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.
Uh-huh. That'll be 25 cents docking tax.
- What for? - Where's your seacraft?
It ain't no seacraft. It's me dinghy, and it's under the wharf.
These your goods?
- They is. - Yeah?
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 the wharf" tax,
and $1 "leavin' your junk lyin' around the wharf" tax.
So altogether, you owe the Commodore $1.87.
Who's this Commodore?
That in the nature of a question? There's a nickel question tax.
Oh, forget it. I see what you're up to. Here we go.
Exact change, please. I'm an exact-change taxman.
Oh, are you? Here's a dollar.
Here's a red cent.
There's a franc, a peso.
Here's a guilder.
Oh, sorry, I'm taking...
- Kids. - Dime. There we go...
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.
I'm just disgustipated.
You pay your taxes, you should get a servix. 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. Wonder what it's doin' here.
What a coinkydink.
Hey. What is this? This ain't the orchestra pit.
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, mate. Maybe...
Blow me down.
It's no bother, but...
Look. Look over there. A stranger's coming.
You'd rather not, huh? Oh, that's easy to see.
Wherever I go
Ooh, nice-looking knees.
- That does it for me. - Bad, bad news!
I don't believe that.
It's a lovely day It's still a perfect day, but
Oh, maybe, ma'am, you'd like to...
It's a lovely place
Gee, I'd like to stay, but...
Blow me down. Roll into town?
Trouble
Trouble, trouble
Local glum club.
Friendly here
Huh. Little scary, too. I think I'll spend a year.
Or two, maybe three
I yam what I yam
Wherever I go
I came from the sea
They seem to got my number, but no one's lookin' it up, ain't it?
- Oh, good day. - Good day.
I hate you to pieces!
Kind of a greasy good day, but that's all right.
Bunch of carricks?
No. No.
You ain't got no carricks? What are those, prunes?
Phooey on carrots.
Take broccoli.
I am in the mood for carricks. I need me vitamins.
Phooey on carrot sticks. Spinach?
If I want spinach, I'll ax you for spinach.
So why he 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 cost you $2.00.
All right. Here you go.
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.
- Kids. Kids. - Cherubs there.
Come here. Come back.
Seems like everywhere
Lots of people here
Tryin' to blow me down
But unlike the clothes I wear
I haven't...
Hey, careful there.
What blew him into town?
The short arm of the law, huh?
Blow me down
Blow me dow-ow...
Hey! Hey! Hey, come back!
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...
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.
Oh, my stars and gardens.
My mind was a million miles away.
Come in before you catch your death of mud.
Mud.
"Oyls." That explains it. She's down a quart.
Scums. I'll find ya.
Come on, come on.
Don't make 'em like they used to.
Oh, come on.
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.
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.
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...
I can't get engaged.
You'll have to tell Bluto. I can't.
We'll have to cancel the party tomorrow night.
Not my fault that it's so ugly.
What are you doing listening in
on a private conversation between me and my mother?
I have a good mind to have my father call a policeman.
Olive, will you show Mr... Mr...
Popeye, ma'am.
- Mr. Eye the spare room? - Just Popeye.
Go upstairs, Mr. Eye. Olive will show you the room.
Thanks.
Stumbled on some sort of 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 lubricants.
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?
Wonder 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?
You don't look Greek.
So? You're short. Or are you just passing yourself off as short?
Can I see me room now?
As if I cared.
Let me give you a hand there. Maybe it needs a little oil.
No...
Nice-lookin' room.
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, ma'am. 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, you're on fire. You know that?
Boy, is it hot in here.
I still respecks you.
Me bad eye. I didn't see nothin'.
Thanks for your help.
Miss Oyl. Maybe...
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.
Commodore is a paragon of sagacity.
- If ever I could put in a good word... - "Shut up" is the word.
"Pass" is another word. That Wimpy, he don't pass.
He should be killed to death.
Says here the Commodore's taxing salt again.
I don't look as good as I smell.
Too late now. Gotta go.
- Oh, Mr. Eye... - Popeye, ma'am.
Have you met... Pop... Mr. Wimpy, my son Castor,
Mr. Geezil, my husband Cole.
We're all one big happy family here.
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?
- A glass. - 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?
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.
- Passing 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.
Four times engaged is three times much.
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.
Who asked you to agree with me?
No one can stop me from agreeing with you if I want to.
- 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 Jobe.
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 a sharp knife in this house.
You owe me an apology. You don't like our knives?
Bluto's rich. He can buy you plenty of knives.
I hate this table. It's ugly.
I'm the only one with nerve enough to tell the truth about it.
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?
