Popeye/Transcript

Animated Popeye: Hey, what's this, one of Bluto's tricks? I'm in the wrong movie.
♪ Sweet Sweethaven ♪
♪ God must love us ♪
♪ we, the people ♪
♪ of Sweethaven ♪
♪ hooray, hooray Sweethaven ♪
♪ flags are wavin' ♪
♪ we're people from the sea ♪
♪ safe from hypocrisy ♪
♪ sweeter than a melon tree ♪
♪ put here for you and me ♪
♪ Sweethaven ♪
♪ sweet Sweethaven ♪
♪ God must love us ♪
♪ we, the people ♪
♪ of Sweethaven ♪
♪ God must have landed here ♪
♪ why else ♪ ♪ would he send us here ♪
♪ where the air ♪ ♪ is nice and clear? ♪
♪ Sweethaven ♪ ♪ even sounds so near ♪
♪ to heaven ♪
♪ God will always bless ♪
♪ Sweethaven ♪
♪ God will always bless ♪
♪ Sweethaven ♪
♪ God will always bless ♪
♪ Sweethaven ♪
You just docked?
I have, sir.
Uh-huh. That'll be 25 cents docking tax.
What for?
Where's your sea craft?
It ain't no sea craft, it's me dinghy, and it's under the wharf.
Aha. Ahh-ha.
This your goods?
They is.
You're new in town, right?
Call this a town? Yeah.
Well, first of all, there's 17 cents new-in-town tax, then there's 45 cents rowboat-under-wharf tax, and $1.00 leavin'-your-junk-lyin'- around-the-wharf tax.
So altogether, you owe the commodore $1.87.
Who's this commodore?
That the nature of a question?
There's a nickel question tax.
Oh, forget it. I see what you're up to.
Here you go.
Exact change, please.
I'm an exact-change tax man.
Oh, is that a fact? Here's a dollar.
There's a red cent.
There's a franc, a peso.
Here's a guilder.
And, oh, yes, how about this?
Kids.
There's a nickel curiosity tax.
Hey. Hey, I paid me tax...
Get out of the way!
Oh, tax dis, tax dat...
I ain't mad, though. Mm-mmm.
I'm just disgustipated.
You pay your taxes, you should get servix.
Mmm. Yeah.
I got it.
I got it.
No, I got it.
Go left. Yeah.
I got it.
Don't worry. I got it.
Blow me down.
Looks like me old pipe. What's it doin' here?
What a coinkydenks.
I got it.
I don't got it.
I--i don't got it!
Hey!
What is this? This ain't the orchestra pits. Uhh!
I got it now.
Oh, look at that.
♪ nobody seems ♪ ♪ to care ♪ you've got so much to bear, ma'am.
Can i-- blow me down!
♪ it's the wind ♪ ♪ and air ♪
♪ just try ♪ ♪ to double-dare ♪ blow me down.
Pardon me, there. Maybe, uh...
Blow me down.
Look. Look over there. A stranger's coming.
♪ wherever I go ♪
♪ it's a lovely day ♪
♪ it's still ♪ ♪ a perfect day, but ♪
♪ it's a lovely place ♪
♪ gee, I'd love ♪ ♪ to stay, but... ♪ blow me down...
When we roll into town.
♪ trouble ♪
♪ trouble ♪
♪ trouble ♪ local glum club.
♪ it's friendly here ♪ a little scary, too.
I think I'll spend a year.
♪ or 2 maybe 3-- ♪ hey, whoa.
♪ I yam what I yam ♪
♪ wherever I go ♪
♪ I cames with the sea ♪ they seem to got my number, but no one's lookin' it up, ain't it?
Oh, good day to you.
Good day.
Kinda greasy good day, but that's all right.
Bunch of carricks?
No. No.
You ain't got no carricks? What are those, prunes?
Poya carrots.
Broccoli?
I am in the mood for carricks.
I need me vitamins.
Poya carrot sticks. Spinach?
If I want spinach, I'll ax you for spinach.
So why you didn't say so?
For you, each a dollar.
How much is a broccoli?
Nickel. Maybe dime.
And the spinach?
Dime, maybe quarter.
Then how come carricks is a dollar?
$1.50.
You buy what I don't feel like selling, it costs you $2.00.
Oh, I sees what you're up to here.
All right. Here you go.
Ah-ah-ah. Deadbeat. No, this is a nickel.
I pays what I feels like payin'.
You're not up to no good, are you?
'Cause if you are, there's a 50-cent up-to-no-good tax.
Ohhh... Kids.
Come here! Come back!
♪ it seems like everywhere ♪
♪ some people here ♪
♪ blow me down ♪
careful there.
What blew him into town?
Oh, the short arm of the law, huh?
♪ blow me down ♪
♪ blow me dow-ow-- ♪ yeow! Hey!
Hey! Ow! Ooh.
Hey, hey. That's it.
I'll take all you on.
Come on. Come on!
Come on.
Come on. What, you can't dish it out, but-- uh, are you the piano tuner or the man with the party favors?
You got a room for renk?
What? For what?
Renk! Renk!
Your sign says you got a room for renk.
Ohh, my stars and gardens!
My mind was a million miles away.
Come in before you catch your death of mud.
Mud. Hmmph.
That explains it. She's down a quart.
Scums. I'll find ya.
Come on, come on.
They don't make 'em like they used to.
Ohh!
I'm sorry, mother, but it's ugly.
I ask you, have you ever seen anything so ugly?
I won't be engaged in this hat.
I heard that.
Don't think I didn't hear that!
She owes me an apology.
Oh...ugly.
There's nothing left to say.
What do you think?
I think it's up to you, dear.
What do you think? Ugly!
I think it's a conspiracy.
Ohh...
Why would they manufacture deliberate ugliness unless they wanted me to look ugly?
We find that out, we find out everything.
There's a stranger in t--err, um...
Ohh.
I can't get engaged.
You'll have to tell bluto. I can't.
We'll have to cancel the party tomorrow night.
It's not my fault that it's so ugly.
Oh! What are you doing listening in on a private conversation between me and my mother?
I've a good mind to have my father call a policeman.
Olive, will you show mister... Mister...
Oh. Popeye, ma'am. ...Mr. Eye the spare room?
Just popeye.
Go upstairs, mr. Eye. Olive will show you the room.
Thanks. Heh heh.
Mmm. Comes close to an asylum here.
Show me a room. Show me some courtesy. Might be nice.
I don't see why I have to do anything on the day before my engagement party when nothing's ready-- especially me.
And what kind of name is that, anyway? "Popeye"?
Pretty strange.
What kind of name is "olive oyl"?
Sounds like some kind of lubricanks.
Thank you very much, ma'am.
Don't look in that room. That's my room.
Meant no disrespect.
Ugly, huh?
You owe me an apology.
What?
Who shoved a feather in his ear?
What'd you say?
Sure is nice weather you have here.
Your name really "olives"?
So what?
"Olives oyl"? Ha ha.
You don't look greek.
So? You're short...
Or you're just passing yourself off as short.
Can I see me room now?
Oh, as if I cared...
Let me give you a hand there. Maybe it needs a little oil.
No--oh!
Aah!
Nice-lookin' room.
Mmm. Never seen a room done in early demoliskin before, but this'll do for me.
Careful how you treat that bed.
Nothing goes on this bed.
Sorry. I was just-- watch that lamp!
Let me give you some assistance here.
Give me your hand. There. That's it.
Yeah, here we are.
Oh, your underclothes.
You--oh.
I still respecks you.
Oh!
Me bad eye. I didn't see nothin'.
Hmph!
Thanks for your help.
Miss oyl. Meybe--
Oh. Yes, uh, that is my hat.
Don't forget to put the cat out, dear.
We don't have a cat.
"Eau de toilette."
