Quotes
Popeye: [to a photo of his Pappy] Poppa. Pretty soon, you and me are going to be together again, huh? Yeah. Thirty years ain't that long. Besides, next Wednesday's our annual-versity. Yeah? Yeah. Stay alive. That's all I'm axskin' you. Good night, Poppa.
Share thisPopeye: Another thing I got is a sensk of humiligration. Now, maybe you swabs can pool your intelligensk and sees that I'm axking you for an apologeky.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Children. They're just smaller versions of us you know, but I'm not so crazy about me in the first place, so why would I want one of them?
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Eat that spinach.
Popeye: I don't wanna eat that spinach.
Poopdeck Pappy: Eat that spinach, you brat!
Popeye: I don't wanna eat that spinach!
Poopdeck Pappy: Uuuuuggggghhh!
Popeye: I don't wanna eat that spinach! I don't wanna! Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!
Poopdeck Pappy: You eat that spinach!
Popeye: Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
Poopdeck Pappy: You disobedient brat!
Popeye: Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!
Poopdeck Pappy: You was disobedient when you was two, and you're still disobedient now!
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: You wouldn't eat your spinach. Spinach what kept our family strong for thousands of years. And what does me only oxspring do with it?
Popeye, Poopdeck Pappy: He spits it up!
Share thisPopeye: I know you ain't down there. Now where ain't me Swee'Pea?
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Eat your spinach, you no good infink. Eat it. EAT IT. Eat it.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Children. They cry at you when they're young, they yell at you when they're older, they borrows from you when they's middle-aged and they leave you alone to die. Without even paying you back.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: His mother ups and dies, and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
Popeye: She choked on it, pop.
Poopdeck Pappy: His poppa out of work, and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
Popeye: It wasn't my fault.
Poopdeck Pappy: The whole country in a depressigan. Oooooohhhh, and he wouldn't eat is spinach.
Popeye: That was Coolidge, Poppa.
Poopdeck Pappy: His poppa going hungry. Going off to steal. Stealing what?
Poopdeck Pappy, Popeye: Spinach!
Poopdeck Pappy: So his ungrate son could grow up big and strong.
[Popeye throws the spinach behind his back]
Poopdeck Pappy: You know what I done? You know what I done when the G Man catched me and thrung me in jail?
Popeye: No.
Poopdeck Pappy: Hmm? I laughed.
Popeye: Yeah. You laughed?
Poopdeck Pappy: I laughed a whole year. Ha ha ha.
Share thisPopeye: I'm your one and only exspring. See, we got the same bulgy arms.
Poopdeck Pappy: No resemblance.
Popeye: We-we got the same squinky eye.
Poopdeck Pappy: What squinky eye?
Popeye: That's going to be hard for you to see. Oh, we even got the same pipe, Pap.
Poopdeck Pappy: You idiot, you can't inherit a pipe! Ooh, I am poppa to no male. Nor no female child. That no court could prove otherwise.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: It is an octupussy.
Share thisPopeye: If I was gonna be Swee'Pea's mother, I should've at least let Olive be his father. Or viska versa. I ain't man enough to be no mother.
Share thisPopeye: Ya got a room for renk?
Nana Oyl: What for what?
Popeye: Renk, renk. Your sign says ya got a room for renk.
Nana Oyl: Oh, my stars and gardens! My mind was a million miles away. Come in before you catch your death of mud.
Popeye: Mud?
[Reads name on mailbox]
Popeye: Oyls. That explains it. She's down a quart.
Share thisNana Oyl: Olive, will you show Mister... Mister...
Popeye: Oh. Popeye, ma'am.
Nana Oyl: Mr. Eye the spare room?
Share thisOlive Oyl: You won a hundred and twenty samoleans?
Wimpy: You know how many hamburgers that is?
Share thisPopeye: I oughta busk you right in the mush.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Children. You give them everything they want. Give them candy and a lot of toys and what do you get in return? You get a lot of noise: Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah, my poppa's a mean old man.
Share thisPopeye: Oh, what am I? Some kind of barnicle on the dinghy of life? Oh, I ain't no doctors, but I knows that I'm losing me patience. What am I? Some kind of judge or lawyers? Maybe not, but I knows what law suitks me.
[to the prositute]
Popeye: Careful there, don't ruffle me feathers. What am I? I ain't no physcikisk, but I knows what matters. What am I? I'm Popeye the Sailor.
Share thisPopeye: Bluto. Even though you're bigger than me, you can't win, 'cause you're bad, and the good always wins over the bad.
Share thisPopeye: [singing] I yam what I yam and I yam what I yam that I yam / And I got a lotta muscle and I only gots one eye / And I'll never hurt nobodys and I'll never tell a lie / Top to me bottom and me bottom to me top / That's the way it is 'til the day that I drop, what am I? / I yam what I yam.
Share thisBluto: [singing] I'm so mean, I had a dream of beatin' myself up. 'Broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then, I choked myself to death and broke the choke, and woke up. Aaaarrrrrrgh. I'm mean. You know what I mean. If you know what I mean, you'll know what I mean! I'm mean! Meaner than... , I sure am mean. Yeah, mean. I'm meaner than that. You know what I mean. I'm so damn mean! I'm mean!
