"Hey, what's this, one of Bluto's tricks?" "I'm in the wrong movie." "# Sweet Sweethaven" "# God must love us" "# We the people" "# Love Sweethaven" "# Hooray, hooray, Sweethaven" "# Flags are wavin'" "# We're people from the sea" "# Safe from democracy" "# Sweeter than a melon tree" "# Put here for you and me" "# Sweethaven" "# Sweet Sweethaven" "# God must love us" "# We the people" "# Of Sweethaven" "# God must have landed here" "# Why else would he strand us here?" "# Where the air is nice and clear" "# Sweethaven even sounds so near" "# To Heaven" "# God will always bless Sweethaven" "# God will always bless Sweethaven" "You just dock?" "I have." "Uh-huh." "There'll be 25 cents docking tax." "What for?" "Where's your seacraft?" "It ain't no seacraft." "It's me dinghy, and it's under the wharf." "Aha." "Ah, huh." "This your goods?" "They is." "Yeah?" "You're new in town, right?" "You call this a town?" "Yeah." "Well, first of all, there's 17 cents new-in-town tax." "Then there's 45 cents 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." "Ah, who's this Commodore?" "That the nature of a question?" "There's a nickel question tax." "Oh, forget it." "I see what you're up to here." "Here we go." "Exact change, please." "I'm an exact-change taxman." "Oh." "Mmm." "Here's a dollar." "Here's a red cent." "Here's a franc." "A peso." "Here's a guilder." "Oh, sorry I'm taking your time." "There's a dime; there we go." "There's one quarter." "Curiosity tax." "Hey, I paid me tax." "Oh, tax this, tax that." "Ooh, my nightmare don't..." "Mmm, I gets disgustipated." ""Have you paid your tax?"" "I got it, I got it." "No, I-I got it." "I got it, I got it." "Don't worry, I got it." "Holy cow." "Looks like me old pipe." "Wonder what it's doing here?" "What a coinkydink." "Hey!" "What is this?" "This ain't the orchestra pit." "# Oh, lookit there." "# Nobody seems to care..." "# You've got so much to bear, ma'am." "Can I...?" "Blow me down!" "That's it, that...!" "# Oh, it's the wind and air..." "# Just try to double dare to... blow me down." "Awk!" "Wait for me!" "Hello, there, mate." "Maybe, uh..." "Ah, blow me down." "# It's no bother, but..." "Look over there..." "stranger's coming." "You'd rather not, huh?" "Well, that's easy to see." "# Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm" "# Wherever I go..." "Ooh, nice-looking knees, it does it for me." "Bad news!" "Bad, bad, bad news." "Hmm, I don't believe that." "# What a lovely day..." "Well, it's still a perfect day, but..." "Oh, maybe ma'am, you would like to..." "Blow me down again, there." "# It's a lovely place" "# Think I'd like to stay, but..." "Stranger in town." "Blow me down." "Somebody roll into town?" "# Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble..." "Blow me down..." "local glum club." "# It's friendly here..." "A little scary, too." "I think I'll spend a year," "# Or two, maybe thr..." "Whoa, tut-tut-tut." "# I yam what I yam, wherever I go" "# I came from the sea..." "Should've got me number, but no one's looking it up, ain't it?" "Oh..." "Good day..." "Good day." "I hate you to pieces!" "Kind of a greasy good day, but that's all right." "Bunch of carrotsk?" "No, no." "You ain't got no carrotsk?" "What are those, prunes?" "Phooey on carrots!" "Take broccoli." "I am in the mood for carrotsk." "I need me vitamins." "Phooey on carrots!" "Take spinach!" "If I wants spinach, I'll axk you for spinach." "So, why you didn't say so?" "For you, each a dollar." "How much is the broccoli?" "Nickel, maybe dime." "And the spinach?" "Dime, maybe quarter." "Then how come carrotsk is a dollar?" "Dollar fifty." "You buy what I don't feel like selling, it'll cost you $2." "All right, here you go." "Uh-uh-uh-uh!" "Hey, deadbeat, this is a nickel." "I pays what I feels like paying." "You're not up to no good, are you?" "'Cause if you are, there's a 50-cent up-to-no-good tax." "Come here!" "Come back!" "# Seems like everywhere" "# Lots of people here" "# Try to blow me down..." "# Unlike the clothes I wear" "# I haven't..." "Careful, there." "What blew him into town?" "Oh, the short arm of the law, huh?" "# Blow me down" "# Blow me down..." "Ow!" "Hey, come ba... hey, hey... ah!" "Uh, are you the piano tuner or the man with the party favor?" "You got a room for renk?" "What for what?" "Renk, renk... your sign says you got a room for renk." "Oh, my stars and gardens!" "My mind was a million miles away." "Come in before you catch your death of mud." ""Mud."" ""Oyls." That explains it." "She's down a quart." "Scums..." "I'll find you." "Come on, come on!" "Mmm." "Don't make them like they used to." "Oh, come on." "Oh!" "I'm sorry, Mother, but it's ugly." "I ask you, have you ever seen anything so ugly?" "I won't be engaged in this hat." "I heard that." "Don't think I didn't hear that." "Oh..." "She owes me an apology." "Oh... ugly." "There's nothing left to say." "What do you think?" "I think it's up to you, dear." "Well, what do you think?" "Ugly." "I think it's a conspiracy." "Oh..." "Why would they manufacture deliberate ugliness unless they wanted me to look ugly?" "If we find that out, we find out everything." "There's a stranger in t... um... ooh..." "Oh..." "I can't get engaged." "You'll have to tell Bluto;" "I can't." "We'll have to cancel the party tomorrow night." "It's not my fault that it's so ugly." "What are you doing listening in on a private conversation between me and my mother?" "I have a good mind to have my father call a policeman." "Olive, will you show Mister..." "Mister...?" "Oh." "Popeye, ma'am." "...Mr. Eye the spare room?" "Just Popeye, ma'am." "Go upstairs, Mr. Eye." "Olive will show you the room." "Thanks." "Some kind of asylum here." "Show me a room." "Show me some courtesy might be nice." "I don't see why I have to do anything on the day before my engagement party when nothing's ready, especially me." "And what kind of name is that, anyway..." "Popeye?" "Pretty strange." "What kind of name is Olive Oyl?" "Sounds like some kind of lubricants." "Thank you very much, ma'am." "Don't look in that room;" "that's my room." "Meant no disrespect there." "Ugly, huh?" "You owe me an apology." "What?" "Wonder who shoved a feather in his ear?" "What'd you say?" "Sure is nice weather you have here." "Your name really Olives?" "So what?" "Olives Oyl?" "You don't look Greek to me." "So, you're short." "Or are you just passing yourself off as short?" "Can I see me room now?" "Ooh, as if I cared." "Let me give you a hand there." "Maybe it needs a little oil." "Oh!" "Oh, oh..." "Nice-looking room." "Never seen a room done in early demolish-kin before, but this'll do for me." "Careful how you treat that bed." "Nothing goes on this bed." "Sorry, ma'am, it's just some..." "Watch that lamp!" "Let me give you some assistance." "Here, give me your hand." "There, that's it." "Yeah, here we go." "Oh, you're in first." "Is that... oh..." "Boy, is it hot in here." "I still respect you." "Ooh!" "Me bad eye, didn't see that." "Hmph!" "Thanks for your help." "Uh, Miss Oyl, maybe..." "Don't forget to put the cat out, dear." "We don't have a cat." "Eau de toilette." "Yeah, eau de toilette." "Yeah." "How do you like that?" "Gold is up 20 cents, two dollars an ounce." "Out of my kitchen, Mr. Wimpy." "I knew it, I knew it, see..." "You wait for the supper gong." "I could've made a fortune on Billings if Bluto would've let me go directly to the Commodore." "He's so jealous of me, that Bluto." "Well, who wouldn't be?" "Me, I'm not jealous of Castor." "He's my son." "Man jealous of his own son." "You owe me an apology." "I didn't mean you." "Never lets me go to the Commodore." "Commodore is a paragon of sagacity." "If ever I could put in a good word..." ""Shut up" is the word." ""Pass" is another word that Wimpy..." "You don't pass." "He should