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.

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?

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!

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

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.

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

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.

The Taxman: One sunflower, embarrasing the Taxman tax.

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.

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

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.

George Geezil: POOEY on carrots!!

Popeye: I oughta bust you right in the mush.
Olive Oyl: Yeah, what is this?
J. Wellington Wimpy: A hundred and twenty samoleans.
Olive Oyl: You won a hundred and twenty samoleans?
J. Wellington Wimpy: You know how many hamburgers that is?

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

[about Poopdeck Pappy]
Olive Oyl: You father is a rat, a crook, and a kidnapper! And he's on the Commodore's right now with Bluto and Swee'Pea. That's what I can't tell you.
Popeye: No, he ain't, and my father ain't no kidnapper.
Olive Oyl: He is too. He's a rat, a crook, a kidnapper, and a bad father and more!
Popeye: More?
Olive Oyl: Yeah.
J. Wellington Wimpy: Well, it appears that you father is the Commodore.
Popeye: He ain't no Commodore. A hoity-toity Commodore. He would never be that.
Olive Oyl: A rat, a crook, a kidnapper, and a Commodore.
Popeye: I don't listen to the advice of some dizzy gaming broad. [to Wimpy] Now, they ain't there, and I'm gonna prove it to you. Where ain't they?
J. Wellington 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.