Cole Oyl: [repeated line] You owe me an apology.

George Geezil: POOEY on carrots!!

Ham Gravy: [at Olive's engaement party] This is a real sad occasion. A very sad day.

J. Wellington Wimpy [singing] I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today.

Nana Oyl: [about Castor] Get him out of that ring. Don't touch his feet. He's gotta dance with those feet.

Nana Oyl: I don't know...Captain Bluto has the patience of Jobe! Or is it Job? Well, he certainly has a nice job. Jobe.

Sign at Roughhouse's Cafe: Positively NO Credit! Especially You, Wimpy!

The Taxman: One sunflower, embarrasing the Taxman tax.

Bluto: Commodore.
Poopdeck Pappy: Don't keep calling me commodore inside this here harbor. I got millions 'o enemies. And you is 10 or 12 of them.

Bluto: Okay, Shorty, from now on the whole world is gonna be double taxed! Triple taxed! Quadruple taxed! Surtaxed! EXERCISE taxed! OVER taxed! And, THUMB taxed!

Bluto: You don't like spinach?
Popeye: I hates it.

Chorus: [singing] He's Popeye the Sailor Man. He's Popeye the Sailor Man. He's strong to the finich cause 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 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, it's your one lifesaver, with Popeye the Sailor Man.

George W. Geezil: What is that glop you're eating?
J. Wellington Wimpy: It's a soup burger. These are difficult times. Burgers can't be choosers.

Nana Oyl: Olive, will you show Mister... Mister...
Popeye: Oh, Popeye, ma'am.
Nana Oyl: Mr. Eye the spare room?
Popeye: Just Popeye, ma'am.

Olive Oyl: Goochy goo.
Popeye: None of that talk around me son. Me son is gonna be a man infink, not a baby infink. [to Swee'Pea] Come to poppa, me little Swee'Pea. You're me little Swee'Pea.
Olive Oyl: Swee'Pea? You're bats.
Popeye: I found him in Sweethaven, that's why he is me Swee'Pea. I am calling him Swee'Pea and that is his name. [to Swee'Pea] Ain't that the truth?
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?