be killed to death." "It says here the Commodore's taxing salt again." "Don't look as good as I smell, but too late now." "Got to go." "Oh, Mr. Eye, have you met... uh, Pop?" "Mr. Wimpy, my son Castor," "Mr. Geezil, my husband Cole." "We're all one big happy family here." "Hmph!" "Although not really." "I mean, well, Mr. Geezil and Mr. Wimpy are, um..." "Me, I'm family." "Well, you're my husband." "You owe me an apology." "Well, I can't find anything." "What are you looking for, Olive?" "A glass." "Oh, uh, here's a glass." "That's a short, fat, ugly glass." "I want a tall, pretty, slender glass." "They're all broken." "I could've made a fortune" "in fish futures..." "Fish?" "but I'd have to dip into capital." "Fish futures smell." "What kind of glass do you want, Olive?" "A wine glass or a brandy glass, or a water glass?" "Oh, not a thing..." "I don't want a thing." "Real appetizing." "I want a fork." "Right beside your plate." "If it was a knife, it would cut you." "And a knife." "Will you sit down?" "Why don't I have a knife?" "And a nice dress?" "You owe me an apology." "Passing fish, please." "Fish, excellent idea, Miss Oyl." "I would suggest before matrimony, fish." "Fish before matrimony." "Ooh, that does look good, there." "Wish I had a plate though." "...because four times engaged is three times much." "Oh, he can't talk me out of anything;" "I'm not a child." "I'll say you're not a child." "Who says I'm not a child?" "You said you're not a child and I agreed with you, that's who." "Who asked you to agree with me?" "Well, no one can stop me from agreeing with you" "if I want to." "I can." "Quarreling at my table." "You both owe me an apology." "Sorry, Pop." "What?" "Please pass the shrimp, chicken and meatballs." "Well, I don't know." "Captain Bluto has the patience of Job." "Or is it job?" "Certainly got a very good job, Job." "And he needs a lot of patience." "Why, he runs this town for the Commodore while he's away." "And the Commodore's always away." "As a matter of fact, I've never seen him." "Have you, Cole?" "What?" "I'd never let a girl break my engagement." "I'd break her nose before she broke my engagement." "And you better not try on me what you pulled on Bluto, because I'm no pushover." "You owe your sister an apology." "Will you stop fidgeting?" "Finishing touch here." "Oh, this knife won't cut." "Here, take mine." "Not since I was child have we had a sharp knife in this house." "You owe me an apology." "You don't like our knives." "Bluto's rich, he can buy you plenty of knives." "Ooh, I hate this table, it's ugly." "I'm the only one with nerve enough to tell the truth about it." "Well, then, why don't you let Bluto the pushover buy you a new table?" "Am I right, Pop?" "Right." "I'm right, right?" "You're right." "Right." "Nothing left?" "Oh..." "Bluto, Bluto, Bluto." "Everyone takes advantage of my poor Bluto." "Get a new... glass, a new knife." "Now they want a table." "Well, hmph!" "That's why I always have to break off our engagement..." "to stop you all from taking advantage of the sweetest, most humble man on the face of this Earth!" "Hmph." "Mmm." "You make me sick." "Never good to be too full, I guess." "It's 9:00!" "Curfew!" "Lights... out!" "You can have a kiss now." "Oh!" "Poppa." "Pretty soon you and me are going to be together again, huh?" "Yeah." "30 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." "Aw..." "There." "Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep." "Sweep, sweep..." "Hey-up!" "Ah... whoop!" "Eee-oh!" "# Everything is food, food, food" "# Everything is food to go" "# Everything is food for thought" "# Everything you knead is dough" "# It is food" "# Everything is food" "# Everything is meat, meat, meat" "# Careful what you put on your feet" "# Once it lived on an ani-mule" "# Now it walks along with you" "# It could be food" "# Everything is food" "# I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today" "# He would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today" "# Everything is chow, chow, chow" "# Everything is food to go now" "# Everything is fast-food chains" "# From your lemon to your sugarcane" "# It is food" "# Everything is food" "Did you order a hamburger?" "Yeah, I ordered a hamburger." "That's what I got, a hamburger." "No, I beg to disagree." "Rough House, a genuine hamburger for the gentleman." "I'm buying." "Hey, thanks." "Who's paying?" "I'm buying, he's paying." "A nickel hamburger tax?" "I'd refuse to pay if I were you." "A shocking abuse of power." "Rough House!" "# Food, food, food" "# Everything is food" "# One hamburger-chiseler's tax." "# I would gladly pay you Tuesday" "What kind mooch is this?" "For a hamburger today" "# He would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today" "# Everything is upside-down" "# Everything is sunny-side up" "# Did you pay for this" "# In American?" "# They can't trick us with no hot dog" "# Everything is food, food, food" "# Everything is food." "Hey, hey, hey, Laverne!" "Give us a smooch!" "I really need someone to kind of talk to, 'cause I thought everybody in this town might be deef." "Huh, what's that?" "Huh?" "Oh." "You know, jusk why I'm here is..." "I'm looking for me pap." "Yeah, oh..." "I've searched the seven seas for him, and I haven't found him yet." "I was only two years old, me own pap left me." "I was just a mere infink." "Me own pap..." "Pipe down, will ya?" "Me own pap ditches me." "I'm a very tolerant man, except when it comes to holding a grudge." "I never thought I'd forgive me paps, but about seven years ago," "I ships out on this boat, The Gloomy Gus." "That's a boat." "Yeah." "Just off the coast of Guam." "It breaks up on this typhoon, and I'm stuck on this raft for 45 days without food or waters." "But after all this time on this raft, this visiktation comes to me." "Looks just like me mother, rest her soul." "And it says, "Your pap is still alive."" "Excuse me." "So, when I was finally rescued," "I figured out that I got to forgive me paps, you know?" "Uh, you see," "I'm only afeared that he might be dead, and never realize what a fine figure of an orphink" "I turned out to be." "You sure got a nice-looking face there," "One-Eye." "One-Eye?" "I've seen better arms on a baboon." "You're a slimy..." "Yeah, you want to know why you're so "lonescome,"" "go take a look at that mirror." "You know, if there's one thing I ain't got, it's a sense ka humor." "Where did you get that, uh, pronunskiation?" "Yeah?" "Got an olive caught in your throat?" "Well, yeah, well, I'll get back to you." "Pappy." "His Dada." "No." "I want my Dada." "Hey, if I were your daddy," "I'd ship out, too." "Yeah." "You're too dumb-looking to leave on a doorstep." "Hey, runt..." "I'll bet your pappy... is as ugly as you are." "Another thing I got... is a sensk of humiligration." "Now, uh, maybe you swabs can, uh, pool your intelligence and sees that I'm asking you for an apologiky." "Hey, Butch, why don't you give daddy's boy an apology?" "With pleasure, Spike." "The little one-eyed rat wants an apology." "Well, I would like to offer my most sincere and hum-felt apologies." "You got it." "That's so low..." "picking on innocents." "You apologize?" "Do you apologize?" "I-I apologize." "Rosie, get my hat." "I think it's time we leave." "I... back to the dairy..." "Apologize." "For what?" "All these innocents." "This is a smorgasbord of violence." "Well, that's everybody." "Everybody's apologized." "Yeah, everybody's really sorry." "Oh, everybody's really, really sorry." "Now it's your turn to be sorry." "Oh, yeah." "I'm sorry to have to do this, but enough is enough." "Hey." "Come on." "Come on." "Hey, hey, hey!" "Hey, hey, hey." "Sorry." "Thanks." "Anybody else want to apologygy?" "All in a day's fun, ain't it?" "I dare you." "Nobody home?" "There