Creek: I'm starting to see why your friends dumped you.

Sylvester: I don't have any friends!

Wile: Sylvester! Sylvester!

Sylvester: Wile?

Wile: Sylvester, come back!

Daffy: We need you, baby!

Lola: And you need us!

Creek: Oh, there you go again, making it personal. I'll give you one last chance to give me the meteorite.

Taz: Oh, yeah? What you gonna do, hairy?

Creek: This.

Daffy: (gasps) We've got adorable company. Floor it!

Taz: Maybe I shouldn't have called him hairy!

(all screaming)

Lola: When I woke up this morning, this is not where I saw the day going!

Wile: Come on.

Sylvester: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey, hey, let's dial this down a notch, huh? Besides, you'll never get him. He's too good a driver.

Creek: Hmm. You're right. But now that I think of it, maybe it would be better to exploit his greatest weakness.

Sylvester: Exactly. Wait. (screams)

Wile: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Hold on. Hold it, hold it, hold it. Okay, okay. You win. You can have the space rock.

Creek: Good boy, Coyote.

Wile: Take the wheel. Not so fast. Pull him up first, or I'll use this.

Creek: Oh, come now.

Sylvester: (chuckling)

Wile: Do it, or you'll lose the rock.

Creek: If you insist. Cuddles! You want him? He's yours.

Sylvester: (grunts, yells, screaming)

Wile: Sylvester! No, no, no! Sylvester! Oh, no! Guys, I know it's crazy, but we're gonna jump it.

Taz: Crazy? You're finally speaking my language, chico. We're gonna make it!

Lola: No!

(all screaming)

Sylvester: You came back.

Wile: Sylvester. I should've been honest with you. I was afraid that if you knew I-I wanted to be good that you'd...

Sylvester: Act like a jerk and never talk to you again?

Wile (laughing): Yeah. Point is I... I-I-I, you know...

Sylvester: Yeah. I love you, too, buddy.

Daffy: This-this is so beautiful. Do you know how beautiful this is, you guys? (Sobbing)

Taz: Now... Now you're gonna make me cry.

Lola (sobbing): I know! So pathetic, right?

Wile: Come on, guys. Who said it was the end?

Creek: No, no, no, don't... No, no. Cuddles! We're losing altitude! We're losing altitude! We're going down!

Taz: (groans, coughs) What happened? Did we blow up? Is this heaven?