Popeye

Popeye quotes

65 total quotes (ID: 459)

Bluto
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Poopdeck Pappy
Popeye


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


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.

It's NINE O'CLOCK!! CURFEW!! LIGHTS OUT!!!

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.

[repeated line] Haul ass, haul ass.

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.

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]

[singing] And I yam what I yam and I yam what I yam that I yam / And I gotta lotta muscle and I only gots one eye / And I never hurts nobody and I'll never tell a lie / Top to me bottom and bottom to me top / That's the way it is 'til the day that I drop, what am I / I yam what I yam

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?

Popeye: Ya got a room for renk?
Nana Oyl: What for what?
Popeye: Renk, renk. Your sign says ya got a room for renk.
Nana Oyl: Oh, my stars and gardens! My mind was a million miles away. Come in before you catch your death of mud.
Popeye: Mud? [reads a name on a mailbox] Oyls. That explains it. She's down a quart.

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.

I know you ain't down there. Truth is you ain't here. Now, where ain't you? Where ain't me Swee'Pea?

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.

[to a photo of his Pappy] Poppa. Pretty soon, you and me are going to be together again, huh? Yeah. Thirty 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.