you go." "Sorry about that." "No." "Keep the change." "Remember, my dear, tonight it's my turn to be tall." "Oh." "Very nice party." "I can't help but feel sad, though." "Chico?" "This is a sad day for me." "Chico, hand these things out." "It's one of the saddest days of my life." "Flowers." "I forgot the flowers." "Yup." "Oh, disillusionkand." "Oh, look at that." "Oh, me dress blues." "This is Castor's favorite color." "Oh, you and Castor." "Oh, phooey." "Oh, hello there, Cousin." "We're just waiting for Captain Bluto." "Oh, I can't tell you how happy this makes me to attend Miss Oyl's parties." "Uh, nice-looking furs there." "Hmm?" "Oh." "Boy, uh, I don't know when I've had this much fun and still been conskious." "Well..." "I better be on me way." "Oh, reservoir." "Not really as nice as ours." "But he's so big." "I really..." "Typical smutty sailor comment." "Sailor..." "Oh, I don't want to go to no party." "Well, that's good, 'cause you ain't invited." "Who says I ain't invited?" "I says." "Who are you?" "You know who I am." "I'm you." "Don't drain your sense of dignity... is that it?" "Nah." "Ugly." "Bluto's ugly all right." "Bluto's distinguished." "He's distinguished, all right." "Distinguishingly ugly." "Bluto's special." "Oh, he's special, all right." "Especially ugly." "# He's tall" "# Good-looking" "# And he's large" "# He's large" "# Large" "# Tall" "# Large..." "Good morning, Captain Bluto." "I..." "I mean..." "Good evening, Captain Bluto." "I mean..." "# And he's mine" "# Not a mandolin" "# Oh, no" "# He's an accordion" "# I have to squeeze him each night to keep him warm" "# Warm" "# Oh, boy" "# He's virile" "# And he's strong" "#" "Strong" "Strong" "#" "Strong" "# He's strong" "# Strong..." "Uh..." "Sounds like Fluto." "Bluto." "Bluto." "At your services, sir." "There's a good picture in the paper this week." "A lovely present for you down at the pawn shop, Captain Bluto." "I would have brought it, but it was too late." "Anytime you want me to come by and stain up the boat, Captain Bluto." "Mother!" "# He's got money and respect" "# That's true" "# He's better than the rest" "# That's true" "# He may not be the best" "# But he's large" "# And he's mine..." "# She can have him." "Yeah." "She loves me." "Of course she does." "She don't love me." "Oh, no." "She'll marry me." "# Large" "# Large" "# Large" "# Large" "# Mine" "# Mine" "# Mine" "# Mine..." "She won't marry me." "Oh." "She will." "She won't." "# It may seem funny, but it's not" "# Oh, no" "# I'm thankful" "# For what I've got" "# Me, too" "# It may not be a lot" "# But he's large." "She will." "Yes, yes." "She..." "Faulty flower..." "C-Captain Bluto." "Mrs. Oyl, Olive's..." "Olive's what?" "Olive's getting ready." "Good." "Now, where were we?" "Uh, she won't marry you, she..." "She will!" "Oh, my word!" "Son-in-law." "Oh, yeah, yeah." "Ah!" "Ooh." "Olive!" "Marvelous, marvelous." "No place to go." "Can't go to no party without an invite." "Whoo!" "Ho, ho, ho, whoa." "Whoo!" "Ooh." "Miss Oyl." "Oh..." "You scared the wits out of me." "Yeah, I almost knocked 'em out of you, too." "Sorry I did that to you." "What right do you have to lurk here in the dark in the middle of the night and scare the wits out of a person?" "I wasn't." "I was just, uh, kind of, uh..." "Oh, oh." "How's your party going, Miss Oyl?" "Oh, that's a dumb question." "Yeah." "Where do you think I'm headed right this minute?" "Um... well, uh, mmm, that way, I think." "Out of town." "I am not headed out of town." "Oh." "Don't you see which direction I'm facing?" "You're going, now you're..." "Oh, ooh, whoa." "Now you're facing east." "Oh." "Maybe a little southwest." "Place your bets." "Oh." "Oh!" "You need some help with your bags there, Miss Oyl?" "Ooh, oh, no." "I didn't touch ya." "I didn't mean to hurt ya." "Thank you." "Oh, you do." "Oh." "Oh." "No, that's the wrong way." "Oh." "No, that's the wrong way." "I want to go..." "Oh..." "Oh, oh..." "Whoo!" "Oh." "Oh, oh." "Oh!" "Oh, oh..." "Oh..." "That way." "That'll be 50 cents impersonating-a-traffic-cop tax." "What?" "Oh." "I'm sorry, Miss Oyl." "Didn't recognize you from the back." "It won't happen again." "How come Miss Oyl don't have to pay no taxes?" "That's ten cents question tax." "But..." "I'll let you off this time since you're with Miss Oyl." "Good night, Miss Oyl." "Well, how come being with Miss Oyl means I don't have to pay no taxes?" "Well, I don't know what you're talking about." "Here's a nice cup of tea for you, Captain Bluto, while you're waiting." "Where's Olive?" "Olive?" "You think everyone pays taxes but me and my family, don't you?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, you couldn't be more wrong." "If I'm wrong, why am I in the right?" "You think it's because I'm engaged to Bluto and Bluto runs the town for the Commodore so we get special favors." "Well, it's a lie." "Hmm." "Olive!" "Bluto is kind and generous and likes to do things for his loved ones." "And you want me to hurt his feelings." "Well, phooey on you." "Hmm." "You don't even care enough about me or my family to be at my engagement party." "And what are you doing here in Sweethaven anyway, hmm?" "Well, I'm-I'm looking for me pap." "Mmm." "Yeah." "Oh, well, if that's true, then where is he?" "Well, yeah, um, got me there." "I don't really know." "I..." "I got this sense that he's here though, you know?" "Oh, well, all right, I'll wait." "Hmm." "Anyway, there are too many guests as it is." "Half of them I hate." "One thing I remember about me pap was that he always used to throw me up in the air." "But he'd never be there when I come down, you know." "Heh, heh, heh." "Mmm." "Boy, he had a sense ka humor, didn't he?" "Yeah, that was me pap." "I remember that time he gave me an electric eel as a toy." "Eep!" "Yeah, that was fun." "Or he'd rock me in my cradle real, real, real hard and I'd lose me formula." "And then he'd say, "One day, you'll be a sailor."" "That... that's what I am today." "Yeah." "Sometimes, he'd bounce me on his knee." "Most of the time he'd miss, though 'cause he couldn't see too well with one eye." "Oh, me pap, yeah." "Well, I'm not waiting any longer." "Hmm." "Oh, sorry, Miss Oyl." "I was philoscofying." "Mm-hmm." "...between us, got kind of derailed and..." "Oh, yeah, long time waiting." "Wait a while.." "What are you doing with that basket?" "Well, I-I'm carrying it." "It's your basket, ain't it?" "It is not my basket." "Somebody has deliberately painted that basket to look like my basket." "My basket was clean and beautiful and this basket is ugly." "Rattlesnake!" "Miss Oyl, we should at least have dinner first, or something." "Rattlesnake!" "Rattlesnake!" "Oh, rattlesnake!" "Ooh!" "Oh, oh, oh!" "Rattlesnakes?" "Where is it, Miss Oyl?" "Where is it?" "Oh, oh, rattlesnake, oh!" "Don't worry, Miss Oyl," "I've handled vermins before." "I'll rattle that snakes so it's a pair of shoes." "Rattlesnake!" "Rattlesnake!" "I'll rattle that..." "I'll rattle him upside-down." "Rattlesnake!" "I'll take his little mariachis." "Rattlesnake!" "Rattlesnake!" "Uh, no, I'll get to him." "Hey, hey, hey!" "Oh!" "Aw..." "Oh..." "Oh..." "Blow me down." "Oh." "Here you go." "Oh." "Here's your snake." "There you go." "What have you got here?" ""To the one-eyed sailor."" "Oh, that must be me." "Wait a minute." "Hold on there." "Watch out, I don't want to hurt you." "Hi." "I'll read this." "I'll bring it right back to you." "There we go." "Oh, I ain't that ugly." "It's all right." "Oh, it's okay." "I am, I am, I am." "I'm all right." "Hey..." "It's okay." "Hey, hey, hey." "Hey, we're together in this." "Mmm, mmm." "Mm-hmm." "All right. "I must trust someone..."" "Mmm... bah-bah-bah." "You're a baby." "It's says here." "Right there, right." ""I must trust someone with me baby" ""until I frees meself