Yeah, eau de toilette.
Yeah.
How do you like that?
Gold's up 20 cents. $2.00 an ounce.
I knew it! I knew it!
I could've made a fortune on fillings if bluto would've let me go directly to the commodore.
He's so jealous of me, that bluto.
Well, who wouldn't be?
Me, I'm not jealous of castor.
He's my son!
Man jealous of his own son?
You owe me an apology!
I didn't mean you.
Never lets me go to the commodore.
The commodore is a paragon of sagacity.
If ever I could put in a good word-- shut up is the word!
Pass is another word, but wimpy, he don't pass.
He should be killed.
Mmm. I don't look as good as I smell.
Too late now. Gotta go.
Oh, mr. Eye...
Popeye, ma'am.
...have you met-- uh, pop-- meet wimpy, my son castor, mr. Geezil, my husband cole.
We're all one big, happy family here...
Hmmph.
Although not really. I mean, um, well, mr. Geezil and mr. Wimpy are-- me, I'm family.
Well, you're my husband!
You owe me an apology.
I can't find anything.
What are you looking for, olive?
A glass.
Oh. Here's a glass.
That's a short, fat, ugly glass.
I want a tall, pretty, slender glass.
They're all broken.
I could've made a fortune in fish futures.
Fish?
Fish futures smell.
What kind of glass do you want, olive?
A wine glass or a brandy glass or a water glass?
Oh, not a thing. I don't want a thing.
Real appetizing.
I want a fork.
Right beside your plate.
If it was a knife, it would cut you.
Will you sit down, mr. Eye, please!
You owe me an apology.
Pass the fish, please.
Fish! Excellent idea.
Miss oyl, I would suggest before matrimony, fish.
Fish before matrimony.
That does look good there.
Wish I had a plate, though.
4 times engaged is 3 times much.
Oh, he can't talk me out of anything. I'm not a child.
I'll say you're not a child.
Who says I'm not a child?
You said you're not a child, and I agreed with you, that's who.
Who asked you to agree with me?
No one can stop me from agreeing with you if I want.
I can.
Quarreling at my table. You both owe me an apology.
Sorry, pop. What?
Please pass the shrimp, chicken, and meatballs.
Well...i don't know.
Captain bluto has the patience of job-- or is it job?
He's certainly got a very good job--jobe.
And he needs a lot of patience.
Why, he runs this town for the commodore while he's away, and the commodore's always away.
As a matter of fact, I've never seen him. Have you, cole?
I'd never let a girl break my engagement.
I'd break her nose before she broke my engagement.
And you better not try on me what you pulled on bluto, because I'm no pushover.
You owe your sister an apology.
Will you stop fidgeting?
This knife won't cut.
Here, take mine.
Not since I was a child have we had sharp knives.
You owe me an apology.
You don't like our knives?
Bluto's rich. He can buy you plenty of knives.
Ohh. I hate this table. It's ugly.
I'm the only one with nerve enough to tell the truth about it.
Then why don't you let bluto the pushover buy you a new table?
Am I right, pop?
Right.
I'm right? Right. You're right.
Nothing left?
Oh, bluto, bluto, bluto!
Everyone takes advantage of my poor bluto!
Get a new glass, a new knife...
Now they want a table!
Well, hmmph!
That's why I always have to break off our engagement-- to stop you all from taking advantage of the sweetest, most humble man on the face of this earth!
Hmmph.
You make me sick.
Never good to be too full, I guess.
It's 9:00!
Curfew!
Lights out!
Woman, whispering: You can have your kiss now.
Oh!
Poppa.
Pretty soon you and me are gonna be together again, huh?
Yeah.
30 years ain't that long.
Besides...
Next wednesday's our annualversity.
Yeah. Yeah.
Ohh...
Stay alive.
That's all I'm axkin' you.
Good night, poppa.
Sweep, sweep.
Sweep, sweep.
Sweep, sweep.
Hey-up!
Ahhh--whooop!
♪ everything is food, ♪ ♪ food, food ♪
♪ everything is food to go ♪
♪ everything ♪ ♪ is food for thought ♪
♪ everything you can eat ♪ ♪ is dough ♪
♪ it is food ♪
♪ everything is food ♪
♪ everything is meat, ♪ ♪ meat, meat ♪
♪ careful what you put ♪ ♪ on your feet ♪
♪ once it lived ♪ ♪ on an animule ♪
♪ now it walks ♪ ♪ along with you ♪
♪ it could be food ♪
♪ everything is food ♪
♪ I would gladly ♪ ♪ pay you tuesday ♪
♪ for a hamburger ♪ ♪ today ♪
♪ he would gladly pay you ♪ ♪ tuesday ♪
♪ for a hamburger today ♪
♪ everything is chow, ♪ ♪ chow, chow ♪
♪ everything ♪ ♪ is food to go now ♪
♪ everything ♪ ♪ is fast food chains ♪
♪ from your lemon ♪ ♪ to your sugar canes ♪
♪ it is food ♪
♪ everything is food ♪ did you order a hamburger?
Yeah, I ordered a hamburger. That's what I got-- a hamburger.
No, I beg to disagree.
A genuine hamburger for the gentleman.
I'm buying. Gee, thanks.
Who's payin'?
I'm buying, he's paying.
Nickel hamburger tax.
I'd refuse to pay if I were you.
Shocking abuse of power.
Roughhouse!
♪ food, food, food ♪
♪ everything is food ♪ one hamburger chiseler's tax.
♪ I would gladly ♪ ♪ pay you tuesday ♪
♪ for a hamburger ♪ ♪ today ♪
♪ he would gladly pay you ♪ ♪ tuesday ♪
♪ for a hamburger today ♪
♪ everything is upside-down ♪
♪ everything is sunnyside up ♪
♪ it's ubiquitous ♪
♪ enigmatic and ♪
♪ they can't trick us ♪ ♪ with no hot dog ♪
♪ everything is food, ♪ ♪ food, food ♪
♪ everything is food ♪
yaahh!
Here.
Hey, hey, hey! Laverne!
Laverne!
Give us a smooch! Ha ha ha!
I really need someone to kinda talk to.
'Cause I thought everybody in this town might be deef.
What's that?
You know, the gisk of why I'm here is I'm lookin' for me poppa.
Yeah.
I've searched the 7 seas for him, and I haven't found him yet.
I was only 2 years old, me own pap left me.
I was just a mere infink.
Pipe down, will you?
Me own pap ditches me.
I'm a very tolerant man, except when it comes to holdin' a grudge.
I never thought I'd forgive me paps, but about 7 years ago, I ships out on this boat, the gloomy gus.
Just off the coast of guam, but it breaks up in this typhoon.
I'm stuck on this raft for 45 days without food or waters.
But after all this time on this raft, this visiktation comes to me.
Looks just like me mother, rest her soul.
And it says, "your pap is still alive."
Excuse me.
So when I was finally rescued...
I figured I gotta forgive me paps, you know?
You see, I'm only afeared he might be dead and never realize what a fine figure on an orphink I turned out to be. Oh, yeah.
You sure got a nice-lookin' face there, one-eye!
One-eye?
I've seen better arms on a baboon!
You're a slime!
You want to know why you're "loneskome"?
Go take a look in that mirror!
You know, if it's one ting I got, it's a sensk of humor.
Where did you get that "pronunskiation"?
Yeah! Got a olive caught in your throat?
Well, i'll get back to ya.
Pappy.
Dadda. I want my dadda!
Yeah, if I were your daddy, I'd ship out, too!
Yeah. You're too dumb-lookin' to leave on a doorstep!
Hah hah hah! Hah hah hah!
Hey, runt!
I'll bet your pappy is as ugly as you are.
Another thing I got...
Is a sensk of humiligration.