Bluto, Bluto, Bluto. Everyone takes advantage of my poor Bluto.
Get a new glass, a new knife.
Now they want a table. Well!
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 earth.
You make me sick.
Never good to be too full, I guess.
It's 9:00!
Curfew!
Lights out!
You can have your kiss now.
Poppa.
Pretty soon, you and me are gonna be together again, huh?
Yeah.
Thirty years ain't that long.
Besides, next Wednesday's our annualversity.
Yeah. Yeah.
Stay alive.
That's all I'm axkin' you.
Good night, Poppa.
Sweep, sweep.
Sweep, sweep. Sweep, sweep.
Everything is food, food, food
Everything is food to go
Everything is food for thought
Everything you knead 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 for change
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. Rough House.
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.
A shocking abuse of power.
Rough House.
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 sunny-side up
It's ubiquitous
Enigmatic and
They can't trick us with no hot dog
Everything is food, food, food
Everything is food
Hey, hey, hey. La Verne.
La Verne.
Give us a smooch.
I really need someone to kinda talk to.
'Cause I thought everybody in this town might be deef.
Huh? What's that?
You know, the gisk of why I'm here is, I'm lookin' for me pap, yeah.
I've searched the seven seas for him, and I haven't found him yet.
I was only two years old. Me own pap left me.
I was just a mere infink.
Pipe down, will you?
- Fry two! - Burn two!
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 seven 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 out that I gotta forgive me paps, you know.
You see, I'm only afeared that he might be dead
and never realize what a fine figure of an orphink I turned out to be.
Yeah.
You sure got a nice-lookin' face there, one-eye.
One-eye?
I've seen better arms on a baboon.
You're a slimy... Yeah. You wanna know why you're so "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.
Hey, runt.
I'll bet your pappy
is as ugly as you are.
Another thing I got...
is a sensk of humiligration.
Now, maybe you swabs can pool your intelligensk
and sees that I'm asking you for an apolojagy.
Hey, Butch.
Why don't you give daddy's boy an apology?
With pleasure, Spike.
The little one-eyed rat wants an apology.
Well, I would like to offer my most sincere and "humfelt" apologies.
You got it.
Yikes!
That's wrong, pickin' on innocents.
You apologize?
- Do you apologize? - I apologize.
Rosie, get my hat. I think it's time we leave. Gotta get back to the dairy...
- Apologize. - For what?
All these innocents. This is a smorgasbord of violence.
- That's everybody. - Everybody's apologized.
Yeah, everybody's really sorry.
Everybody's really, really sorry.
Now it's your turn to be sorry.
Yeah.
Sorry I have to do this, but enough is enough.
Come on. Get 'em up.
Oh, sorry.
Guess what.
Thanks.
Anybody else wanna apologigy?
All in a day's fun, ain't it?
Anybody home?
No.
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. Hand these things out. - This is a sad day for me.
It's one of the saddest days of my life.
Flowers. I forgot the flowers.
Yep.
The solushkion.
Look at that. Ah, me dress blues.
It's Castor's favorite color.
You and Castor.
Oh, phooey.
Hello, there. We're just waiting for Captain Bluto.
I can't tell you how happy this makes me to attend Miss Oyl's parties.
Nice-lookin' furs there.
Well, hello.
Boy, I don't know when I've had this much fun and still been conscience.
Well, better be on me way.
Au reservoir.
I... Yeah.
- Not really as nice as ours, is it? - But he's so big.
He looks like a side of beef with teeth.
Well, give and you shall receive.
Typical smutty sailor comment.
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.
He's special, all right.
Especially ugly.
He's tall
Good-lookin'
And he's large
He's large
Large
Tall
Large
Morning, Captain Bluto.
I mean, good evening, Captain Bluto. I mean...
And he's mine
Not a mandolin
Oh, no
He's an accordion
I have to squeeze him each night
To keep him warm
Warm
Oh, boy
He's virile
And he's strong
Strong
He's strong
Strong
Sounds like Bluto.
- Bluto. - Bluto.
At your service, sir.
There's a good picture in the paper this week, Captain Bluto.
Anytime you want me to come clean the boat, Captain Bluto.
Mother.
He's got money
And respect
That's true
He's better
Than the rest
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.
She'll marry me.
Large
Mine
- Mine - Mine
She won't marry me.
She will.
She won't.
It may seem funny
But it's not
Oh, no
I'm thankful
For what I've got
Me too
It may not
Be a lot
But he's large
She will!
She...
Faulty flower, Captain Bluto.
Mrs. Oyl, Olive's...
Olive's what?
Olive's... getting ready.
Good.
Now where were we?
