Porky Pig's Feat (1943) - LOONEY TUNES HD 1080p

Porky Pig and Daffy Duck are hosted on the Hotel called Broken Arms Hotel. Daffy Duck gambled away his and Porky's money in the dices therefore they owe an outrageous sum to the hotel. The manager thwarts their efforts to escape without paying their bill. What a trouble!

Produced by Leon Schlesinger Studios

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Porky Pig's Feat (1943)

Any similarity between this hotel and hotels
- living or dead - is purely co-incidental

Broken Arms Hotel

B-B-Broken Arms B-Bill

Room, uh, six-sixty-five dollars.
Bath. Tete-ten dollars and fifty cents.

T-t-total a hundred-and-fifty-two-dollars
and fifty cents.

You will of course pay the bill now
before you leave, no?

Uh, n-no... I mean yes!

My partner Daffy will be r-r-right back.

He's out c-c-cashing a cheque.

Come on seven.
Be good to Daffy.

Don't fail me now.

Uh-oh.
Snake eyes.

Too bad.

You is a dead duck, duck.

Don't worry, Daffy will be here
in a minute with the bil-b-bil money.

Well, I hope so.

Insulting my integrity,
eh, fatso?

Insinuating I'd flee this
flea-bitten dump, EH FATSO?

Intimating I'd abscond with your financial
remunerations...

EH, fatso?

Hey, look. A Dick Tracy character:
Pruneface!

You had insult me!

We meet on the field of honor!

My card.

You've had your coffee ratio
for this week, Robespierre.

You have insult me!

We meet on the field of onion!

Fly paper

My card, you cad.

And you don't get out
until you pay up!

My card, please.

I guess I showed that overstuffed turnip.

What???

Yipe.

M-m-me too, yipe.

Ok, we'll pay,
we'll pay.

Let me see now. How much was it?
How much?

Sold to an American.

Monotonous, isn't it?

Hurry up, Daffy.

Don't dilly, don't dilly...

Time's a-wasting!

One for the money, two for the show,
three to get ready, and four to...

Geronimo!

Broken Arms Hotel

I can't stand it.
I can't stand it.

It's getting me.
I'm going stir crazy,

Bastille batty, cooler cuckoo!

Look at my prison pallor.

I'm as black as a sheet!

G-gosh, if B-Bugs Bunny was only here.

Yeah, Bugs Bunny, my hero.

He can get out of any spot.

I saw him in a L-L-Leon Schlesinger
cartoon once.

The hunter had him covered.

And he g-g-grabbed the gun.

And bang!
The hunter fell.

What a guy. Nothing can hold him.

He'll get us out of here.

Hello, Central?
Give me Bugs Bunny.

Hello, Bugs, this is Daffy.

Eh, what's up, duck?

That palooka manager has got us
locked up in the Broken Arms Hotel.

We thought you could help us get out.

- Eh, did you try the elevator?
- Yes.

- Eh, throw him down the stairs?
- Yes.

- You were defeat?
- Yes.

- Swing across on the rope?
- Yes.

We tried all those ways.

Ah, don't work, do they?

That's all, folks!