of certain financhkal obligations."" "Yeah. "Which will take 25 years or so" ""at which time I shall reclaims him." ""In the meantime," ""love him as only a mudder could." "Signed, a mudder."" "Ho, ho, ho." "You want the note?" "Okay, take it back." "How are ya?" "I loves you more than you'll ever know." "Olive...!" "Olive...!" "It's Olive's fault, oh, oh." "Oh, oh!" "I-I..." "I..." "# I'm mean, I'm mean, I'm mean" "# You know what I mean" "# He's mean, he's mean" "# You know what I say" "# He's says he's mean" "# You know what I mean" "# He's mean, he's mean" "# Mean!" "# He's mean, he's mean" "# You know what I mean" "# He's mean, he's mean" "# I'm meaner than..." "Aah..." "# That's it, that's it" "# I mean what I say" "# He do, he do" "# I'm so mean I had a dream" "# Of beating' myself up" "# I 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" "# I'm mean" "# You know what I mean" "# He's mean, he's mean" "# If you know what I mean" "# You'll know what I mean" "# Dood, dood, dood, dood" "#" "I'm mean" "He's mean, he's mean" "#" "Meaner than..." "Aah..." "# I sure am mean" "# Yeah, mean" "# He's mean, he's mean" "# I'm meaner than that" "# Out of my way!" "# You know what I mean" "# I'm so damn mean" "# I'm mean!" "Look at this." "I came looking for me pap and now I'm a mudder." "He's so cute." "Little baby." "Little baby." "Olive, I, uh, certainly engaged your enjoyment party." "And I..." "I mean, I..." "Theres you go." "Got another two to go there." "Mmm, I'm not going to drop him." "Little baby." "Oh, when you throw a party, you throw a party, don't you?" "For the last time, where's Olive?" "!" "Oh..." "Oh, yeah..." "Uh-oh." "Uh-ooh." "Oh..." "Oh." "What...?" "Uh-ooh." "Oh..." "Oh, oh." "The women and infinks first." "Here you go." "Oh..." "I'll get back to you, I will." "Oh, oh..." "Oh..." "Little-little something" "to remember me by." "Oh!" "Good luck." "Oh..." "Huh." "There's a logical explanaskin for thisk." "Oh..." "Oh..." "Uh, I'd make the same mistake meself." "Yeah, and I knows what you thinkins." "Oh!" "Oh, look at the birdies." "All right, I'll fight all eight of ya." "Oh..." "Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow..." "Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!" "Oh..." "Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa..." "Oh, oh, oh, oh..." "Whoa..." "Okay, shorty, the Oyls are going to be double taxed." "Hey, hey, what the...?" "Hey, hey!" "Triple taxed." "Quadruple taxed." "Oh, look at that, uh, oh, oh." "Going down." "Ooh, ow!" "Surtaxed." "What a lovely shade of blue." "Exercise taxed." "Overtaxed." "And... thumb taxed!" "Heh!" "Don't thinks I blames ya, 'cause I don't." "Nope." ""Whereas you are in arrears on your bathtub tax" ""and whereas there is no bathtub in extant." ""And whereas you are in arrears" ""on your refrigerator tax" ""and whereas there is no refrigerator in extant." ""And whereas you are in arrears on your Victrola tax" ""and where as there is no Victrola in extant." ""And whereas you are in arrears on your household" ""and impertinences maintenance tax" ""and whereas there is no house..." ""or household or impertinences or maintenance," ""by the order invested in me by Captain Bluto" ""on behalf of his honor, the Commodore..." "Aah, phooey, the Commodore." "Next to Wimpy, I hate him best." ""You owe..." This is extremely grave news." "Please, pay attention." ""... the sum of twelve thousand, twelve hundred, twelve dollars and twelve cents."" "Cole, stop reading!" "Plus one sunflower- embarrassing-the-taxman tax." "Phooey!" "And double phooey!" "Avast there." "Avast." "Watch it, you'll hurt her." "Oh, yeah?" "A lot you know." "Her is a him." "See, it likes to smoke." "So... you're just a landlubber, ain't ya?" "Oh, yeah, well, I'm a woman." "Oh, yeah, well, I am a mudder." "Oh, yeah?" "Come here." "Papa." "Oh, yeah?" "He wants me, he wants me there." "You must have an IQ about half a million, don't ya?" "Oh, yeah, coochie-coo." "None of that baby talk around me son." "Me son's gonna be a man and not a baby, I'm thinking." "Ain't that right?" "Oh, come to Papa, me little Swee'pea." "You're my little Swee'pea, you're my little Swee'pea." "Swee'pea?" "Mm-hmm." "You're bats." "Oh, yeah?" "I found him in Sweethaven." "That is why he's me Swee'pea." "I am calling him Swee'pea, and that is his name." "Ain't that the truth?" "Yeah?" "Mm-hmm, yeah." "Well, Swee'pea is about the worst name" "I ever heard on a baby." "Well, what do you want me to call him?" "Baby Oyl?" "Excuse me." "Excuse me." "Excuse me, please." "A bit of boxing tonight." "What could happen to me?" "Well, I could get killed." "It'd be worth getting killed to help Mom and Pop." "What if I won?" "I'm fast, I'm foxy." "He could have a heart attack." "# Sweet Sweethaven" "# God must love us..." "Ooh, and I disapprove of you taking me to a fight and my parents to a fight and my baby to a fight." "# Ah, Sweethaven..." "Fights is fun." "Oh, fights are not fun." "Know the words for this song, Cole?" "Of course I know the words." "It's our national anthem, isn't it?" "Pardon us..." "Ah-ah-ah." "That'll be 62 cents... going-to-an-illegal- sporting-event tax." "If it's illegal, how come it's going on?" "Ladies and gentlemen!" "Citizens of Sweethaven..." "Popcorn!" "Be careful..." "Ooh, watch that step." "Wait a minute." "They're having a lover's quarrel in front of us." "That unworthiest of worthies... the pejorator of..." "Fight stuff." "Fight stuff!" "Now, look at that." "Isn't that...?" "Wait a minute." "Yeah... right there, right there is Castor." "Castor!" "Oh, my son!" "Castor!" "Make a man outta yourself." "Mom, Pop, I'm gonna fight him." "Whoops." "Don't go!" "Oh, it's my baby." "Get out..." "Get my baby outta there!" "Don't touch his feet!" "He's gotta dance with those feet." "Castor, we go home now." "Olive, do something about this." "What are you, a nut?" "What good are you, Olive?" "You get in there and get your brother out of this!" "I can't stand much more of this." "Where are my pills?" "Don't do this!" "Mr. Geezil, get him outta there, Geezil!" "Gentlemen, you know the rules:" "There are no rules." "This is a fight to the finish." "First man who is dead, loses." "Good luck to both of you." "Did you see what he was doing?" "!" "You didn't see?" "!" "Good luck to you." "I hate you to pieces!" "All right, come over here." "Now don't, don't kill him." "Just fluff him up a bit." "You'll be leading with the left hand." "Castor!" "Castor, get outta there!" "Go for him, right away, son." "Come on, Castor." "Give him Oyl, Castor!" "Give him Oyl!" "Come on, hit him, hit him, hit him...!" "Hang him!" "Come on, Castor." "Come on, knock him." "Oh!" "...three, four, five, six..." "Get up!" "Your name's Castor, not Custer." "Come on, sting that whale!" "Don't make him mad, Castor." "He's not a person!" "Hi." "I'm, uh..." "Cas..." "That's it!" "Come on, that's it." "Kick him!" "Didn't you see that?" "Hey, ya bum!" "You're a bum." "I'll teaches ya how to fight fair." "He's not a person!" "One, two, three..." "Oh, hello." "Very good." "Very good fight." "... five..." "Up, up, up!" "Ya outta get taught how to fight." "I got your numbers!" "Ya beached whale." "I'm gonna teach ya..." "No, no, no!" "No!" "Oh." "Popeye!" "Watch out now, Mr. Oxmeat!" "You, you, you!" "You're gonna be kissing canvas real soon." "Oh!" "Oh!" "Poor little fatherless baby." "Oh, you'll be murdered." "All right, gentlemen, you both know the rules." "This is to be a fight to the finish." "Touch gloves and come out fighting." "What are you afraid of?" "I got a magnet in there or something?" "Come on!" "You scums." "I know who you..." "That was dirty." "Little birdies..." "I think you're gonna be seeing" "real soon." "Be right back, Mom." "I know you will, sonny." "All right, here we go." "Now, what