She won't marry you.
She...
She will!
Son-in-law.
Here. Eat those.
Yeah, yeah.
Thank you, Mr. Slats.
Olive!
Marvelous. Marvelous.
No place to go. Can't go to no party without an invite.
That's it! Come on!
Miss Oyl.
- You scared the wits out of me. - I almost knocked 'em out of you, too.
What right do you have to lurk here in the dark
and scare the wits out of a person?
I wasn't. I was just kind of, well...
- How's your party goin', Miss Oyl? - That's a dumb question.
Where do you think I'm headed right this minute?
Well... 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.
Maybe a little southwest. Place your bets.
You need some help with your bags there, 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.
No, that's the wrong way.
Kinda sensitive.
Sorry about that.
No, that's the wrong way. I want to go...
- That way. - That'll be 50 cents,
"impersonating a traffic cop" tax.
What?
I'm sorry, Miss Oyl.
Didn't recognize you from the back.
It won't happen again.
How come Miss Oyl don't have to pay no taxes?
That's ten cents question tax.
- I'll give you somethin' to tax. - But 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?
- 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, 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 even care enough about me or my family
to be at my engagement party.
And what are you doing here in Sweethaven, anyway?
Well, I'm lookin' for me pap. Yeah.
Well, if that's true, then where is he?
Well... got me there.
I don't really know. I...
I got this sensk that he's here, though, you know?
Well, all right, I'll wait.
Anyway, there are too many guests as it is. Half of them I hate.
One thing I remember about me pap, he always used to throw me up in the air.
But he'd never be there when I'd come down, you know.
Boy, he had a sensk of humor, didn't he?
Yeah, that was me pap.
I remember that time he gave me a 'lectric eel as a toy.
Yeah, that was fun.
Or 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."
I guess that's... 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.
Sorry, Miss Oyl. Here we...
I was philostiphising.
Me train of thought kinda derailed and...
Yeah. All that time waitin'.
- I could wait a while. - 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's ugly.
Yikes! Rattlesnake!
We should at least have dinner first or somethin'.
- Rattlesnake! - I know how that feels.
Rattlesnake? Where is it, Miss Oyl? Where is it?
Where is that thing? Is it in there?
Don't worry, Miss Oyl. I've handled vermins before.
I'll rattle that snake so it's a pair of shoes.
That's it. I'll rattle...
I'll rattle him upside down. I'll shake him like "mariachis."
- No. I'll get to him. Hey, hey. - Rattlesnake!
Blow me down.
Here you go, little pup.
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.
Here we go.
I ain't that ugly. It's all right. It's okay.
I am, I am, I am
I'm all right. Hey... It's okay. Hey, hey, hey.
We're together in this. All right.
"I must trust someone with my baby..."
You're a baby. It says here right there.
"I must trust someone with my baby until I frees meself
of certain financial obligations..."
Yeah.
"...which will take 25 years or so,
at which time I shall reclaims him.
In the meantime, love him as only a mudder could."
Signed, "a mudder."
You want the note? Okay, take it back.
I loves you more than you'll ever know.
Olive!
Easy. Easy.
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
I'm mean
He's mean, he's 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, I'm mean - He's mean, he's mean
- I mean what I says - He says
He says that he's mean
Outta my way!
- 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 mudder.
You are so cute.
I have a baby
A little baby
Olive. I thoroughly engaged your enjoyment party.
And I mean, I...
Stairs. Theres you go. Got another two to go.
- I'm not going to drop him. - Okay. Good.
Little baby
When you throw a party, you throw a party, don't you?
For the last time, where's Olive?
Yeah.
Women and infinks first. Here you go.
I'll get back to you, I will.
A little somethin' to remember me by. Good luck.
There's a logical explanatkins for thisk.
I'd make the same mistake meself.
Yeah, I knows what you're tinkins.
Look at the birdies.
All right, I'll fight all eight of you.
Okay, shortie, the Oyls is gonna be double-taxed.
Hey, hey. What the... Hey.
Triple-taxed.
No light. Looks like I didn't pay me bills.
Quadruple-taxed.
Look at that. Whoa. Goin' down.
Surtaxed.
Am I goin' around, or is it the world? What a lovely shade of blue.
Exercise taxed. Overtaxed.
How come everything's multiplicatin' now?
And thumbtacks.
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 is no refrigerator in extent,
whereas you are in arrears on your Victrola tax,
and whereas there's no Victrola in extent,
whereas you're in arrears on your household
and pertinences 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..."
Phooey, the Commodore. Next to Wimpy, I hate him best.
This is extremely grave news. Please pay attention.
