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: You won a hundred and twenty samoleans? Wimpy
: You know how many hamburgers that is?
: Where ain't they? Wimpy
: They ain't on the commodore's boat. Popeye
: That's where they ain't? Well if that's where they ain't, I'll prove to you that that's where they ain't.
: What are you doing, there? No childs 'o mine will be exploiticated for ill-gotten gains.
: Yeah, that's true. You're gonna be president one day... Olive Oyl
: It is not ill-gotten, it's GOOD-gotten gains. These races will clothe us, and feed us, and save us. Popeye
: Wrong is wrong, even when it helps ya. Wimpy
: The horses are at the gates. Olive Oyl
: I think family is more important than dumb morality, hmm?
] I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
: What is that glop you're eating? Wimpy
: It's a soup burger. These are difficult times. Burgers can't be choosers.
: Rough House? One genuine hamburger for the gentleman. I'm buying. Rough House
: Who's paying? Wimpy
: I'm buying. He's paying.
: [Wimpy is serving as referee in a boxing match between Oxblood Oxheart and Castor Oyl
] Gentlemen, you know the rules - there *are* no rules. This is a fight to the finish. The first man who's dead loses.
: Attention everybody! Alarm! Abu Hassan the bandit has escaped, last seen headed thataway! Wimpy
: Whichaway? Radio
: [a finger popping out
[steals Wimpy's hamburger
: Whoa! Man the arms!
[starts a seaplane
: Popeye, Olive Oyl has collapsed completely! Popeye
: Whoa! Come on, keep your back up tight, Olive!
[makes Olive walk on fours like a camel
[in the desert, Wimpy sees a table laden with...
[rushes forwards, but it disappears
: Oh, what a disappointment. Popeye
: Oh, Wimpy... would you care to join us, young fella? You know, that's just one of them invisible garages that you can't see on the desert, that's all.
[Wimpy is unknowingly robbed of sausages, twice
: What, another illusion? I can't understand it...
[a duck pops up on Sindbad's island
: Ooh, luncheon!
[follows the duck with a meat grinder
[Wimpy chases a duck but it escapes him
: Fowled again... I must resort to my last hamburger.
[which is stolen by the duck
: Drops that cow! You oughts to be kind to dumb aminals. Wimpy
: I would make very kind hamburgers, sir.
: The kind sailor gave me this spinach to make spinach burgers. Moo!
: Sir, have you seen any hamburgers go by?
] There's nothing in the world that can compare / With a hamburger, juicy and rare. / A hamburger lives for the pleasure it gives; / It's a thrill on the bill of fare. / Such heavenly food deserves the best: / A home and contentment beneath my vest. / There's nothing in the world that's so divine / As a hamburger, tender and fine - / I adore you, hamburger mine!
: I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
: Come on in for a duck dinner. You bring the ducks.