Now, uh, maybe you swabs can pool your intelligensk and see that I'm askin' you for an apolojagy.
Heh heh heh.
Hey, butch.
Why don't you give daddy's boy an apology?
With pleasure, spike. Heh heh heh.
The little one-eyed rat wants an apology.
Well, I would like to offer my most sincere and humfelt apologies.
You got it.
Yikes!
You apologize?
I--i apologize.
Rosie, get my hat. I think it's time we leave.
I've gotta get back to the dairy--
Aah!
Apologize!
For what?
Hah hah hah! Hah hah hah!
All these idjits.
This a smorgasbord of violence.
That's everybody.
Everybody's apologized.
Yeah, everybody's really sorry.
Oh, everybody's really, really sorry.
Now it's your turn to be sorry.
Sorry I have to do this, but enough is enough.
Oh...sorry.
Guess what!
Thanks.
Anybody else want an apologigy?
All in a day's fun, ain't it?
Hup! Hey, why...
Anybody home?
There you go. Sorry about that.
Nah. Keep the change.
Remember, my dear, tonight, it's my turn to be tall.
Very nice party, I can't help but feel sad, though.
Chico.
This is a sad day for me.
Chico, hand these things out.
Make sure everybody gets one.
Flowers--
I forgot the flowers.
Hmm.
Yep...
The solushkion.
Look at that. Ah, me dress blues.
It's castor's favorite color.
Oh, you and castor.
Oh, phooey!
We're just waiting for captain bluto.
I can't tell you how happy this makes me to attend miss oyl's party.
Nice-lookin' furs there.
Oh.
Boy, uh, I don't know when I've had this much fun and still been conscious.
Well, better be on me way.
Au reservoir.
Heh heh.
I didn't want to go to no party.
That's good, 'cause you ain't invited.
Who says I ain't invited?
I says. Who are you?
You know who I am. I'm you.
Ugly.
Bluto's ugly, all right.
Bluto's distinguished.
He's distinguished, all right-- distinguishedly ugly!
Bluto's special.
Oh, he's special, all right.
Especially ugly.
♪ he's tall ♪
♪ good-lookin' ♪
♪ and he's large ♪
♪ he's large ♪
♪ large ♪
♪ tall ♪
♪ large ♪
G-Good evening, captain bluto. I mean...
♪ and he's mine ♪
♪ not a mandolin ♪
♪ oh, no ♪ ♪ oh, no ♪
♪ he's an accordion ♪
♪ I have to squeeze him ♪ ♪ each night ♪
♪ to keep him warm ♪
♪ warm ♪ ♪ warm ♪
♪ oh, boy ♪
♪ he's virile ♪
♪ and he's strong ♪
♪ strong ♪ ♪ strong ♪
♪ he's strong ♪
♪ strong ♪ ♪ strong ♪ sounds like bluto.
At your service, sir.
There's a good picture in the paper this week, captain bluto.
Any time you want me to come clean the boat, captain bluto.
Mother!
♪ he's got money ♪
♪ and respect ♪
♪ that's true ♪ ♪ that's true ♪
♪ he's better ♪
♪ than the rest ♪
♪ that's true ♪ ♪ that's true ♪
♪ he may not ♪
♪ be the best ♪
♪ but he's large ♪
♪ and he's mine ♪ she can have him.
She loves me...
Yeah. Of course she does.
She don't love me...
Oh, no, no, no.
May God forbid it.
She'll marry me!
♪ large ♪
♪ large ♪ ♪ large ♪
♪ large ♪
♪ large ♪ ♪ large ♪
♪ mine ♪
♪ mine ♪ ♪ mine ♪
♪ mine ♪
♪ mine ♪ ♪ mine ♪ she won marry me.
She will.
She won't.
♪ it may seem funny ♪
♪ but it's not ♪
♪ oh, no ♪ ♪ oh, no ♪
♪ I'm thankful ♪
♪ for what I've got ♪
♪ me, too ♪ ♪ me, too ♪
♪ it may not ♪
♪ be a lot ♪
♪ but he's large ♪
she will!
She...
Mmmm...
Mmmm...
Faulty flower, c-captain bluto.
Mrs. Oyl, olive's-- olive's what?
Olive's... Olive's...
Getting ready. Getting ready.
Good.
Now, where were we?
Uh, she won't marry you...
She...
She will!
Ha ha ha!
Ha ha...Ohh!
Here. Eat those.
Mmm. Yeah, yeah. Ahh. Whew.
Thank you, mr. Slats.
Olive!
No place to go.
Can't go to no party without an invite.
Whoo!
That's it! Come on!
Oh, ho, ho. Whoa. Miss oyl...
You scared the wits out of me!
I almost knocked them out of you, too.
What right do you have to lurk in the dark and scare the wits out of a person?
I wasn't.
I was just kind of...
How's your party goin', miss oyl?
Oh, that's a dumb question.
Where do you think I'm headed right now?
Uh, well, um... That way, I think.
Out of town.
I am not headed out of town!
Don't you see which direction I'm facing?
You're goin'...
Now you're facin'-- now you're facin' easterly.
There you go. Southwest. Place your bets.
You need some help with your bags, miss oyl?
No.
I didn't touch you. Didn't mean to hurt you.
Thank you.
Oh, you do.
Sorry about that. Didn't mean to scares you.
Oh...no, that's the wrong way!
Yes.
Sorry about that.
No, that's the wrong way!
I want to go...
Ooh! Ohhh!
Whoo! Oh! Ohh!
Ohh!
That way!
That'll be 50 cents, impersonating- a-traffic-cop tax.
What?
Oh, I'm sorry, miss oyl.
Didn't recognize you from the back.
Won't happen again.
How come miss oyl don't have to pay no taxes?
That's 10 cents. Question tax.
I'll give you somethin' to tax.
I'll let you off this time since you're with miss oyl.
Good night, miss oyl.
How come bein' with miss oyl means you don't have to pay no...Taxes?
Well, I don't know what you're talkin' about.
Here's a nice cup of tea for you, captain bluto, while you're waiting.
Where's olive?
Olive?
You think everyone pays taxes but me and my family, don't you? Hmm.
Well, you couldn't be more wrong.
If I'm wrong, why am I on your right?
You think because I'm engaged to bluto and bluto runs the town for the commodore, so we get special favors. Well, it's a lie.
Olive!
Bluto is kind and generous and likes to do things for his loved ones.
And you want me to hurt his feelings.
Well, phooey on you.
You don't care enough about me or my family to be at my engagement party.
And what are you doing in Sweethaven, anyway?
Well, um, I'm lookin' for me pap.
Yeah.
Well, if that's true, then where is he?
Well, uh, you got me there.
I don't really know.
I got this sensk that he's here, though, you know?
Well, all right, I'll wait.
There are too many guests as it is.
Half of them I hate.
One thing I remember about me pap was he always used to throw me up in the air.
But he'd never be there when I'd come down.
Yeah.
Boy, he had a sense of humor, didn't he?
Yeah, that was me pap.
I remember that time he gave me an electric eel as a toy.
Eep! Yeah, that was fun.
He'd rock me in my cradle real, real, real hard, and I'd lose me formula.
Then he'd say, "one day you'll be a sailor."
Heh heh. That's what I am today.
Sometimes, he'd bounce me on his knee.
Most of the time he'd miss, though.
Couldn't see too well with one eye.
Oh, me pap. Yeah.
Well, I'm not waiting any longer. Hmm.
Oh. Sorry, miss oyl.
You almost...
Ho ho!
Mm-hmm...
Me train of thought kinda derailed and...
Oh, yeah. All that time waitin'.
I've been waitin'-- what are you doing with that basket?
Well, i'm-- I'm carryin' it.
It's your basket, ain't it?
It is not my basket.