"The sum of twelve thousand, twelve hundred
twelve dollars and twelve cents."
Cole, stop reading.
Plus one sunflower, "embarrassing the taxman" tax.
Phooey and double phooey!
Avast there. Avast.
Watch it. You'll hurt her.
Oh, yeah? Lot you know. Her is a him. See, he likes to smoke.
Sure. You're just a landlubber, ain't you?
- Oh, yeah? Well, I'm a woman. - Oh, yeah? Well, I am a mudder.
- Yeah, you do that with teeth. - Come here.
Oh, yeah? See? He wants me.
You must have an IQ about half a million, don't you?
- Oh, yeah. - Coochie-coo.
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 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 is the worst name I ever heard.
What do you want me to call him, Baby Oyl?
Excuse me. Excuse me. Excuse me, please.
Maybe a couple of rounds.
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
And 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.
Fights are not fun.
You know the words to this song, Cole?
Of course I know the words. It's our national anthem, isn't it?
- Pardon... - That'll be 62 cents.
"Going to an illegal sporting event" tax.
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...
Watch that step! Wait a minute!
...with that ugliest of plug-uglies,
that unworthiest of worthies,
the perjorative of pugilism...
Fight stuff.
...Oxblood Oxheart!
Now look at that. Isn't...
- Wait a minute. - Yeah.
There's Castor.
- Castor? - Oh, my stars! It's Castor!
Mom, Pop, I'm gonna fight him.
Get my baby. 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! - What are you, a nut?
What good are you, Olive? Get your brother out of this.
I can't stand much more of this.
Where are my pills?
- Get him out of there, Geezil. - Gentlemen, you know the rules.
There are no rules. This is a fight to the finish.
First man who is 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! Come over here.
Now don't... don't kill him.
Just fluff him up a bit.
- Lead him with your left hand! - Castor! Castor, get out of there!
Go for him right away, son.
Castor.
Give him Oyl, Castor! Give him Oyl!
Below the belt! Below the belt!
Come on, hit him, hit him, hit him!
That was a rabbit punch!
Two, three, four, five, six, seven eight, nine, ten. Out.
Your name's Castor, not Custer.
Come on! Sting that whale!
Don't make him mad, Castor!
He's not a person.
Hi. I'm... Cas...
That's it. Come on.
That's it. Fight's over.
Did you see that?
You're a bum.
I'll teaches you how to fight fair.
He's not a person!
Hello. Hello. Very good. Very good.
Very good fight.
You'll get taught how to fight.
I got your number, you beached whale. I'm gonna teach you a lesson.
No, no, no, no!
Oh, Popeye!
Watch out now, Mr. Oxmeat!
You, you, you. You're gonna be kissing canvas real soon.
Poor little fatherless baby.
You'll be murdered!
All right, gentlemen, you both know the rules.
This is to be a fight to the finish.
Touch gloves and come out fighting.
You afraid I got a magnet in there or somethin'? I got ya.
- Come on! - That was birdies!
Little birdies. That's what you're gonna be seeing.
- Be right back. - I know you will, sonny.
All right, here we go.
Now, what we were thinking before was winning ahead with your mind.
Give him a karate chop! Yeah!
Show him the left! Uppercut!
Very good! Cheers! That's fighting!
Don't you dare.
- Your mudder's here? - So what?
- You bet I'm his mother. - Pleased to meet you. I'm a mudder meself.
That's his mother. I can't bust him...
See? His mother's been distracting you. Not be doing that.
I can't. That's his mudder. It's against my moralickies.
You don't bust him, he kill you, right?
Now listen. Dancing, dancing, dancing.
- Dancing? Like... - Dancing, dancing. Fancy dancing.
Be careful.
You're gonna get yours, Ox.
Punch him. Punch him.
- Punch him! - To the left! Right! Look out!
Easy! Easy! Watch what you're doing!
Oh, be careful. Be careful.
I gotta ask you to get your mudder out of the ring.
I'll get the bucket.
Watch it! She's got a bucket!
Oh, Mommy. I'm sorry.
I'm sorry. Where do I send the flowers?
Come on!
- That's one. - Hit him with a right!
That's two.
And three for me.
- Do it! Do it! - Hit him! Yeah!
Timber.
Can't see nothin'.
There it is.
Hey, Cap'n Pea.
Look it 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 you? 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 seven seas
Lookin' for somebodies Who would 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
Sailing
Sail
Nothin' feels better Than a 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
Oh, Popeye.
What is that glop you're eating?
It's a soupburger. These are difficult times.
Burgers can't be choosers.
Phooey. Work is what is making the heart grow stronger.
