Popeye

Nana Oyl: [about Castor] Get him out of that ring. Don't touch his feet. He's gotta dance with those feet. Cole Oyl: [repeated line] You owe me an apology. The Taxman: Plus one sunflower, embarrassing the Taxman tax. Sign at Roughhouse's Cafe: Positively NO Credit! Especially You, Wimpy! Ham Gravy: [at Olive's engaement party] This is a real sad occasion. A very sad day. 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.

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

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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.

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Poopdeck Pappy: Eat that spinach. Eat that spinach, you brat. Popeye: I don't want to eat that spinach. I don't want to eat that spinach. Waaaaah. Waaaaah. Poopdeck Pappy: You disobedient brat. You was disobedient when you was two, and you're still disobedient now. You wouldn't eat your spinach. Spinach what kept our family strong for thousands of years. And what does me only oxspring do with it? Popeye and Poopdeck Pappy: [in unison] He spits it up!! Spit-too!!

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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 and Poopdeck Pappy: [in unison] Spinach! 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]

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Popeye: Oh, Pap... father. It's me, it's me, your oxspring son. Poppdeck Pappy: Stand to, you swab! Popeye: Yes, sir. Poopdeck Pappy: Your casking shadows on Poopdeck Pappy. Pride to the Pacifiric. And father to the shark. Brother to the piranhaca. Cousin to the whale. And uncle to the octopussy. Popeye: But pap, I'm your one and only exspring. See, we got the same bulgy arms. Poopdeck Pappy: No resemblance. Popeye: We-we got the same squinky eye. Poopdeck Pappy: What squinky eye? Popeye: That's going to be hard for you to see. Oh, we even got the same pipe, pap. Poopdeck Pappy: You idiot, you can't inherit a pipe! Ooh, I am poppa to no male. Nor no female child. That no court could prove otherwise.

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