were we thinking what was before half thing on winning ahead with your mind?" "Give him a karate chop!" "Very good." "Fist... that's fighting." "You can take him!" "Don't you dare!" "Hey, your mudder's here?" "So what?" "You bet I'm his mother." "Pleased to meet you, ma'am." "I'm a mudder meself." "That's his mudder;" "I can't bust him..." "You see?" "You're letting his mother's be distracting you." "Not be doing that." "That kid..." "You don't bust him, he kill you, right?" "Yeah, I got it." "Now listen." "Dancing, dancing, dancing." "Dancing, dancing." "Dancing legs." "Be careful." "Come on, sailor, fight!" "Oh, yeah." "Watch it!" "To the left." "To the right." "Look out." "Easy!" "Easy!" "Watch what you're doing." "Popeye!" "Oh, be careful." "Be careful." "There." "I gotta ask you... get your mudders..." "outta the ring." "Oh, oh." "The bucket." "Watch it!" "Watch it!" "She's got a bucket!" "Oh, Mommy!" "I'm sorry." "Oh, I'm sorry." "Where do I send the flowers?" "That's it." "Come on!" "Give him the old one-two!" "That's one." "That's two..." "and three for me." "Timber." "Oh, can't see nuttins." "Oh, there it is." "Hey, Cap'n Pea." "Look it there, Olives." "He's got my eye." "He does not have your eyes." "He's got my eyes." "He's got your mouth." "Dizzy dame." "One day, Swee'pea's, he's gonna go to school and bust bigger kids in the mush." "Yeah, you like that, don't yous?" "Yeah." "And we'll move into a vine-covered cottage on a shady lane." "And we'll garden together, and we'll play house." "# I've been sailin' 'bout the seven seas" "# Lookin' for somebodys who would sail with me" "# Sail with me" "# Sail with me" "# And I've been waiting for someone like you" "# A man who could love me and will promise to" "# Stay with me" "# Stay with me" "# Stay with me" "# Sailing" "# Sailing" "# Sailing" "# Sail..." "# Nothin' feels better than a rows on the sea" "# And I can't think of anyone but you to stay with me" "# Stay with me" "# Sail with me" "# Stay with me" "# Sail with me" "# Stay with me" "# Stay..." "# With me" "# Sail..." "# With... me" "# Me." "Oh, Popeye." "Shh." "What is that glop you're eating?" "It's a soup burger." "These are difficult times." "Burgers can't be choosers." "Phooey." "Work is what is making the heart grow stronger." "Come." "Open wide." "Bye, Mom." "Ow!" "Worry, worry, worry." "Now... there!" "Well, hope the taxes don't come to too much." "Oh, the main thing is that you're all right." "Yeah." "Well, were you worried that I might have gotten killed or something, maybe, yeah?" "Oh, Popeye, don't be silly." "I knew." "Oh, you... you didn't have no confidenkce." "Oh, I did, too." "Mm-hmm, yeah." "I did, too." "After I asked Swee'pea." "Oh, yeah, yeah." "That's rich." "Oh, you're gone now." "You're really a dizzy dame." "Oh, I asked Swee'pea, and he told me." "Isn't that so?" "What's this here?" "See, I asked Swee'pea," ""Swee'pea, will Popeye be killed?"" "Uh-uh." "No?" "So then I asked," ""Swee'pea, will Popeye be seriously maimed?"" "No?" "That's two for two." "That could happen to anybody, ya know." "So then I queried, "Swee'pea, will Popeye actually survive?"" "Yeah, I survived." "Yeah, yeah." ""What?" "You mean he'll win?"" "Oh!" "That's-that's a neat trick." "Oh-ho, me infant is a psychic of profiks." "If I didn't see it with me own eye," "I wouldn't believe it." "That kid's a regular forecaster." "Remind me to ask him about gold futures." "More interested in talking to him about immediate futures." "Uh, Popeye?" "Yeah?" "He's an adorable little fellow." "And he's a psychic, too." "Ain't that the truth." "But he looks a little peaked to me." "He needs some air." "Air?" "That's all we have here is air." "With your permission, Popeye," "I'll... take him for a little walk." "Well, Wimpy, why not?" "I mean, you're like his uncle." "You're his Uncle Wimp." "Yeah, that's it." "Come along." "Hey, don't forget his little hat here." "Don't forget his hat." "He's going out in uniform." "Oh, of course." "There you go." "Thank you." "Ain't that something?" "He's taking him for a walk." "Hey!" "Hey, wait a minute there." "You trying to pull a fask one?" "He can't walks yet." "Oh, I'll carry him." "Oh, in that case, it's all right then." "As long as you take him for a drags or something." "Hey, I want to carry him for a walk." "Oh, leave him be there, Olive." "It's Uncle Wimps going with the Swee'pea." "Oh, yeah, Wimpy can take him but I can't?" "Hmm." "Well, um... wh-who says you can't?" "You said I can't." "Hmm." "Oh." "Well, um... that was before." "Before what?" "Well, um... before I..." "I knew you was worried about me." "Oh!" "Oh." "You mean, now I can carry him just because I was worried about you?" "Yes." "Yes, mm-hmm." "Phooey." "Phooey?" "Mm." "Y-You said "phooey" to me?" "I said "phooey" and I mean "phooey."" "Phooey." "She said "phooey" to me." "She said..." ""phooey" to me." "We have Lickety Split, number one." "Number three, Sandcrab." "How 'bout six?" "Everything's going to be all right." "Now, he's with his Uncle Wimps, and they've only been gone for a couple of hours." "Yeah, couple of hours." "Ooh, wait a minute." "This town could have been built in a couple of hours." "Whoo!" "Oh, got to be trustworthy." "Wimps is trustworthy." "Wait a minute, I don't trust him as far as I can throw him." "Throw him?" "I can't even lift him." "I don't see them anywhere." "Well, maybe they went to the Rough House." "No, Wimpy's barred from the Rough House." "Bad credit." "Right." "Oh, my stars and horses!" "Derby day?" "That rat Wimpy." "What's this got to do with me Swee'pea?" "They've gone to the races." "A baby at the horse races." "Where is these races?" "Come on." "Let's go." "Come on!" "Come on!" "Oh!" "And the winner is..." "Cat's Pajamas." "Yippee!" "We've done it." "Oh, that Wimps." "Abducticating me Swee'pea there." "Oh, a race track ain't no nurskery." "Oh, patience, patience." "Got to remain calm." "That's it." "Straight ahead." "Lonesome, chubby?" "We've got it." "Look." "The Wax Doors and Gardeners?" "No." "Number two, Ed." "Ed?" "That's a horse." "All right..." "number six, Holy Moly." "You like Holy Moly?" "Holy Moly?" "Holy Moly." "That's it, Holy Moly." "We can't lose." "Everything on Holy Moly." "Come on, Holy Moly." "Come on, Holy Moly." "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on!" "Come on... oh, we're going to win." "Ooh, look." "Hooray!" "We've done it!" "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." "Oh." "Ooh." "Ooh!" "Is that a bed pole you got in your pocket, handsome?" "Hello." "Better grab me loins up for this one." "Read your paper, Cole." "Will you...?" "You know, if Mom caught me in here she'd kill me." "There's Mom." "Where is that Wimpy?" "Oh!" "Pardon me." "Oh!" "Oh!" "Oh, Castor, what are you doing here?" "I've been behind you all the time." "$110, $120." "There he is." "Wimpy, I'm disgustapated." "May I borrow the infant for just a moment here?" "Oh, well, yes, for just a moment." "I don't want your little sweet peepers to see what's about to happen." "Bye-bye." "Bye-bye." "I ought to bust you right in the mush." "Yeah, what is this?" "It's 120 simoleons." "You won 120 simoleons?" "You know how many hamburgers that is?" "Put your eye where your ear is." "Disgraceful." "How many races?" "Two races." "Hmm, let me see that racing form." "Oh, maybe we can..." "Oh, Swee'pea?" "We, oh... oh, now..." "Wait, no." "No child of mine is growing up to be a raceking kout." "Come on, me little..." "Now, wait a minute." "Ooh... oh." "What are you doing there?" "No childs of mine will be exploiticated for ill-gotten gains." "Yeah, that's true." "You're going to be a president one day." "It is not ill-gotten, it's good-gotten gains." "These gains with cloth us and feed us and save us." "Wrong is wrong even when it