Come.
Bye, Mom.
Worry, worry, worry.
Well, hope the taxes don't come to too much.
The main thing is that you're all right.
Yeah.
Was you worried that I mighta gotten killed or somethin', maybe? Yeah.
Oh, Popeye, don't be silly. I knew.
- You didn't have no confidinks. - I did, too.
I did, too, after I asked Swee'pea.
Oh, yeah, yeah. That's rich.
You're gone now. You're really a dizzy dame.
- I asked Swee'pea, and he told me. - Insulting an infink.
Isn't that so?
What did he say?
See? I asked Swee'pea,
"Swee'pea, will Popeye be killed?"
No?
So then I asked, "Swee'pea,
will Popeye be seriously maimed?"
- No? - That's two for two.
That can happen anyway, you know?
So then I queried, "Swee'pea,
will Popeye actually survive?"
- Yeah. I survived, yeah, yeah. - What? You mean he'll win?
That's a neat trick.
Me infink is a psychic, a prophics.
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.
More interested in talking to him about immediate futures.
Popeye. He's an adorable little fellow.
And he's a psychics, 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 is air.
With your permission, Popeye, I'll take him for a little walk.
Well, why not? You're like his uncle. You're his Uncle Wimp.
That's it. There you go.
- Come along. - Hey, don't forget his little hat here.
He's goin' out in uniform.
Of course. Thank you.
Ain't that something? He's takin' him for a walk.
Hey, wait a minute there. You tryin' to pull a fast one?
He can't walk yet.
I'll carry him.
In that case, it's all right.
Long as you don't take him for a drags or something.
- I want to carry him for a walk. - Leave him be there.
It's Uncle Wimps goin' with the Swee'pea.
Yeah, 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 knew you was worried about me.
You mean now I can carry him
just because I was worried about you?
Yes. Yes.
Phooey.
Phooey?
You said "phooey" to me?
I said "phooey," and I mean "phooey."
Phooey.
She said...
"phooey" to me.
We have Lickety Split number one.
Number three... Sand Crab.
How about six?
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.
I gotta be trustworthy. Wimps is trustworthy.
Wait a minute. I don't trust him as far as I can throw him.
I don't see him anywhere.
Well, maybe they went to the Rough House.
No. Wimpy's barred from the Rough House. Bad credit.
Oh, my stars and horses!
Derby day. That rat Wimpy.
What's this got to do with me Swee'peas?
They've gone to the races.
A baby at the horse races.
Where is these races?
Come on, let's go.
And they're off.
Come on. Come on.
Come on.
Coming into the final stretch...
And the winner is...
Cat's Pajamas.
We did it!
Oh, that Wimps. Abducticating me Swee'pea.
A racetrack ain't no nurskery.
Patience, patience. Gotta remain calm.
That's it. Straight ahead.
Lonesome, chubby?
We got it. Look. You like Stars and Garters?
No. Number two, Ed?
Ed? That's a horse.
All right, number six... Holy Moly.
Do you like Holy Moly?
Holy Moly?
Holy Moly!
That's it. Holy Moly. We can't lose.
Everything on Holy Moly.
And they're off.
- Lickety Split out in front... - Come on, Holy Moly.
- ...followed by Sand Crab. - Come on, Holy Moly!
Come on!
Stars and Garters trailing way behind!
Come on!
In the final stretch, it's Holy Moly!
Come on! We're gonna win! Look! Hooray! We've done it!
What is this, a house of ill repukes?
Who'd bring me infink to this den of immoraliky?
Don't touch anythink. Might get a venerable disease.
Is that a bankroll you got in your pocket?
Hello. Got to gird me loins up for this one.
Raise your paper, Cole.
Would you...
You know, if Mom caught me in here, she'd kill me.
There's Mom.
Where is that Wimpy?
- Castor, what are you doing here? - I've been behind you all the time.
A hundred and ten, a hundred and 20 dollars.
Wimpy, I'm disgustipated with you. May I borrow the infink for just a moment?
Well, yes, just a moment.
I don't want your little peepers to see what's about to happen.
I ought to bust you right in the mush.
- It'll be real quick. Don't worry. - What is this?
It's 120 simoleons.
You won 120 simoleons?
You know how many hamburgers that is?
- Disgraceful. How many races? - Two races.
Let me see that racing form.
Maybe we could... Oh, Swee'pea.
No child of mine is growin' up to be a raceking trout.
- Come on, me little... - Now wait a minute.
What are you doin' there? No childs of mine will be exploiticated
for ill-gotten gains.
It is not ill-gotten. It's good-gotten gains.
This gains will clothe us and feed us and save us.
