed wording and as I turned the lid, I heard the sucking sound of the seal breaking. Daddy looked over, concerned, until I carefully laid the jar of jam on the counter, pushing it toward him. "I can do everything Tweetie Bird," he said to me. I smiled, embarrassed at my old nickname from when I was a child and nodded my head.