helps you." "The horses are at the gate." "Oh, family is more important than dumb morality, hmm." "Oh, look, he's got something in his eye." "Let me see." "Oh, I know how that feels." "There you go." "Steven's Wish?" "Keep It Going?" "Lady Lucy?" "Sucking Lemons?" "Sucking Lemons!" "Oh, what am I?" "Some kind of barnacle on the dinghy of life?" "Oh, make it snappy." "Oh, I ain't no doctors, but I knows that I'm losing me patience." "120 simoleons on Sucking Lemons, please." "What am I?" "Some kind of judge or lawyers?" "Maybe not, but I knows what law suitks me." "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." "# And I yam what I yam what I yam and I yam what I yam" "# And that's all that I yam" "# 'Cause I yam what I yam" "You've got it?" "I think so, yes." "# And I got a lot of muskie, and I only gots one eye" "# And I never hurts nobodys, and I'll never tell a lie" "# Top to me bottoms from the bottoms to me top" "# That's the way it is till the day that I drop" "# What am I?" "# I yam what I yam" "# I yam what I yam what I yam what I yam..." "Here he comes." "Come on, Sucking Lemon." "# What I yam, what I yam" "Oh, come on, get up there." "Ooh!" "Wondered about meself." "To be or not to be..." "who's axskin'?" "# I can open up an ockean, I can take a lot of sail" "# I can lose a lot of waters, and I'll never have to bail" "# On the coast of Madagascar, grab a whale by the tail" "Boy, let's go get it." "# What am I?" "# What am I?" "# I yam what I yam!" "# I'm Popeye, the sailor" "# I'm Popeye, the sailor" "# I'm Popeye, the sailor" "# I yam what I yam, and that's all that I yam" "# I yam what I yam what I yam what I yam" "# I'm Popeye, the sailor man." "Ha-ha!" "Whoo, hoo-hoo!" "Arms, don't fail me now." "# I am what I am and that's all that I am" "# I'm Popeye, the sailor man." "Whoo, hoo-hoo!" "Whoo, hoo-hoo!" "Oh, I hate to do this, Swee'pea, but it's neskessary." "Sometimes you got to do things you don't want to do when you got to do 'em, but..." "Oh, it's cruel, Mr. Eye..." "It may not make sense now but maybe later." "...uh, Mr. Pop..." "um, Mr. Popeye." "I'm sorry, Mrs. Oyl, but it's parenk's duty to protect me adopticated son from child abusk." "Oh, oh, but think of Olive." "You can't take the poor baby away from poor Olive." "Me moraliky ain't bilge, Mrs. Oyl." "Me mind is set, and when me mind is set," "I don't think from nothin'." "You sure about that?" "Yeah, I think so, yes." "Maybe we owe him an apology." "We'll find another place to plant ourselves." "Yeah." "Me, I'll check you, okay?" "Yeah, you all right there?" "This ain't bad, is it?" "It ain't the Ritz, but at least you get a little womb service here, huh?" "It ain't no palatkial mansion either, but we got something." "Best I ever saw." "It's got your blankets here." "Yeah, there we goes." "Got your blankets." "Here we go." "You moved out of the Oyl's?" "None of your business." "$4.25, moving out tax." "Nuts to you, and nuts to your taxes." "You moved in here?" "What's it look like?" "$5.25, moving-in tax." "Oh, don't forget double nuts." "And where's this baby come from?" "Oh, this pelican's brought him." "89 cents..." "unlicensed baby tax." "Oh, get out of here!" "Don't take me personal." "Hey, oh-oh, oh, no!" "Hoop... hoop... hoopla!" "Did ya see that, what he did?" "A whole lot of peoples." "Oh, thank you." "Go tax the fishes!" "Swee'pea?" "Swee'pea?" "Swee'pea?" "Where's Swee'pea?" "Swee'pea!" "Where's Swee'pea?" "!" "Swee'pea!" "Swee'pea!" "It's me own fault Swee'pea's been kidnapped." "Olives was right." "Even an orphan needs a mudder and a fadder." "Oh.." "If I was going to be Swee'pea's mudder," "I should have at least let her be his fadder." "Ovisk ovisk." "Oh..." "I ain't man enough to be a mudder." "# And all at once I knew, I knew at once" "# I knew he needed me" "# Until the day I die, I won't know why I knew he needed me" "# It could be fantasy" "# Oh-oh" "# Or maybe it's because" "# He needs me, he needs me, he needs me, he needs me" "# He needs me, he needs me" "# Da-da, da, da, da, da, da-da, da-da, da" "# It's like a dime a dance, I'll take a chance" "# I will because he needs me" "# No one ever asked before, before" "# Because they never needed me..." "But I do." "But he does!" "# Maybe it's because he's so alone" "# Maybe it's because he's never had a home" "# He needs me, he needs me, he needs me, he needs me" "# He needs me, he needs me" "# For once, for once in life" "# I finally felt that someone needed me" "# And if it turns out real" "# Then love can turn the wheel" "# Because he needs me, he needs me" "# He needs me, he needs me, he needs me, he needs me" "# Da-da, da, da, da, da, da-da, da-da, dum" "# Da-da, da, da, da, da, da-da, da-da, da." "Bye-bye." "Dear..." "Swee'peas." "# Everybody's gotta have somebodys" "# Even if it's only mes" "# Stops yer cryin', Swee'peas" "# And try to go to sleeps" "# I don't know hows you got here" "# I don't knows if you cares" "# You could've come from Heavens" "# Or a typhoon anywhere" "# Well, me, I came from Heaven of Cuddly Na-La Lagoon" "# And I was told me mammy gave me up in a typhoon" "# Well, don't you cry, little Swee'pea" "# You and me, we's both the same" "# And the biggest tear I ever seen" "# Came in the eye of a hurricane" "# Go to sleep, sleep, sleepy, now tell me what you sees" "# And someday when you's older I'll tell you's all about me." ""Love..." "From Popeye."" "Oh, oh..." "Let me see, now..." ""Keep out."" "Hmm... "Tax shelter."" "Uh..." "Oh, the Commodore's boat, but no Commodore, of course." "Aha!" "Swee'pea's still in Sweethaven." "Wimpy!" "Who are you talking to?" "Uh, uh..." "What did you say about Swee'pea?" "I said nothing!" "Oh!" "Oh... but what about..." "Bluto?" "Oh, help, help, oh." "Oh, my, oh!" "Oh, oh." "Oh dear, oh." "Miss Olive, please help me." "So help me, help me." "G-Get me out." "Phooey!" "Not until you tell me everything you know about Swee'pea." "I know nothing!" "Come clean!" "Oh!" "No!" "Oh, no!" "I confess, I confess!" "Yeah, infinks." "Ew!" "I hates infinks." "The kid's worth a fortune, Commodore!" "Uh, I got all the fortune" "I cares about, you idiot." "I got me buried treasure... and don't you wishes you knows where it's hid." "Eat your spinach, you no good infink." "Eat it." "Eat it!" "Eat it!" "Oh, I can't see anything." "There's no one home." "Let's go." "Wimpy, you come back here this very minute." "Uh..." "Open this door." "It's probably locked." "Open this door!" "Commodore." "Shh." "Don't keep calling me Commodore... inside this here harbor." "I got millions o' emenies." "And you is ten or 12 of 'em." "I call you an old fool." "We could break the bank at the betting parlor." "This kid can predict the future." "I don't want to break the bank in the betting parlora, you noninticky." "I owns the betting parlora, and I owns you." "So don't talk to me about no future." "I hates the future." "And I hates the past." "And I hates the present." "Especially you, yeah." "All these years I've been loyal mean, and all these years, you've been dropping hints about buried treasure." "You think that's fair, hmm?" "Don't darest say I ain't fair." "True I hates, but I come by me hating fair... and square." "Hating's me call." "I will live and die by hating." "Hate's done me more good than anything in the world." "# It's not easy bein' me" "# Masker of me own deskiny" "# And I hates responsibiliky" "# Oh, it's not easy bein' me" "# Shut your lip, and open your mouth." "# Oh, it's hard to be in charge" "# Even harder being' large" "# But you're charged when you're in charge" "# No, it's not easy bein' me" "Oh, I hate you so much!" "What's as much as a mutiny?" "Mutiny!" "# Oh, it's not easy bein' me" "# Admiral of me own ship at sea" "I've been scuppered." "Oh, we better tell Popeye we found him." "Who?" "It's