I hated Woody Woodpecker and Scooby-Doo, but I was a cartoon freak.
Repeat the truth so that the dull can grasp it! Repeat the truth with the speed of a woodpecker's beak making holes in tree trunks!
All bad jazz sounds like Woody Woodpecker.
I'll follow him to the ends of the earth,' she sobbed. Yes, darling. But the earth doesn't have any ends. Columbus fixed that.
The temple of truth has never suffered so much from woodpeckers on the outside as from termites within.