Somebody has deliberately painted that basket to look like my basket.
My basket was clean and beautiful, and this basket is ugly.
Yikes! Rattlesnake!
Miss oyl, we should at least have dinner first.
Rattlesnake!
Rattlesnake?!
Where is it, miss oyl?
Is it in there?
Don't worry, miss oyl.
I've handled vermins before.
I'll rattle that snake till it's a pair of shoes.
That's it, i'll...
I'll rattle him upside-down.
Ohh! Ohh!
I'll get to him. Come on. Hup!
Aah!
Hey! Ohh!
Ohh...
Ohh...
Blow me down.
Ohh...
Here you go, little tyke.
Here's your snake. There you go.
What do you got here?
"To the one-eyed sailor."
That must be me.
Wait a minute. Hold on there.
Watch out. I don't wanna hurt you.
Hi.
I'll read this.
I'll bring it right back to you.
Oh, I ain't that ugly. It's all right.
Ohh. It's ok.
* I am, I am, I am I'm all right.
Hey...
It's ok.
Hey, hey, hey.
We're together in this. Mm-hmm.
All right.
"I must trust someone with my baby..."
Baba.
You're a baby. It says right there.
"I must trust someone with my baby
"until I frees meself
"of certain financial obligations, "which will take 25 years or so, "at which time I shall reclaims him.
"In the meantime, "love him as only a mother could.
Signed, a mother."
You want the note? Ok, take it back.
Ha ha ha.
Oh, I loves you more than you'll ever know.
Olive!
Aah! Ohh!
♪ I'm mean, I'm mean, ♪ ♪ I'm mean ♪
♪ you know what I mean? ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ you know what I say ♪
♪ he says he's mean ♪
♪ you know what I mean ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ mean ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ you know what I mean? ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ I'm meaner than-- ♪
♪ that's it, ♪ ♪ that's it ♪
♪ I mean what I say ♪
♪ he do, he do ♪
♪ 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, ♪ ♪ then woke up ♪ arrrhhh!
♪ I'm mean ♪
♪ mean, mean, ♪ ♪ mean, mean ♪
♪ you know what I mean? ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ if you know ♪ ♪ what I mean ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ you'll know ♪ ♪ what I mean ♪
♪ doo, doo, doo, doo ♪
♪ I'm mean ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ meaner than-- ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ I sure am mean ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ yeah, mean ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ I mean what I says ♪
♪ he says ♪ ♪ he says ♪
♪ he says that he's mean ♪
♪ you know what I mean? ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ I'm so damn mean ♪
♪ he's mean, ♪ ♪ he's mean ♪
♪ I'm mean! ♪
Look at this.
Came looking for me pap, and now I'm a mother.
You are so cute.
♪ I have a baby ♪
♪ a little baby ♪ olive.
I thoroughly engaged your enjoyment party.
Stairs. There you go. Got another 2 to go.
I'm not going to drop him.
Ok. Good.
♪ little baby ♪ when you throw a party, you trow a party, don't youse?
For the last time, where's olive?!
Oh...
Grrrr!
Uh-oh.
Oh!
Grrr!
Oh!
Grrrr!
Ohhh...
Women and infinks first.
Here you go.
I'll get back to you, I will.
Ohhh. Ohhh.....
A little somethin' to remember me by.
Good luck.
Ahem. Ohhh...
There's a logical explanation for this.
I'd make the same mistake meself.
Yeah, I knows what you're tinkin'.
Grrrr!
Blbb-bbr. Oh, look at the birdies.
Ok, I'll fight all 8 of you.
Ok, shortie, the oyls is gonna be double taxed.
Hup, hup.
Hey, hey! What the...Hey!
Triple taxed!
More light. Looks like I didn't pay me bills.
Quadruple taxed!
Oh, look at that. Whoa...
Goin' down.
Surtaxed!
Am I goin' around, or is it the world?
Help me free the birds.
Exercise taxed!
Over taxed!
How come everything's multiplicatin' now?
And thumb tax!
Don't tinks I blames you.
'Cause I don't. Nope.
"Whereas you're in arrears on your bathtub tax, "and whereas there's no bathtub in extent.
"Whereas you're in arrears on your refrigerator tax, "and whereas there's no refrigerator in extent.
"Whereas you're in arrears in your victrola tax, "and whereas there's no victorola in extent, "whereas you're in arrears on your household
"and pertinent maintenance tax, and whereas there is no house."
No household nor pertinences nor maintenances.
"By the order vested in me, by captain bluto, "on behalf of his honor, the commodore-- ah, phooey, the commodore.
Next to wimpy, I hate him best.
This is extremely grave news.
Please pay attention.
The sum of $121,212.12."
Cole, stop reading!
Plus one sunflower-- embarrassing- the-tax-man tax.
Phooey and double phooey!
Avast there. Avast.
Watch it! You'll hurt her.
Oh, yeah? Lot you know. Her is a him.
See, it likes to smoke.
So you're just a landlubber, ain't you?
Oh, yeah, well, I'm a woman.
Oh, yeah? Well, I am a mother.
Yeah, ain't that right, me pea?
Come here.
Oh, yeah?
See? He wants me.
You must have an iq about half a million.
Oh, yeah.
Coochie-coo.
None of that baby talk around me son.
Me son's gonna be a man infink, not a baby infink. Isn't that right?
Come to papa, me little swee'pea.
♪ you're my little ♪ ♪ swee'pea ♪ swee'pea? You're bats!
Oh, yeah?
I found him in Sweethaven.
That is why he's me swee'pea.
I am callin' him swee'pea, and that is his name.
Ain't that the truth?
Yeah? Yeah.
Swee'pea's the worst name I ever heard.
What do you want me to call him...Baby oyl?
Excuse me.
Excuse me, please.
What could happen to me?
Well, I could get killed.
It'd be worth gettin' killed to help mom and pop.
What if I won?
I'm fast. I'm foxy.
He could have a heart attack.
♪ sweet Sweethaven ♪
♪ God must love us ♪ oh, I disapprove of you taking me to a fight and my parents to a fight and my baby to a fight...
♪ of Sweethaven ♪ fightin' is fun.
Oh, fights are not fun.
You know the words to this song, cole?
Of course I know the words. It's our national anthem.
Ah-ah-ah-ah.
That'll be 62 cents-- going to an illegal sporting event.
If it's illegal, how come it's goin' on?
Ladies and gentlemen, citizens of Sweethaven, who will be the only mortal in our midst to attempt to last one scandalous round with that ugliest of plug-uglies, that unworthiest of worthies, the perjorative of pugilism?
Flag stuff!
Oh, now, look at that.
There's castor.
Oh, my God! That's castor!
Mom, pop, I'm gonna fight him.
Oh, get my baby out of there.
Don't touch his feet.
He's gotta dance with those feet!
I can do it!
Olive, do something about this.
Get your brother out of this.
I can't stand much more of this.
Where are my pills?
Get him out of there!
Gentlemen, you know the rules.
There are no rules.
This is a fight to the finish.
First man who's dead loses.
Good luck to both of you!
Did you see what he was doing?
You didn't see?
Good luck to you.
I hate you to pieces!
Now, don't-- don't kill him.
Just fluff him up a bit.
Castor! Castor, get out of there!
Go for him right away, son.
Give him oyl, castor, give him oyl!
Oh!
That was a rabbit punch!
2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10.
Don't make him mad, castor!
Hi. I'm, uh...Cas-- that's it! Fight's over!
You're a bum!
I'll teaches you how to fight fair.
He's not a person!
Hello. Hello. Very good.
Very good fight.
I got your number, you big whale.
No, no, no, no!
Oh, popeye!
You. You're gonna be kissing canvas real soon!
Look.
Poor little fatherless baby.
Oh, you'll be murdered.
All right, gentlemen, you both know the rules.
