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

I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.

Suggestions?" I asked [...] Marc never took his gaze from the cage. "Get the hose.

"You already said that," Sabine said, folding the wrapper back from her burger. "You said it a lot, actually. Which supports my theory that apologies are basically pointless. They don't fix anything, right? That's why I rarely bother."

Then strong, warm arms wrapped around me from behind. "I've got you," Tod whispered in my ear.

You don't know me. Don't ever think you know me. The only things you know about me are the things you made me do, and that illustrates your character, not mine.

The other three incoming calls were from his building superintendent, his pharmacy and a telephone survey company." "Bastards. They always call during dinner." Liv laughed as I slid the sliced steak onto a platter and topped it with sautéed vegetables. "Forget crime lords and corrupt politicians - telemarketers are the root of all evil." "Now you're getting it.