Wrong is wrong, even if it helps you.
The horses are at the gate.
Family is more important than dumb morality.
Look. He's got something in his eye. Let me see.
I know how that feels. There we go. Yeah.
Phoebe's Wish?
Keep-A-Goin'? Lady Loose?
Sucking Lemons?
- Sucking Lemons! - What am I?
Some kind of barnacle on the dinghy of life?
Make it snappy!
Well, I ain't no doctors, but I knows when I'm losing me patience.
- 120 simoleons on Sucking Lemons, please. - Hurry. The race is gonna start.
What am I, some kind of judge or lawyers?
Maybe not, but I knows what law suits me.
Careful there. Don't ruffle me feathers.
What am I?
I ain't no physickist, but I knows what matters.
What am I? I'm Popeye the Sailor.
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
One of these days...
I yam what I yam what I yam
Come on, Sucking Lemons.
- Come on, get up there. - 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 coask of Madagascar Does a whale got a tail?
What am I?
I am what I am!
I'm Popeye the Sailor
I am what I am And that's all that I am
I am what I am what I am what I am
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
Arms, don't fail me now!
I am what I am And that's all that I am
I'm Popeye the Sailor Man
I hate to do this, Swee'pea, but it's neskessary.
Sometimes you gotta do tings you don't want to do
when you gotta do 'em, but...
It's cruel, Mr. Eye...
Mr. Pop... Mr. Popeye.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Oyl, but it's a parent's duty
to protect me adopticated son from child abuske.
But think of Olive. You can't take the poor baby away from poor Olive.
Me morality ain't bilge, Mrs. Oyl.
Me mind is set, and when me mind is set, I don't change for nothin'.
You sure about that? Yeah, I think so, yeah.
Swee'pea, one day you'll forgive me.
Maybe we owe him an apology.
We'll find another place to plant ourselves. Yeah.
There.
Me... All right, just you, okay? You all right there?
This ain't bad, is it?
It ain't the Ritz, but at least you get a little womb service here, huh?
It ain't no palatkial mansion, either,
but I got somethin', best I ever saw.
Got your blankets here.
Yeah, there we goes. Got your blankets.
You moved out of the Oyls'?
- None of your business. - $4.25 movin' out tax.
Nuts to you and nuts to your taxes.
- You moved in here? - What's it look like?
$5.25 movin' in tax.
Once again, double nuts.
- Where's this baby come from? - The pelicans brought him.
Plus 89 cents unlicensed baby tax.
Get out. Don't take me personal.
Oh, no.
Down with taxes! Down with paying!
Hoop, hoop, hoopla!
Did you see that, what he did?
Look at all the peoples.
Phooey on the taxman!
Tax the fishes!
Did you see that?
Swee'pea. Swee'pea? Swee'pea!
Where's... Let me down. Wait a minute. Swee'pea!
Swee'pea!
It's me own fault Swee'pea's been kidnapped.
Olives was right. Yeah.
Even an orphink needs a mudder and a father.
If I was gonna be Swee'pea's mudder,
I should've at least let her be his father.
Or viska verska.
I ain't man enough to be a mudder.
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
Da da da, dat-dat-dat
Da-da da-da-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
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
Da-da-da-da dum
Da da da, dat-dat-dat
Da-da da-da-da
Popeye.
Dear... Swee'peas.
Everybody's gotta have somebodies
Even if it's only mes
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 heaven
Off Catalina La-Lagoon
And I was told me mammy
Gave me up in a typhoon
But don't you cry, little Swee'pea
You and me, we's 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."
"Tax shelter."
The Commodore's boat.
But no Commodore, of course.
- Swee'pea's still in Sweethaven. - Wimpy! Who are you talking to?
- What did you say about Swee'pea? - I said nothing.
But what about...
- Help! - Oh, my. Oh, my.
Miss Olive, please help me. Help me. Help me.
Not until you tell me everything you know about Swee'pea.
I know nothing.
- Come clean! - No!
Oh, no. I confess. I confess.
Yeah, infinks. I hates infinks.
The kid's worth a fortune, Commodore.
I got all the fortune I cares about, you idjit.
I got me buried treasure.
And don't you wishes you knows where it's hid.
Eat your spinach, you no-good infink.
Eat it.
Eat it! Eat it!
- I can't see anything. - There's no one home. Let's go.
Wimpy, you come back here this very minute. Open this door.
- It's probably locked. - Open this door!
Commodore.
Don't keep calling me Commodore
inside this here harbora.
I got millions o' emenies.
And you is 10 or 12 of 'em.
I call you an old fool.