This is a fight to the finish.
Touch gloves and come out fighting.
Afraid I got a magnet or somethin'?
Little birdies.
That's what you'll be seeing.
Be right back.
I know, sonny.
Don't you dare!
Your mother's here? So what?
You bet I'm his mother.
Pleased to meet you. I'm a mother meself.
That's his mother. I can't bust him-- his mother's distracting you.
I can't bust him. It's against my moralickies.
You don't bust him, he kill you. Now, listen-- dancing, dancing, dancing!
Be careful.
You're gonna get yours, ox!
Watch what you're doin'!
Ooh, be careful!
Be careful!
I gotta get your mother out of the ring.
I'll get the bucket.
Watch the bucket! Watch it!
Oh, mommy!
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Where do I send the flowers? Ohh!
Come on!
That's one.
That's two.
That's three for me.
Timber.
Can't see nothin'.
Oh, there it is.
Shh.
Hey, cap'n pea.
Look there, olives, he's got my eye.
He does not have your eyes.
He's got my eyes.
He's got your mouth.
Dizzy dame.
One day, swee'peas, he's gonna go to school and bust bigger kids in the mush.
Yeah. You like that, don't youse? Yeah.
And we'll move into a vine-covered cottage on a shady lane, and we'll garden together, and we'll play house.
♪ I've been sailin' ♪ ♪ 'bout the 7 seas ♪
♪ lookin' for somebodys ♪ ♪ who would sail with me ♪
♪ sail with me ♪
♪ sail with me ♪
♪ and I've been waitin' ♪ ♪ for someone like you ♪
♪ a man who could love me ♪ ♪ and will promise to ♪
♪ stay with me ♪
♪ stay with me ♪
♪ stay ♪
♪ with ♪
♪ me ♪
♪ sailing ♪
♪ sailing ♪
♪ sailing ♪
♪ sail ♪
♪ nothin' feels better ♪ ♪ than the rolls on the sea ♪
♪ and I can't think ♪ ♪ of anyone but you ♪
♪ to stay ♪
♪ with me ♪
♪ stay ♪
♪ with me ♪
♪ sail with me ♪
♪ stay with me ♪
♪ sail with me ♪
♪ stay with me ♪
♪ stay ♪
♪ with me ♪
♪ sail ♪
♪ with ♪
♪ me ♪
♪ mmm ♪ oh, popeye.
What is that glop you're eating?
It's a soupburger.
These are difficult times.
Burgers can't be choosers.
Boy, work is what makes the heart stronger.
Come.
Bye, mom.
Ow!
Worry, worry, worry.
I hope the taxes don't come to too much.
Oh, the main thing is that you're all right.
Yeah.
Was you worried that I mighta gotten killed or somethin'?
Oh, popeye, don't be silly.
I knew.
You didn't have no confidinks.
Oh, I did, too.
I did, too...After I asked swee'pea.
Oh, ho ho! That's rich.
You're really a dizzy dame.
I asked swee'pea, and he told me. Isn't that so?
What did he say?
See? I asked swee'pea, "swee'pea, will popeye be killed?"
Uh-uh.
No?
So then I asked, "swee'pea, will popeye be seriously maimed?"
No?
Ha ha ha!
That's 2 for 2. That can happen anyway, you know?
So then I queried, "swee'pea, will popeye actually survive?"
What?
You mean he'll win?
Ohhh...
That's a neat trick.
Me infink is a psychik of prophecks.
If I hadn't seen it with me own eye, I wouldn't believe it.
That kid's a regular forecaster.
Remind me to ask him about gold futures.
I'm more interested in talking to him about immediate futures.
Um, popeye.
He's an adorable little fellow.
He's a psychiks, too. Ain't that the truth?
But he looks a little peaked to me.
He needs some air.
Air? That's all we have here.
With your permission, popeye, I'll take him for a walk.
Well, why not?
You're his uncle wimp.
There you go.
Come along.
Don't forget his little hat.
He's goin' out in uniform.
Oh, of course.
Thank you.
Ain't that something? He's takin' him for a walk.
Hey, are you tryin' to pull a fast one?
He can't walk yet.
Oh, I'll carry him.
In that case, it's all right.
Just don't drag him.
I want to carry him for a walk.
Oh, leave him be.
It's uncle wimpy carryin' swee'pea.
Wimpy can take him, but I can't?
Who says you can't?
You said I can't.
That was before.
Before what?
Well...
Before I, uh, knew you was worried about me.
Oh.
You mean now I can carry him just because I was worried about you?
Yeah. Mm-hmm.
Phooey.
"Phooey"? Y-You say "phooey" to me?
I said "phooey," and I mean "phooey."
Phooey.
Ha ha. She said...
"Phooey" to me.
We have lickety split, number one, number 3, sand crab.
How about 6?
Everything's gonna be all right.
Now, he's with his uncle wimps, and they've only been gone for a couple of hours.
Wait a minute. This town could've been built in a couple of hours.
Ooh!
I gotta be trustworthy.
Wimps is trustworthy.
Wait. I trust him as far as I can throw him.
I don't see him anywhere.
Maybe they went to the roughhouse.
No. Wimpy's barred from there.
Right.
Oh, my stars and horses!
Derby day!
That rat wimpy!
What's this got to do with swee'pea?
They've gone to the races.
A baby at the races!
Come on, let's go!
Come on! Come on!
Yippee! We did it!
Oh, that wimps. Abducting me swee'pea!
Therefore, a racetrack ain't no nurskery!
Oh, patience, patience. Gotta remain calm.
That's it.
Straight ahead.
Lonesome, chubby?
You like stars and garters?
No. Number 2, ed?
Ed?
That's a horse.
All right, number 6-- holy moley.
Do you like holy moley?
Holy moley?
Holy moley!
That's it. Holy moley.
We can't lose.
Everything on holy moley.
Come on, holy moley!
Come on, holy moley!
Come on!
Come on!
Come on! Oh, we're gonna win!
Hurray! We've done it.
What is this, a house of ill repukes?
Who'd bring an infink in a den of immoraliky?
Don't touch anythink. Might get a venerable disease.
Ooh. Is that a bad toy you got in your pocket?
Hello.
Got to gird your loins up for this one.
Raise your paper, cole.
Oh! Would you-- if mom caught me here, she'd kill me.
There's mom.
Where is that wimpy?
Ohh...
Castor, what are you doing here?
I've been behind you all the time.
Wimpy: 110, 120 dollars.
Popeye: Wimpy, I'm disgustipated with you. May I borrow the infink for a moment?
Wimpy: Yes, just a moment.
Popeye: I don't want you to lose Swee'pea. I ought to bust you right in the mush.
Olive Oyl: Yeah, what is this?!
Wimpy: It's 120 simoleons.
Olive Oyl: You won 120 simoleons?
Wimpy: You know how many hamburgers that is?
Olive Oyl: Disgraceful! How many races?
Wimpy: 2 races.
Olive Oyl: Hmm. Let me see that racing form. Oh, swee'pea.
Popeye: No child of mine is gonna be a racking tout. Come on, me li'l...
Olive Oyl: Now, wait a minute. Swee'pea.
Popeye: Duck your head. What are you doin', there? No childs of mine will be exploiticated for ill-gotten gains.
It's good-gotten gains.
This gains will feed us and save us.
Popeye: Wrong is wrong, even if it helps you.
Family is more important than dumb morality. Oh, look. He's got something in his eye.
Let me see. 
Popeye: Oh, I know how that feels. There we go.
Oh, Phoebe's wish?
Keep-a-goin'?
Lady loose?
Sucking lemons?
Sucking lemons!
Popeye: What am I? Some kind of barnacle on the dinghy of life? Well, I ain't no doctors, but I knows when I'm losing me patients.
