- Seymour S. Sassafras: Now of course it's all very nice here, thanks to Peter Cottontail and... hmm? You've never heard of Peter Cottontail? Great chattering chick-chicks!
- [taking his hat off and speaking into it]
- Seymour S. Sassafras: They've never heard of Peter Cottontail!
- Sassafras's Hat: They've never heard of Peter Cottontail?
- Peter Cottontail: But - I-I never *dreamed* I'd get to be Chief Easter Bunny!
- [his ear droops]
- Col. Wellington B. Bunny: Peter, you're telling a fib. And every time you tell a fib, your left ear droops.
- Peter Cottontail: Oh...
- [chuckles nervously]
- Peter Cottontail: well, I - guess I did think about the job once or twice.
- [his ear inches halfway back up]
- Peter Cottontail: Uh, lots of times.
- [his ear springs straight up]
- Col. Wellington B. Bunny: Peter... good heavens, Peter, my boy, you've got to shape up and reform if you want to be Chief Easter Bunny.
- Col. Wellington B. Bunny: Therefore, I have decided that whoever delivers the most eggs tomorrow, Easter, will be the new ruler of April Valley!
- Peter Cottontail: George Washington always had green eggs. Why, they were traditional at Mount Vernon, when he chopped down the uh - lime tree?
- [his ear droops]
- Woman: George Washington couldn't tell a fib. I can't say the same for Georgie bunnies.
- Seymour S. Sassafras: You see? That was magic bubble gum, guaranteed to seal the lips of an alarm clock rooster. Those bubbles cock-a-doodle-dooed so far away that Peter never heard them. He slept on and on and on all through Easter day.
- Seymour S. Sassafras: I'm a peddler by trade; by trade, and by golly, by golly, by golly, I deal in magic, and moonbeams, and pretty, pretty colors. Ohhhhh, yes. I could sell you the most perfect pink, or the most blissful blue, or a simply euphoric yellow.
- Seymour S. Sassafras: [seeing Peter sleeping on his foot] Uh, beg pardon, Peter.
- Peter Cottontail: [awakening] Huh?
- Seymour S. Sassafras: You're sleeping on my big toe. You really must have been tuckered out to use a big toe as a pillow.
- Peter Cottontail: Gee... I'm sorry, Mr. Sassafras.
- Seymour S. Sassafras: [chuckles] Well, that's all right. It's my pleasure, Peter. Rather, my big toe's pleasure.
- Seymour S. Sassafras: And because the control wires were all fouled up, Easter was lost, and they crashed right down in the middle of Mother's Day.
- Seymour S. Sassafras: But Peter was so sure he'd win the next day, that instead of getting lots of sleep, he had a big party with all his friends, and it was very late when he finally went to bed.
- Col. Wellington B. Bunny: [seeing a photo of Peter Cottontail while thumbing through other photos of prospective Chief Easter Bunnies] Wait! Peter Cottontail! Just a moment, now *here's* a likely candidate.
- Colonel Bunny's Assistant: Well, I really don't think Cottontail's your man, sir. I mean, he is boastful, he has no sense of responsibility, and sometimes - sometimes, he fibs.
- Col. Wellington B. Bunny: Oh, well, I know he's not perfect, but he's got *real* spunk and ingenuity. Reminds me of me when I was his age.
- January Q. Irontail: [steals the eggs Peter has foolishly left unattended on the sidewalk] Careless, careless!