not easy being me" "Shh!" "Everyone." "Come on." "Torpedoed." "I've been torpedoed." "# It's not easy bein' me" "# The problems of the large" "# If ya know what I mean" "# He's large, he's large!" "# I got me own destiny" "# Yo ho, yo ho!" "# It's not easy bein' mean!" "# Sometimes some things happen" "# I don't know why anymore" "# Sometime one time something happened" "# I don't know what anymore" "# It's not easy bein' me" "# Masker of me own indignity" "# And it's not the all or end of me" "# Still, it's not easy bein' me" "# It's not easy bein' me" "# Me own rope, too." "# It's not easy..." "# Bein' me..." "Hey, you harming Swee'peas?" "What?" "Oh." "Oh." "Shh." "No." "You'll break his heart." "Your father." "You found me fadder?" "No!" "Yes." "Oh." "Oh, you tell him." "Uh..." "No, I'll tell him." "Oh, no." "Don't tell him." "Let's don't tell him." "Well, what did you find?" "Me Swee'pea and me fadder?" "Uh, more than that." "You found me fadder and me Swee'pea." "Oh." "Commodore." "Oh, no." "Well, you-you found me fadder, me Swee'pea and the Commodore." "Oh." "And Captain Bluto." "Oh!" "Oh, I get it." "No, that's a real cool joke there." "Your father is a rat!" "Oh." "A crook and a kidnapper." "And he's on the Commodore's boat right now with Bluto and Swee'pea." "That's what I can't tell you." "No, he ain't." "Oh, he is, he is!" "No, he ain't, he ain't." "Oh." "And me fadder ain't no kidnappers." "Oh, he is, too." "He's a rat, a crook, a kidnapper and a bad father and more!" "No, no, no, no." "More?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Well, it appears that..." "your father is the Commodore." "Lies." "Lies." "There ain't no dadblasted treasure." "Kid?" "This is a crucial question." "Listen close." "Can you lead me to the old goat's buried treasure?" "Don't tell him!" "You little rat fink..." "He ain't no Commodores." "A hoity-toity Commodore." "He would never be that." "Oh, a rat." "Oh." "A crook." "Oh." "A kidnapper, and a Commodore." "I don't listen to the advice of some dizzy gaming broad." "Oh!" "No." "They ain't there." "And I'm going to prove it." "Now where ain't they?" "Uh, they ain't on the Commodore's boat." "That's where they ain't?" "Mm-hmm." "Well, if that's where they ain't, that's where I'm going to prove that they ain't." "Oh, come on." "Let's do this." "Oh, Popeye, wait a minute." "Go get 'em, Popeye!" "My husband has delegated me to inform you that he's behind you." "I'd go with you, Popeye, but I've a shave and shampoo awaiting." "Give 'em hell, Popeye!" "Kick 'em in the butt." "You can count on me, Mr. Popeye, uh, tomorrow." "See I'd go with you, but I got to lock up." "I just hope he doesn't get hurt." "I'd go with you, Popeye, but I got us a cold." "You know I'd go with you..." "I'd go, Popeye, but the piano man's..." "He's coming." "Revolution is waiting." "Oh, are you going?" "Heard it's impartial." "I ain't going." "Are you going?" "Not me." "I ain't going." "If I wasn't afraid of the water, I'd go." "Make 'em dance, Popeye." "Almost brought you a bottle of Pepsi." "Clean up on 'em, Popeye." "Nauseating." "Don't worry, I'm going with you, but good luck." "Is this where he ain't?" "Hey, hey." "Come on, you..." "Come on." "Hey." "Hey." "I..." "I know you ain't down there." "Truth is, you ain't here..." "Now... where ain't yous?" "Where ain't me Swee'peas?" "What's that?" "What?" "Who?" "Pappy?" "Pap?" "Poppa?" "Pa..." "Poppa." "I ain't nobody's poppa, you one-eyed, fish-faced, sissy-fated, sniffle snaffle." "Oh." "I knew it." "Oh, I knew it." "I found yous." "Oh." "I hate sentiment." "I am disgustifated." "Ooh." "Ooh, nuts to you." "Phooey, phooey, phooey!" "Oh, yes, yes." "Oh, Poppa." "Poppa, Poppa, Poppa." "Oh, Pap... fadder." "It's me." "It's me." "Your oxspring son." "Stand to, you swab." "Yes, sir." "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 octopussy." "I'm your one and only exspring." "See, we got the same bulgy arms." "No resemblance." "We-we got the same squinky eye." "What squinky eye?" "That's going to be hard for you to see." "Oh." "We got the same pipe, Pap." "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." "Oh." "Oh, yes." "There's one way to prove I ain't your fadder." "Pick up that can of spinach." "Pick it up!" "Yeah." "Now bring it over here." "Yeah." "Yeah." "Now eat it." "Eat it?" "Eat it." "Raw?" "Eat it raw." "Eat that spinach." "I don't want to eat..." "Eat the spinach, you brat." "I don't want to eat that spinach." "Oh!" "I don't want to eat that spinach." "I don't want to eat..." "Eat that spinach!" "Oh, you disobedient brat." "You was disobedient when you was two, and you're still disobedient now!" "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?" "He spits it up." "His mother ups and dies, and he wouldn't eat his spinach." "She choked on it, Pop." "His poppa out of work, and he wouldn't eat his spinach." "It wasn't my fault." "The whole country in a depressigan." "And he wouldn't eat his spinach." "That was Coolidge, Poppa." "His poppa going hungry." "Going off to steal." "Stealing what?" "Spinach." "So his ungrate son could grow up big and strong." "You know what I done?" "You know what I done when the G man catched me and thrung me in jail?" "No." "Hmm?" "I laughed." "Yeah." "You laughed?" "I laughed a whole year." "Cut me down from this yardarm." "Getting away with that rotten little insect of a stool pigeon." "Cut you down?" "Cut me down!" "Cut me down." "Cut you down, cut you down." "Cut me down!" "I, uh, cut you down." "Are you serious?" "Well, you said cut you down." "I didn't say cut me down." "I said get me down, get me down." "Oh, oh, unhand me, you brute!" "Oh, what are you doing?" "What?" "!" "Oh!" "Come down here, Bluto!" "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-swallowing sailor." "That's me pap." "That's me pap, I know he is." "Oh, what is all this brightness?" "I can't see." "I-I..." "Oh, Popeye!" "All hands on deck." "Come on, haul ass, haul ass." "They're on the vile body." "Miss Oyl, that's me fadder." "No!" "Your pappy's a Commodore?" "!" "Follow me, get out of here." "He's got him!" "Bluto's got Olive and Swee'pea!" "Olive?" "Olive?" "Help!" "Popeye!" "Olive!" "Olive!" "Who got me Olive?" "I got to get him before he gets me treasure." "All of you can commandeer it." "Help, Popeye!" "The wharf, the wharf is moving." "Shut up, stupid." "This ain't no wharf." "This is me getaway boat." "I'll punch your head." "Hoist the main mast." "Hurry up, Popeye!" "You're falling behind!" "And Bluto's getting away!" "Yeah, with us!" "Help!" "What is it?" "It's a rock." "It's a hard place." "Oh, no." "It's Scab Island." "Mom..." "Don't worry, Castor." "Your father's with us." "S-S-S..." "Scab Island!" "Haul ass!" "Haul ass, haul ass." "Get to your stations." "Get to your battle stations." "Oh... oh, phooey!" "What are you doing?" "What are you doing?" "Who do you think you are, Captain Arab?" "I'm trying to save me Olive Oyl and me Swee'peas." "Olive Oyl?" "Swee'pea?" "What are you doing, making a salad?" "I want me treasure, do you hear me?" "I want me treasure!" "I am the Commodore of this ship, and don't you give orders on it!" "Oh, yeah?" "Well, I'm the Commodore, me friend." "You command this privy, and I'll commands me friends." "Is that any way to talk to your fadder?" "You ain't me fadder." "Me fadder was tall and kind and looks like Abraham Lincoln." "Yeah, don't tell me what I am." "Eh?" "Where'd he go, where'd he go?" "I says I am your fadder." "I ought to know whose fadder I is and whose fadder I ain't." "Who says?" "I said." "I said." "I says avast, you bilge rat, before I use you as an anchor." "Bilge rat, bilge rat, bilge rat?" "!" "Mutiny, mutiny!" "I am your one and only fadder." "Look it, look it..." "Eh..." "the same bulgy arms." "No resemblance." "Eh, the