120 simoleons on sucking lemons, please.
Popeye: What am I? Some kind of judge or lawyers?
Ohh...
Popeye: Maybe not, but I knows what law suits me. Careful there. Don't ruffle me feathers. So, what am I? I ain't no physickist, but I knows what matters. What am I? I'm Popeye, the sailor. (sings)
♪ and I yam what I yam what I yam ♪
♪ and I yam what I yam ♪
♪ and that's all that I yam ♪
♪ 'cause I yam what I yam ♪
♪ you got it? ♪
♪ I think so, yeah ♪
♪ and I got a lot of muscle ♪
♪ and I only gots one eye ♪
♪ and I never hurt nobody ♪
♪ and I'll never tell a lie ♪
♪ top to me bottom from the bottom to me top ♪
♪ that's the way it is till the day that I drop ♪
♪ what am I? ♪
♪ I am what I yam ♪
♪ I yam what I yam what I yam ♪ 
come on, sucking lemons!
Come on, get up there.
Popeye: I've wondered about meself. To be or not to be. Who's axkin'?
♪ I can open up an oshkean ♪
♪ I can take a lot of sail ♪
♪ I can lose a lot of water ♪
♪ but I'll never have to bail ♪
♪ off the coast of Madagascar ♪
♪ inside a spotted whale ♪
♪ what am I? ♪
♪ what am I? ♪ I am what I am!
♪ I'm Popeye, the sailor ♪
♪ I'm Popeye, the sailor ♪
♪ I'm Popeye, the sailor ♪
♪ I am what I am ♪
♪ and that's all ♪ ♪ that I am ♪
♪ I am what I am, ♪ ♪ but I am what I am ♪
♪ I'm Popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪ Ha ha! Woooo-hooo-hooo! 
Arms, don't fail me now.
♪ I am what I am ♪
♪ and that's all that I am ♪
♪ I'm Popeye, the sailor man ♪ ha ha!
Wooo-hooo-hooo!
I hate to do this, Swee'pea. It's neskessary. Sometimes you gotta do tings you don't want to do.
Oh, it's cruel, Mr. Eye-- uh, Mr. Pop-- uh, Mr. Popeye.
Popeye: I'm sorry, Mrs. Oyl, but it's a parent's duty to protect me adopticated son from child abuske.
Oh, but think of Olive.
You can't take him away from poor Olive.
Popeye: Me morality ain't bilge, Mrs. Oyl. When me mind's set, I don't change for nothin'. You sure about that? Yeah, I think so, yeah.
Maybe we owe him an apology.
Popeye: We'll find another place to plant ourselves. You all right there? This ain't bad, is it? It ain't the ritz, but at least you get a little womb service. It ain't no palatial mansion, either, but it's the best I ever saw. Got your blankets here. Yeah, there we goes. Got your blankets.
You moved out of the Oyls'?
Popeye: None of your business.
$4.25 movin'-out tax.
Popeye: Nuts to you and nuts to your taxes.
Moved in here?
Popeye: What's it look like?
$5.25 movin'-in tax.
Popeye: Double nuts.
Where's this baby from?
Popeye: The pelicans brought him.
89 cents unlicensed baby tax.
Popeye: Get out. Don't take me personal.
Aaahhh!
Down with taxes! Down with paying!
Did you see what he did?
Phooey on the tax man!
Phooey on the tax man!
Tax the fishes!
Hurrah!
Hurrah!
Swee'pea!
Swee'pea!
Swee'pea!
Where's--let me down. Where's Swee'pea?
Swee'pea!
Swee'pea!
Swee'pea!
Swee'pea!
It's me own fault swee'pea's been kidnapped.
Olives was right.
Even an orfink needs a mother and a father.
If I was gonna be swee'pea's mother, I should at least let her be his father.
Or viska verska.
I ain't man enough to be his mother.
♪ and all at once I knew ♪ ♪ I knew at once ♪
♪ I knew he needed me ♪
♪ until the day I die ♪ ♪ I won't know why ♪
♪ I knew he needed me ♪
♪ it could be fantasy ♪
♪ oh ♪
♪ or maybe ♪ ♪ it's because ♪
♪ he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ da da da ♪ ♪ dat dat dat dat ♪
♪ dada dada da ♪
♪ it's like ♪ ♪ a dime a dance ♪
♪ I'll take a chance ♪
♪ I will ♪ ♪ because he needs me ♪
♪ no one ever ♪ ♪ asked before before ♪
♪ because they ♪ ♪ never needed me ♪
♪ but I do ♪ but he does!
♪ maybe it's ♪ ♪ because he's so alone ♪
♪ maybe it's because ♪ ♪ he's never had a home ♪
♪ he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ for once, ♪ ♪ for once in life ♪
♪ I finally felt ♪ ♪ that someone needed me ♪
♪ and if it ♪ ♪ turns out real ♪
♪ then love can ♪ ♪ turn the wheel ♪
♪ because he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ he needs me, ♪ ♪ he needs me ♪
♪ da da da ♪ ♪ dat dat dat dat ♪
♪ da da da ♪ ♪ dat dat dat dat ♪
♪ da da da ♪ ♪ dat dat dat dat ♪
♪ dada dada da ♪
Popeye.
Dear...swee'peas, ♪ everybody's gotta ♪ ♪ have somebodys ♪
♪ even if ♪ ♪ it's only me ♪
♪ stops your ♪ ♪ crying, swee'peas ♪
♪ and try ♪ ♪ to go to sleeps ♪
♪ I don't know ♪ ♪ hows you got here ♪
♪ I don't knows ♪ ♪ if you cares ♪
♪ you could've ♪ ♪ come from heavens ♪
♪ or a typhoon ♪ ♪ anywhere ♪
♪ well, me, I came ♪ ♪ from heavens ♪
♪ off ♪ ♪ catalina lagoon ♪
♪ and I was ♪ ♪ told me mammy ♪
♪ gave me up ♪ ♪ in a typhoon ♪
♪ don't you cry, ♪ ♪ little swee'pea ♪
♪ you and me, we're ♪ ♪ both the same ♪
♪ and the biggest ♪ ♪ tear I ever seen ♪
♪ in the eye ♪ ♪ of a hurricane ♪
♪ go to sleep, ♪ ♪ sleep, sleepy ♪
♪ now tell me ♪ ♪ what you sees ♪
♪ and someday ♪ ♪ when you's older ♪
♪ I'll tell youse ♪ ♪ all about me ♪ love...
From popeye.
Let me see, now... "Keep out."
Hmm. "Tax shelter."
Hmm.
The commodore's boat.
But no commodore, of course.
Aha!
Swee'pea's still in Sweethaven.
Wimpy!
Who are you talking to?
What did you say about swee'pea?
I said nothing!
Ohh!
Ohh...but what about--
olive, please help me. Get me-- not until you tell me everything you know about swee'pea!
I know nothing!
Come clean!
Oh! Oh!
Oh, no! I confess! I confess!
Yeah, infinks.
I hates infinks!
The kid's worth a fortune, commodore!
Ahh, I got all the fortunes I cares about, you idjit.
I got me buried treasure.
And don't you wishes you knows where it's hid!
Ha ha ha!
Eat your spinach, you no-good infink.
Eat it!
Eat it!
Eat it!
I can't see anything.
No one's home. Let's go.
Come back here this minute. Open this door.
It's probably locked.
Open this door!
Commodore-- shh!
Don't keep calling me commodore inside this here harbor.
I got millions of emenies.
And you is 10 or 12 of 'em.
I call you an old fool!
We could break the bank at the bettin' parlor.
This kid can predict the future.
I don't want to break the bank in the bettin' parlor, you non-entiky.
I owns the bettin' parlor.
And I owns you.
So don't talk about no future.
I hates the future.
