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.

[repeated line] Haul ass, haul ass.

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.

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

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?

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.

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.

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.

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

I hates sentiment. I am disgustipated.