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: I never seen anything like this before in me life, talking to your poor old father like that, you disobedient brat. You're spoiled. That's what you are, spoiled.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Stand to, you swab! You're casking shadows on Poopdeck Pappy. Pride of the Pacifiric. And father to the shark. Brother to the piranhaca. Cousin to the killer whale. And uncle to the octupussy.
Share thisPopeye: They've got me Olive Oyl and Swee'Pea.
Poopdeck Pappy: Olive Oyl? Swee'Pea? What are you doing? Making a salad?
Share thisPopeye: 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.
Share thisChorus: [singing] He's Popeye the Sailor Man. He's Popeye the Sailor Man. He's strong to the finich cause he eats his spinach, he's Popeye the sailor man.
Popeye: [singing] I'm one tough gazookas that hates all palookas that ain't on the up and square. I biffs 'em and buffs 'em and always out-roughs 'em and none of 'em gets nowhere.
Chorus: [singing] If anyone dashes to risks his fists, it's buff, and it's wham, understand?
Popeye: [singing] So keep good behavior, it's your one lifesaver, with Popeye the Sailor Man.
Share thisPopeye: [to the Oyls when they enter the Gambling den] Oh, what is this? A house of ill repukes? Ooh, who'd bring me infant to this den of immoraliky? Don't touch nothin'. You might get a venerable disease.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Children. Bless their little hearts, if they was really made out of gold, I'd like to sell'em on the open market. I could make me a fortune.
Share this[Olive accidentally bumps into Popeye on the street and he started to swing his fists]
Olive Oyl: You scared the wits out of me.
Popeye: [Under his breath] Almost knocked'em outta you too.
Share thisThe Tax Man: You just docked?
Popeye: I has.
The Tax Man: Ah ha, let's see here, that'll be 25ยข docking tax.
Popeye: What for?
The Tax Man: Where's your sea craft?
Popeye: It ain't no sea craft, it's me dinghy and it's under the wharf.
The Tax Man: Ah ha. ahh-ha. This your goods?
Popeye: They is.
The Tax Man: Yeah. You're new in town right?
Popeye: If you call this a town, yes.
The Tax Man: Well, first of all, there's 17ยข new-in-town tax, and there's 45ยข rowboat-under-the-wharf tax, and one dollar leaving-your-junk-lying-around-the-wharf tax, so all together, you owe the Commodore $1.87.
Popeye: Uh, who's this Commodore?
The Tax Man: Is that the nature of question? There's a nickel question tax.
Share thisPopeye: How come carrots is a dollar?
Geezil: $1.50. You buy what I don't feel like selling will cost you $2.00.
Popeye: [Takes the carrots and tosses Geezil a nickel]
Geezil: Ah ah. Nope, this is a nickel.
Popeye: I'm payin' what I feels like payin'.
The Tax Man: You're not up to no good are you? Because if you are there's a 25ยข up to no good tax.
Share thisPopeye: I found him in Sweet Haven, that's why I am calling him Swee'Pea. That is his name.
Olive Oyl: Swee'Pea is the worst name I've ever heard on a baby.
Popeye: Well what do you wants me to call him? Baby Oyl?
Share thisThe Tax Man: One sunflower, embarrassing the Tax Man tax.
Share thisPopeye - Animated Prologue: Hey, what's this? One of Bluto's tricks? I'm in the wrong movie.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Cut me down. Cut me down.
Popeye: [Grabbing a knife] Cut ya down, cut ya down.
Poopdeck Pappy: Cut me down.
[Popeye does. Pappy lands flat on his face and breaking the chair]
Poopdeck Pappy: Ugh, you idiot.
Popeye: You said cut you down.
Poopdeck Pappy: I didn't say *cut* me down. I said *get* me down, *get* me down. And don't you ever pick up another knife, if you do, I'll make you eat it. You'll be known as the Sword Swallowin' Sailor.
Share thisPopeye: I is disgustipated.
Share thisPopeye: There's womens and infinks on that ship.
Share thisBluto: Commodore.
Poopdeck Pappy: Don't keep calling me commodore inside this here harbor. I got millions'o emenies. And you is 10 or 12 of 'em.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Don't talks to me about the future. I hates the future, and I hates the past, and I hates the present. Especially you.
Share thisPopeye: Wrong is wrong, even when it helps ya.
Share thisNana Oyl: Get him out of that ring. Don't touch his feet. He's gotta dance with those feet.
Share thisBluto: Okay, Shorty, from now on the world is gonna be double taxed. Triple taxed. Quadruple taxed. Over taxed. Exercised taxed. And, thumb taxed.
Share thisOlive Oyl: Goochy goo.
Popeye: None of that baby talk around me son. Me son is gonna be a man infink, not a baby infink.
Share thisPopeye: [when Bluto sinks him during a fight] Goodnight, Irene!
Share thisWimpy: [singing] I'd gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.
Share thisGeezil: What is that glop you're eating?
Wimpy: It's a soup burger. These are difficult times. Burgers can't be choosers.
Share thisGeezil: Fooey! The Commadore. Besides Wimpy, I hate him best.
Share thisWimpy: Rough House? One genuine hamburger for the gentleman. I'm buying.
Rough House: Who's paying?
Wimpy: I'm buying. He's paying.
Share thisWimpy: [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.
Share thisPoopdeck Pappy: Don't dare'st say I ain't fair. True I hates... but I come by me hatin' fair... and square. Hatin's me code. I will live and die by hate. Hate's done me more good than anything in the world.
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