And I hates the past.
And I hates the present.
Especially you.
All these years I been loyal mean, and all these years, you been droppin' hints about buried treasure.
You think that's fair?
Don't dast say I ain't fair.
True, I hates, but I come by me hatin' fair...
And square.
Hating's me code.
I will live and die by hatin'.
Hate's done me more good than anything in the world.
♪ it's not easy being me ♪
♪ master ♪ ♪ of me own deskiny ♪
♪ and I hates ♪ ♪ responsibilicky ♪
♪ ahh, it's not easy ♪ ♪ being me ♪ shut your lip and open your mouth.
♪ oh, it's hard ♪ ♪ to be in charge ♪
♪ even harder ♪ ♪ bein' large ♪
♪ but you charge ♪ ♪ when you're in charge ♪
♪ ahh, it's not easy ♪ ♪ being me ♪ grrr! I hate you so much!
Mutiny!
♪ ahh ♪
♪ it's not easy ♪ ♪ being me ♪
♪ admiral ♪ ♪ of me own ship at sea ♪ I've been scubbered!
Oh, we better tell popeye we found him.
Who?
Shh! Everyone!
Come on.
♪ it's not easy ♪ ♪ being mean ♪
♪ the problems ♪ ♪ of the large ♪
♪ if you know ♪ ♪ what I mean ♪
♪ he's large, ♪ ♪ he's large ♪
♪ I got ♪ ♪ me own destiny ♪
♪ yo ho, yo ho ♪
♪ it's not easy ♪ ♪ bein' mean ♪
♪ sometimes ♪ ♪ some things happen ♪
♪ I don't know why ♪ ♪ anymore ♪
♪ sometime, one time ♪
♪ somethin' happened, ♪ ♪ I don't know what anymore ♪
♪ it's not easy ♪ ♪ being me ♪
♪ master ♪ ♪ of me own indignity ♪
♪ and it's not ♪ ♪ the all or end of me ♪
♪ still ♪
♪ it's not easy being me ♪
♪ it's not easy ♪ ♪ being me ♪ me own rope, too.
♪ it's not easy ♪ ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
You found me swee'pea?
Oh, shh!
Your father.
You found me father!
No...yes!
Oh, oh... You tell him!
Uh...
No, I'll tell him.
Oh, no, don't tell him.
What did you find? Me swee'pea or me father?
Uh, more than that.
You found me father and me swee'pea!
Commodore.
No. Oh...
You found me father, me swee'pea, and the commodore.
And captain bluto!
That's a real cruel joke.
Your father's a rat!
A crook and a kidnapper!
He's on the commodore's boat with bluto and swee'pea!
That's what I can't tell you.
No, he ain't.
Oh, yes, he is.
No, he ain't.
Me father ain't no kidnapper!
Ohhh...he is, too. He's a rat, a crook, a kidnapper, a bad father, and more!
More?
It appears your father is the commodore.
Lies, lies.
There ain't no dad-blasted treasure.
Kid...
This is a crucial question.
Listen close.
Can you lead me to the old goat's treasure?
Don't tell him, you little rat fink! Arrrhhh!
He ain't no commodores.
A hoity-toity commodore? He would never be that.
A rat, a crook, a kidnapper, and the commodore!
I don't listen to the advice of some dizzy broad.
They ain't there, and I'll prove it!
Now, where ain't they?
They ain't on the commodore's boat.
That's where they ain't? That's where I'll prove they ain't! Come on.
Popeye, wait a minute!
Go get 'em, popeye!
My husband's delegated me to say he's behind you!
I'd go, but I must shave and shampoo.
Give 'em hell, popeye!
Kick 'em in the butt!
Count on me.
I'd go with you, but I gotta lock up.
You know I'd go.
I'd go, popeye, but--
If I wasn't afraid of the water, I'd go.
Clean up on them, popeye!
No way I'll go, but good luck!
This where he ain't?
I know you ain't down there.
It ain't him, is it?
Now...
Where ain't youse?
Where ain't me swee'pea?
What's that? What? Who?
Pappy?
Pap?
Poppa?
Poppa!
I ain't nobody's poppa!
You one-eyed, fish-faced, sissipated sniffle-snaffle!
Oh, ho, I knew it!
I knew it!
I found youse!
I hate this!
I am disgustipated!
Uhh! Uhh! Nuts to you!
Phooey! Phooey! Phooey!
Oh, you did a good-- oh, poppa! Poppa, poppa, poppa!
All that time!
It's me, it's me, your own big son!
Stand to, you swab!
Yes, sir!
You're castin' shadows on poopdeck pappy, pride of the paciferic and father to the shark, brother to the pyranica, cousin to the killer whale, and uncle to the octopussy!
Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh! Uhh!
But, pap, I'm your one and only ex-spring.
We got the same bulgy arms.
No resemblance.
We got the same squinky eye!
What squinky eye?
Could be hard to see.
We got the same pipe, pap.
You idiot!
You can't inherit a pipe!
I ain't poppa to no male or female child that no court could prove otherwise!
Ohh...
Ohh...
Ohh...
There's one way to prove I ain't your father!
Pick up that can of spinach!
Pick it up!
Now bring it over here.
Now, eat it.
Eat it?
Eat it! Raw?
Eat it raw!
Eat that spinach!
I don't want to!
Eat that spinach, brat!
I don't want to!
Eat that spinach!
Waaaaa!
You disobedient brat!
Waaaaaa!
You was disobedient when you was 2, and you're still disobedient now.
You wouldn't eat your spinach.
Spinach kept our family strong for many years, and what does me only offspring do with it?
He spits it out!
Pllaaahh! Plaaahh!
His mother dies, and he wouldn't eat his spinach!
His poppa outta woik, and he wouldn't eat his spinach!
The whole country in a depressigan...
Euhhhh... And he wouldn't eat his spinach!
His poppa going hungry, going off to steal.
Stealing what?
Spinach! Spinach!
So his ungrate son could grow up big and strong.
You know what I done when the g-men cotched me and thrung me in jail? I laughed.
I laughed a whole year.
That's me poppa.
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Cut me down from this yardarm!
He's gettin' away with that rotten little infink of a stool pigeon!
Cut you down?
Cut me down!
Cut you down!
Cut me down!
Ooohhh!
I, uh... Cut you down, poppa.
You idiot. Well, you said cut you down.
I didn't say cut me down!
I said, "get me down!"
Oh, unhand me, you brute!
Oh, what are you doing?
What--oh--
and don't you ever pick up another knife.
If you do, I'll make you eat it.
You will be known as the sword-swallowin' sailor.
That's me paps. I know it is.
Ooohh! What is all this brightness?
I can't see!
Popeye! Popeye!
All hands on deck!
Oh, no!
Ha ha ha ha!
He's got them!
Bluto's got olive and swee'pea!
Olive!
Help!
Popeye!
Olive! Olive!
I've got all of you-- yay! Yay, popeye!
The wharf! The wharf is moving!
Shut up, stupid!
I'm comin', olive!
Get away from the boat!
Ha ha ha ha!
Hoist the mainmast!
Hurry up, popeye!
You're falling behind!
And bluto's gettin' away...
Yeah, with us!
Help!
What is it?
It's a rock.
It's a hard place.
Oh, no! It's scab island!
Ooohhhh!
Don't worry, castor.
Your father's with us.
S-S-Scab island!
Haul ass! Get to your battle stations.
Ooh...
Phooey!
What are you doin'? What are you doin'?
Who do you think you are--captain arab?
Olive oil. Swee'pea.
What are you doin'? Making the salads?
I want me treasure! Do you hear me? I want me treasure!
I'm the commodore of this ship, and don't you give orders!
Oh, yeah? I'm the commodore of me friends.
You command this privy, and I'll commands me friends.