We could break the bank at the betting parlor.
This kid can predict the future.
I don't want to break the bank in the bettin' parloror, you non-entiky.
I owns the bettin' parloror. And I owns you.
So don't talk to me about no future.
I hates the future.
And I hates the past.
And I hates the present. 'Specially 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 darest 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
Ah, 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
Ah, it's not easy being me
- I hate you so much. - A mutiny? Mutiny!
Ah, it's not easy being me
Admiral of me own ship at sea
I've been scuppered!
We better tell Popeye we found him.
Who?
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
- You found me Swee'pea? - What?
- You'll break his heart. - Your father.
You found me father.
No! Yes.
You tell him.
No, I'll tell him. No, don't tell him.
Let's don't tell him.
What did you find, me Swee'pea or me father?
More than that.
You found me father and me Swee'pea.
Commodore.
No.
You found me father, me Swee'pea, and the Commodore.
- And Captain Bluto. - That's a real cruel joke.
Your father is a rat!
A crook and a kidnapper.
He's on the Commodore's boat right now with Bluto and Swee'pea.
- That's what I can't tell you. - No, he ain't.
- Yes, he is. - No, he ain't, he ain't.
Me father ain't no kidnappers.
He is, too.
He's a rat, a crook, a kidnapper and a bad father and more.
- More? - Yeah.
It appears that your father is the Commodore.
Lies, lies.
There ain't no dad-blasted treasure.
Kid... this is the crucial question.
Listen close.
Can you lead me to the old goat's buried treasure?
Don't tell him, you little rat fink infink!
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 gaming broad.
Now, they ain't there, and I'm gonna prove it.
- Now, where ain't they? - They ain't on the Commodore's boat.
That's where they ain't?
If that's where they ain't, that's where I'm gonna prove they ain't.
Popeye, wait a minute.
Go get 'em, Popeye.
My husband has delegated me to inform you that he's behind you.
I'd go with you, Popeye, but I've a shave and shampoo awaiting.
Give 'em hell, Popeye!
- Kick 'em in the butt! - You can count on me, Mr. Popeye.
- I'd go with you, but I gotta lock up. - I just hope he doesn't get hurt.
- You know I'd go with you... - I'd go, Popeye, but...
He's coming! Revolution is today!
- I'd go... - Not me.
If I wasn't afraid of the water, I'd go.
Clean up on them, Popeye.
- No way I'm going with you, but good luck. - This is where he ain't?
I know you ain't down there.
If he is, you ain't him, is you?
Now...
where ain't youse?
Where ain't me Swee'peas?
What's that? What? Who?
Pap?
Poppa?
Poppa.
I ain't nobody's poppa.
You one-eyed, fish-faced,
sissipated sniffle-snaffle.
I knew it! I knew it!
I found youse!
I hates sentiment!
I am disgustipated.
Nuts to you.
Phooey. Phooey. Phooey.
Oh, Poppa. Poppa, Poppa, Poppa.
Oh, Pap! Father!
It's me. It's me, your orphink 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.
But, Pap, I'm your one and only oxspring.
See? We got the same bulgy arms.
No resemblance.
We got the same squinky eye.
What squinky eye?
Gonna be hard for you to see.
We got the same pipe, Pap.
You idiot. You can't inherit a pipe.
I am poppa to no male nor no female child
that no court could prove otherwise.
Yeah.
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.
- Eat that spinach, you brat. - I don't want to eat that spinach.
You eat that spinach!
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? He...
- spits it up! - Spits it up!
His mother ups and dies, and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
His poppa outta work, and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
The whole country in a depressigan...
and he wouldn't eat his spinach.
That was Coolidge...
His poppa going hungary, going off to steal.
Stealing what?
- Spinach. - Spinach.
So his ungrate son could grow up big and strong.
You know what I done?
You know what I done when the G-men cotched me
and thrung me in jail? I laughed.
- Yeah, you laughed? - I laughed a whole year.
That's me poppa.
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 me down. Cut me down! - Cut you down!
- I cut you down, Pap. - You idiot.
- Well, you said cut you down. - I didn't say cut me down.
I said get me down. Get me down.
Unhand me, you brute.
What are you doing? What?
Come back here, Bluto!
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.
That's me pap. I know it is.
What is all this brightness? I can't see.
- Popeye! Popeye! - All hands on deck.
Come on, all hands.
You can't stop him.
Come on! Haul ass! Haul ass!
Your pappy's the Commodore?
- Follow me! Get out here! - He's got 'em!
- Bluto's got Olive and Swee'pea! - Olive and Swee'pea? Olive.
Help!
Popeye!
