Popeye quotes

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

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

View Quote The Taxman: One sunflower, embarrasing the Taxman tax.

View Quote [singing] I'm so mean, I had a dream of beatin' myself up. 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. Argh! I'm mean. You know what I mean. If you know what I mean, you'll know what I mean! I'm mean! Meaner than..., I sure am mean! Yeah, mean. I'm meaner than that. You know what I mean. I'm so damn mean! I'm mean!

View Quote The Taxman: You just docked.
Popeye: I has.
The Taxman: Ah ha, let's see here, that'll be 25 cents docking tax.
Popeye: What for?
The Taxman: Where's your sea craft?
Popeye: It ain't no sea craft, it's me dinghy and it's under the wharf.
The Taxman: Ah ha. aah-ha. This your goods?
Popeye: They is.
The Taxman: Yeah. You're new in town right?
Popeye: If you call this a town, yes.
The Taxman: Well, first of all, there's 17 cents new in town tax, and 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.
Popeye: Uh, who's this Commodore?
The Taxman: Is the nature of question? There's a nickel question tax.

View Quote [repeated line] Haul ass, haul ass.

View Quote Oh, what am I? Some kind of barnicle on the dinghy of life? Oh, I ain't no doctors, but I knows I'm losing me patience. What am I? Some kind of judge or lawyers? Maybe not, but I knows what law suitks me. [to the prostitute] 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.

View Quote Poopdeck Pappy: His mother ups and dies, and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
Popeye: She choked on it, pop.
Poopdeck Pappy: His poppa out of work, and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
Popeye: It wasn't my fault.
Poopdeck Pappy: The whole country in a depressigan. Ooh, and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
Popeye: That was Coolidge, Poppa.
Poopdeck Pappy: His poppa going hungry. Going off to steal. Stealing what?
Popeye, Poopdeck Pappy: Spinach!
[Popeye throws the spinach behind Pappy's back.]
Poopdeck Pappy: So his ungrate son could grow up big and strong. You know I've done? You know what I've done when the G-Man catched me and thrung me in jail?
Popeye: No.
Poopdeck Pappy: Hmm? I laughed.
Popeye: Yeah. You laughed?
Poopdeck Pappy: I laughed a whole year. [laughs]

View Quote [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.

View Quote I hates sentiment. I am disgustipated.

View Quote Popeye: How come carrots is a dollar?
George W. Geezil: $1.50. You buy what I don't feel like selling will cost you $2.00.
Popeye: All right, there you are. [takes the carrots and tosses Geezil a nickel]
George W. Geezil: Ah ah. Nope, deadbeat, this is a nickel.
Popeye: I pays what I feels like payin'! Heh heh heh.
The Taxman: You're not up to no good, are you? Because if you are, there's a 50 cent up-to-no-good tax.

View Quote [arriving at the Oyl's party, picking up Mrs. Oyl] Mother!

View Quote Okay, shorty, from now on the whole world is gonna be double taxed. Triple taxed. Quadruple taxed! Surtaxed! Exercised taxed! OVERtaxed! And, THUMB TAXED!!

View Quote Popdeck Pappy: Cut me down from this yardarm. He's gettin' away with that rotten little insect on a stool pigeon.
Popeye: Cut ya down?
Poopdeck Pappy: Cut me down. Cut me down.
Popeye: [grabbing a knife] Cut ya down, cut ya down.
Poopdeck Pappy: Cut me down.
[Popeye does that. Pappy lands flat on his face and breaking the chair.]
Popeye: I, uh, cut you down.
Poopdeck Pappy: Ugh, you idiot!!
Popeye: You said cut you down.
Poopdeck Pappy: I didn't say cut me down, I said get me down, get me down! 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 Swallowin' Sailor!
Popeye: That's me pap. That's me pap, I know he is.

View Quote Another thing I got is a sensk of humiligration. Now, maybe you swabs can pool your intelligensk and sees that I'm axsking you for an apologeky.