same squinky eye, eh?" "What squinky eye?" "The squinky eye." "Help, Popeye!" "Oh!" "We even got, we even got the same pipe." "Look!" "This ain't me pipe." "He took the bait." "Eh, I've never seen anything like this before in me life." "Talking to your poor old fadder like that." "You disobedient brat." "You're spoiled..." "that's what you are... spoiled." "Children." "Children." "Kids." "Eh, phooey!" "Phooey!" "Give them everything they want, and what'd you get in return?" "Nothing, nothing." "Nothing but heartache, heartache, sadness, and miserky." "And a bad time, once in a while, when you try to give them a bath, and they don't want it." "And another bad time when you want to do something that you really want to do, but all they want to do is not what you want to do." "Bless their little hearts." "If they were really made out of gold," "I'd like to sell them on the open marketplace." "I could make me a fortune." "I could've made us a fortune." "Kids!" "Eh, they don't know what they're doing." "Kids, dadblast 'em!" "They're gonna lead you to ruin." "That's what they gonna do." "Lead you to ruin." "They cry at you when they're young, they yell at you when they're older, they borrow from yous when they're middle-aged, and they leave you alone to die... without even paying you back!" "Children." "Phooey!" "You give them everything they want, and what do you get back in return?" "You gets nothing!" "Catch him like a big, fat lobster." "Why, they're just smaller versions of us, you know." "Well, I'm not so crazy about me in the first place." "So why do I want one of them?" "I'm asking you." "Children." "Ah, children." "Little children." "You'll pour your heart out to them, you give them everything they want, give them candy, and a lot of toys, and what do you get back?" "You get a lot of noise." "Nah-nah-nah-nah, nah, nah." "My poppa's a mean old man!" "I'm through with children." "I'm through with kids." "There ain't nothing I'm never gonna do about it." "There it is, Pap, we's got 'em cornered." "Dad blast that dirty bilge rat!" "You!" "You, with that crazy beard, get that fat guy up here." "Come up here." "Get up here, get up here." "Help!" "Oh!" "Help me!" "There she is!" "Haul ass, haul ass." "Get the cannon and move it here." "Come on, haul ass, haul ass, haul ass." "Get the cannon and move it here." "In a good position, that's it." "What are you doing?" "You can't fire that thing." "There's women and infants on that boat." "You stop worrying." "All I'm gonna do is fire a warning shot right across the bow." "Don't you thinks I knows what I'm doing?" "Ah, short, short." "I was a little short." "A little short?" "Reload it, reload it." "Reload it." "No, you don't." "Dadblast it!" "I missed!" "Full speed ahead." "Slow down, Pap, so we can board her." "We're not gonna board her." "I'm gonna ram him." "I'm gonna ram him." "He's not going to get away with my treasure." "Me Olive and me Swee'pea is on that boat!" "Ha, ha." "Pirate's Cove." "I should've known it." "All right, Mr. Mean." "Oh, 'cause that's gonna be your name from this day forward!" "Yeah, well, you've broken your bail of straws on this camel's back, and just to think that I was ever gonna get engaged to you again!" "Oh, nevermore, I say." "Nevermore!" "Get the water out of the boat!" "Lower the lifeboats." "All women first." "Get the water out of the boat!" "Portly men first!" "Oh, shit!" "Now, listen, kid, this is the most important." "Is the treasure underwater?" "Oh!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "You'd better let me out of here." "Okay, kid, you watch the boat." "I'm going in." "Oh!" "Phooey." "Oh!" "Oh... oh..." "Wait a minute!" "Where do you think you're going?" "We're almost there!" "We're almost where?" "Get me out of here." "Oh, I'm all wet." "Oh!" "Oh, there's fish in here." "Oh." "Popeye, help!" "Olives!" "Oh, that's it." "Help!" "Uh-oh." "Land ho!" "Go get him, son." "Oh, he's a submarine." "He thinks he's a submarine." "Popeye!" "Nana?" "Pirates." "There's pirates." "Oh!" "Bluto!" "Hey, that's my treasure, you runt." "What goes down... must come up." "Bluto!" "Ah, you're in trouble now!" "Even though you're larger than me, you can't wins, 'cause you're bad, and the good always wins over the bad." "Oh, yeah?" "Yeah!" "One... two... three!" "Oh, help." "Help!" "Popeye!" "Hey!" "Who, what, where, why, when?" "What is this?" "Hey, where...?" "I think we owe him an apology." "Your intentions were good, yeah." "Oh!" "Good night, Irene." "Haul ass, haul ass!" "I got to get that treasure." "Now, where is it, where is it?" "It must be down there some..." "oh!" "There it is, there it is!" "You, Undertaker," "Undertaker, get over here." "That's me." "I'll undertake that." "Get over here, get over here." "Come on, get on this rope." "Get on this rope." "Ah, that rotten little infink's looking at me treasure." "Look at that." "Look at that." "Come on, pull it up." "Come on..." "pirate's booties." "Ha-ha!" "He ain't gonna get it." "He ain't gonna get it." "Heave!" "Heave!" "I think I'm going to!" "Look out!" "Popeye, no, oh!" "Open it!" "Get away, get away, get away!" "Help!" "Oh, I can't see a thing!" "Help!" "Help!" "Popeye!" "Oh, oh, thanks!" "Whoops!" "So, it's a sword you need, is it, you little runt?" "Yeah." "You won't be needing that, will yous?" "Watch him, Popeye." "Yeah?" "Allez-hut, hut, hut, hut!" "Hey!" "Popeye!" "Oh!" "Bubble." "Whoa!" "Oh, oh, octopus, octopus!" "Help!" "Help!" "Oh, Popeye!" "Uh... it is an octopussy." "Help!" "Help!" "Oh, I'm going to save that kid." "I'm going to save him." "Hands off!" "Hands off that kid, you!" "Help!" "Popeye!" "Help!" "Help!" "Oh!" "Help, oh, help!" "Hook him, hook him." "Oh, oh..." "Oh, oh!" "Oh, Swee'pea!" "Oh!" "Hoopla, hoopla." "Oh!" "Oh, ooh!" "Oh..." "Oh, who is that down there?" "Whoa, oh, don't get fresh." "Oh." "Oh..." "I'm going to show you the treasure chest now, little one." "Here we gonna..." "Oh, boy, look, whoa!" "Here." "Oh, yes, yes." "Oh, he's got a little..." "Isn't that cute?" "Popeye!" "Dancing, dancing, outside." "Keep your head!" "Look out!" "Oh, oh, oh, oh." "Oh, help!" "Oh..." "Help!" "Help!" "Popeye!" "Popeye!" "Oh...!" "Ah, you sissy faded sniffle snaffle!" "If you'd eaten your spinach like I told you, you wouldn't be losing this fight." "I ain't gonna eat no spinach." "I ain't losing." "Oh!" "Help!" "You disobedient brat." "Here, eat this spinach." "Bull's-eye!" "Help!" "I-I-I..." "Oh, yeah?" "Oh, yeah." "You don't like spinach?" "I hates it." "Yeah." "Eat this spinach." "Eat, eat." "See you in Davy Jones' locker." "Now, my treasure!" "Sound the charge, kid." "Help!" "Help!" "Oh!" "Oh!" "Look at Bluto!" "Look at that!" "Bluto's turned yellow!" "'Fraidy cat, 'fraidy catl" "Good riddance to bad garbage." "Oh, Popeye!" "#" "He's Popeye, the sailor man" "Oh, my hero!" "# He's Popeye, the sailor man" "# He's strong to the finish 'cause he eats his spinach" "# He's Popeye, the sailor man" "# Oh, I'm Popeye, the sailor man" "# I'm Popeye, the sailor man," "# I'm strong to the finish 'cause I eats me spinach" "#" "I'm Popeye, the sailor man" "He's Popeye, the sailor man" "# He's Popeye, the sailor man, he's Popeye, the sailor man" "# He's strong to the finish 'cause he eats his spinach" "# He's Popeye, the sailor man" "# 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 outroughs 'em" "# And none of 'em gets nowhere" "# If anyone guesses to risk his fisk" "# It's buff and it's wham, understands?" "# So keep good behavior, that's your one lifesaver" "# With Popeye, the sailor man" "# He's Popeye, the sailor man, he's Popeye, the sailor man" "Chicken of the seas, yeah." "# He's strong to the finish 'cause he eats his spinach" "# He's Popeye, the sailor man" "# Popeye" "# Popeye, the sailor man." "Popeye." "Choo-choo!"