- Popeye: Hey, lady, if ya wants apples...
- [bends tree to ground and "slingshots" the apples off the tree, onto the house's roof, with apples rolling into the eave trough, and collecting in a rain barrel Popeye moves uner the downspout, exactly filling the barrel]
- Popeye: ... there ya are.
- Olive Oyl: Oooooohh; that just thrills me to the core.