Is that any way to talk to your father?
You ain't my father.
Me father was tall and kind.
He looks like abraham lincoln.
Yeah? Don't tell me what I yam.
Huh? Where'd he go? Where'd he go?
I says I am your father.
I ought to know whose father I is and whose father I ain't.
Who says?
I says. I says!
I says avast, you old bilge rat, before I use you as an anchor.
Bilge rat? Bilge rat?
Mutiny. Mutiny.
I am your one and only father.
Look. Look.
The same bulgy arms.
No resemblink.
The same squinky eye.
What squinky eye?
Help, popeye!
Ohh!
We even got the same pipe. Look.
This ain't me pipe.
I've never seen anything like this before in me life.
Talkin' to your poor old father like that.
You disobedient brat.
You're spoiled, that's what you are-- spoiled.
Children. Children.
Kids.
Ah, phooey!
Phooey!
Give 'em everything they want...
And what do you get in return? Nuts!
Nothin' but heartache.
Heartache, sadness, and miserky.
Once in a while when you try to give them a bath, and they don't want it.
And another bath time when you want to do something that you really want to do, but all they want to do isn't what you want to do!
Bless their little hearts, if they were made out of gold, I'd like to sell 'em on the open marketplace.
I could make me a fortune!
Kids!
Ahh, they don't know what they're doin'.
Kids.
Dad-blast 'em, they're gonna lead you to ruin.
That's what they're gonna do, lead you to ruin.
They cry at you when they're young, they yell at you when they're older, they borrows from you when they're middle-aged, and they leave you alone to die without even payin' you back!
Children! Phooey! Pbbllt!
You give them everything they want, and what do you get back in return?
You get nothin'!
Help me.
Why, they're just smaller versions of us, you know.
But I'm not so crazy about me in the first place.
So why would I want one of them?
I ask you! Children!
Ahh, children. Little children.
You pour your heart out to 'em, give 'em everything they want, give 'em candy and a lot of toys, ♪ and what do you get back? ♪ ♪ A lot of noise! ♪
♪ nyah-na-na na-na-na ♪
♪ my poppa's ♪ ♪ a mean old man ♪
♪ I'm through with children. ♪ ♪ I'm through with kids. ♪
♪ There ain't nothin' ♪ ♪ I'm never gonna do about it. ♪ There he is, pap!
We got him cornered!
Swee'pea, we're comin'!
Dad-blast that dirty bilge rat!
You with the crazy beard.
Get that fat guy up here!
Get up here.
The commodore is calling.
Come on, haul ass, haul ass!
Get the cannon and move it here!
Come on, haul ass! Haul ass!
Get the cannon and move it here! The cannon?
What are you doin'? You can't fire that!
There's womens and infinks on that boat!
Stop worrying!
All I'm going to do is fire a warning shot right across the bow.
Don't you thinks I knows what I'm doin'?
Ahh! Short!
I was a little short. Reload it.
No, you don't!
Dad-blast it, I missed!
Full speed ahead!
Slow down so we can board her.
We're not boarding her! I'm gonna ram him!
He's not gonna get away with my treasure!
Ha ha! Pirates' cove!
I should have known it.
All right, mr. Mean-- because that's your name from this day forward!
You've broken your bale of straws on thi camel's back!
To think I was gonna get engaged to you again!
Never more I say!
Never more!
Get the water out of the boat!
Lower the lifeboats! Old women first!
Get the water out of the boat!
Women first!
Aah!
Now, listen, kid.
This is the most important.
Is the treasure underwater?
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
You'd better let me out of here!
Ok, kid. You watch the boat. I'm goin' in.
Wait a minute! Where are you going?
We're almost there.
We're almost where?
Let me out of here!
I'm all wet!
Ooh! Ooh!
Oop! There are fish in here!
Popeye, help!
Olives!
Help!
Land ho!
He's a submarine.
She's a submarine.
Popeye!
Ha ha ha ha ha!
Bluto!
That's my treasure, you runt!
What goes down...
Must come up, bluto!
Ha! You're in trouble now!
Though you're larger than me, you can't wins 'cause you're bad, and the good always wins over the bad.
Oh, yeah? Yeah!
1, 2, 3!
Oh, help!
Help, popeye!
I think we owe him an apology.
Your intentions were good.
Ohhh!
Good night, irene.
Haul ass! Haul ass! I gotta get that treasure!
Now, where is it? It must be down there some--ahhh!
There it is! You! Undertaker, over here!
That's me! I'll undertake that!
Get over here! Get over here!
Get on this rope! Get on this rope!
Look at me treasure! Look at it! Look at it!
Come on! Pull it up!
Pirate's booties!
Ha ha! He ain't gonna get it! Ha ha!
Look out, popeye! Oh! Oh!
Open up!
Get away! Get away!
Help!
Oh, I can't see a thing!
Popeye!
Oh. Tanks.
Oops!
I'll run you through, you little runt!
You won't be needin' that, will you?
Watch him, popeye.
Popeye!
Oh!
Oh! Oh! Octopus! Octopus!
Help! Help! Oh, popeye!
It I an octupussy!
I've got to save him!
Hands off! Hands off that kid!
Help, popeye!
Help!
Help! Oh!
Oohhh! Ohhh! Ohh!
Oh! Oh, swee'pea! Oh!
Hoopla! Hoopla!
Who is that down there?
Oh, don't get fresh!
Oohhh!
Oooohh!
I'm gonna show you the treasure chest.
Watch it open.
Here. Ooh...
Oh, yes, yes.
Oh, we got a little...
Ha ha ha! Isn't it cute?
Back! Back!
That's right. Keep your head.
Look out!
Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!
Oh! Help!
Help! Help!
Popeye! Popeye!
Olive...olive...
Oh, you big sissy pig sniffle!
If you'd eaten your spinach like I told you, you wouldn't be losin' this fight.
I ain't eatin' no spinach, and I ain't losin'.
Oh! Oh! Help!
You disobedient brat!
Here! Eat your spinach!
Bull's-eye!
Help!
Aah!
I ain't. I ain't. Oh, yeah?!
You don't like spinach?
I hates it.
Yeah.
Eat this spinach.
Eat! Eat!
Ha ha ha ha!
Arrhh! See you in davy jones' locker.
Ha ha ha ha!
Now my treasure!
Sound the charge, kid!
Aah!
Help!
Ha ha ha ha!
Look at bluto! Look at that!
Look! Bluto's turned yellow.
Fraidy cat! Fraidy cat!
Oh, popeye.
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪ oh, my hero!
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ he's strong ♪ ♪ to the finish ♪
♪ 'cause he eats ♪ ♪ his spinach ♪
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ oh, I'm popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ I'm popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ I'm strong ♪ ♪ to the finish ♪
♪ 'cause I eats ♪ ♪ me spinach ♪
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ he's strong ♪ ♪ to the finish ♪
♪ 'cause he eats ♪ ♪ his spinach ♪
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ I'm one tough gazookus ♪ ♪ that hit some palookus ♪
♪ that ain't on the up ♪ ♪ and square ♪
♪ I pitch 'em ♪ ♪ and punch 'em ♪
♪ and always ♪ ♪ outroughs 'em ♪
♪ and none of 'em ♪ ♪ gets nowhere ♪
♪ if anyone dares ♪ ♪ to risk me fisk ♪
♪ it's tough ♪ ♪ and they'll understands ♪
♪ so keep good behavior ♪
♪ and hear ♪ ♪ what I say, for ♪
♪ with popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪ chicken of the seas, yes.
♪ he's strong ♪ ♪ to the finish ♪
♪ 'cause he eats ♪ ♪ his spinach ♪
♪ he's popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪
♪ popeye ♪
♪ popeye, ♪ ♪ the sailor man ♪ popeye. Toot! Toot!
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