- Hitchcock-type Narrator: Well, you got away from the law, didn't you?
- [Sylvester nods]
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: I bet you wish you could get away from your conscience that easily.
- Sylvester: Ah, conscience, shmonshience! That bird doesn't even enter my mind.
- [turns on the radio]
- Radio Announcer: And now your local company will present gas chamber music for - I, I, I, I mean your local gas company will present chamber music for your enjoyment.
- [Sylvester perks up and switches off the radio]
- [last lines]
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: In the words of the Bard: "Conscience makes cowards of us all".
- Sylvester: [offscreen] Ah, shut up!
- [hits the narrator in the head, forming a lump which remains in the silhouette as he walks away]
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: Good evening.
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: [to Sylvester] Well, you did it, didn't you, cat?
- Sylvester: [panting] Yeah, yeah...
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: You got rid of that helpless little blue-eyed menace to society, didn't you?
- Sylvester: [chuckling] Yeah. Yeah.
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: Sardines and milk wouldn't have done it. You had to commit murder.
- Sylvester: [shocked] *Murder*?
- [laughing]
- Sylvester: That's silly! Ridiculous! Murder...
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: Of course, there's a good chance they'll never find out who committed this horrible crime.
- [Sylvester notices newspapers headlining the police hunt for a criminal called "The Cat"]
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: Are you nervous, pussycat?
- Sylvester: Yep.
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: Why don't you try reading? That always helps.
- Sylvester: Yeah. Yeah, that's a good idea, and besides, reading is good for you.
- [picks a book from the shelf, sits down and reads it]
- Sylvester: Once upon a time there lived three birds - a mama bird, a papa bird, and a cute little... blue eyed... baby bird.
- [drops the book and screams]
- [first lines]
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: Tonight, ladies and gentlemen, we bring you a story about murder.
- Sylvester: [crying hysterically] I can't take it anymore! I just can't! After all, I am a pussycat with normal weaknesses! Other pussycats have eaten birds! Why pick on me? Why?
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: Why don't you give yourself up?
- Sylvester: What was that?
- Hitchcock-type Narrator: I said, why don't you give yourself up and accept the consequences?
- Sylvester: Yeah, yeah, I'll give myself up! I'll throw myself on their mercy! I did it! I'm guilty! I can't take it anymore! I give up! I'm the killer!
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