- Bluto: [using the wire as a skipping rope] Pepper, salt, mustard, cider! How do you like dancin' on the wire?
- Popeye: Here's a little poem I wrote by Emerson: Roses is red, violets is blue / Next to spinach, I love you.
- Bluto: *singing to the song "Love in Bloom"*
- Popeye: [singing] Oh, no, it isn't your turn, I'll get there.
- [both men club each other but almost lose their footing until they return to their posts]
- Bluto: [singing] Did you ever see a guy falling?
- Popeye: [singing] Well, you will!
- [both men club each other again, with the same near-frightening results]