Olive! Olive! Get me Olive!
I gotta get him before he gets me treasure.
All of you is commandeered.
Popeye!
The wharf! The wharf is moving!
Shut up, stupid. This ain't no wharf.
This is me getaway boat.
- Hoist the mainmast. - Help! We're going!
- Poor Olive! - Try and stop me!
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.
Mom.
Don't worry, Castor. Your father's with us.
Scab Island.
Haul ass! Haul ass! Haul ass! Get to your stations!
Get to your battle stations.
Oh, Phooey.
What are you doin'? What are you doin'?
Who do you think you are? Captain Arab?
I'm tryin' to see me Olive Oyl and me Swee'peas.
Olive Oyl? Swee'pea? What are you doin', making a salad?
I want me treasure. Do you hear me? I want me treasure.
I am the commodore of this ship and don't you give orders.
Oh, yeah? Well, 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. - Don't tell me what I yam.
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? Bilge rat?
Mutiny. Mutiny.
I am your one and only father.
Look it. Look it. The same bulgy arms!
No resemblink.
- The same squinky eye. - What squinky eye?
Help! Popeye!
We even got... We even got the same pipe. Look.
- This ain't me pipe. - You took the bait, you old...
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.
Phooey. Phooey.
Give 'em everything they want and what do you get in return?
Nuts. Nuts. Nuts.
Nothin' but heartache.
Heartache, sadness, and miserky.
Once in a while, you try to give them a bath and they don't want it.
And another bad time when you want to do something that you really want to do,
but all they want to do is not 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. - I could have made a fortune...
Kids! They don't know what they're doin'.
Kids.
Dad-blast 'em. They're gonna lead you to ruin.
That's what they 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.
You give 'em everything they want, and what do you get back in return?
- You get nothin'. - Caught you like a big red lobster!
They're just smaller versions of us, you know.
But I'm not so crazy about me in the first place.
So why do I want one of them?
I ask you. Children.
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? You get a lot of noise.
My papa'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! You with the crazy beard!
Get that fat guy up here. Come up here. Get up here.
The Commodore is calling.
- There she is! - Come on. Haul ass, haul ass.
Get the cannon and move it here. Come on, haul ass. Haul ass! Haul ass!
- Get the cannon and move it here. - The cannon?
What? What are you doin'? You can't fire that thing.
- There's womens and infinks on that boat. - Will you stop worrying!
All I'm gonna do is fire a warning shot right across the bow.
Don't you thinks I knows what I'm doin'?
Short!
Gorsh, I was a little short!
- Reload it. Reload it. Reload. - No, you don't.
Dad-blast it, I missed!
Full speed ahead!
Slow down, Pap, so we can board her.
We're not gonna board her. I'm gonna ram him! I'm gonna ram him!
He's not gonna get away with my treasure!
Swee'pea is on that boat!
I don't care about him! All I care about is that treasure!
Pirates' Cove. I should have known it.
All right, Mr. Mean.
Because that's gonna be your name from this day forward.
Oh, yeah? Well, you've broken your bale of straws on this camel's back.
Just to think I was ever gonna get engaged to you again.
Oh, nevermore I say. Nevermore!
- Get the water out of the boat. - Lower the lifeboats. Old women first.
Get the water out of the boat.
Portly men first! Portly men first!
Mr. Wimpy!
Oh, shit!
Now listen, kid. This is the most important.
Is the treasure underwater?
- Yeah, yeah. - You'd better let me out of here.
Okay, kid. You watch the boat. I'm goin' in.
Wait a minute. Where do you think you're going?
- We're almost there. - We're almost where?
Let me out of here.
I'm all wet.
There's fish in here.
- Popeye, help! - Olives!
Olive!
Help!
- Land ho! - Go get him, son!
He's a submarine. Thinks he's a submarine.
Popeye!
Pirates. Those pirates.
- Bluto! - Hey, that's my treasure, you runt.
What goes down...
must come up!
Bluto!
You're in trouble now.
Even 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.
One, two, three!
Help. Help, Popeye!
Hey! Who? What? Where? Why? When?
What is this? Hey.
I think we owe him an apology.
Your intentions were good.
Good night, Irene.
Haul ass. Haul ass. I gotta get that treasure.
Now, where is it? It must be down there some...
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.
That rotten little infink is looking at me treasure. Look at it. Look at it.
Come on. Pull it up. Come on.
Pirate's booties. He ain't gonna get it.
Heave! Heave! I think I'm going to!
Look out, Popeye. No!
Open it!
Get away. Get away. Get away!
Help! I can't see a thing!
- Popeye! - Tanks!
So it's a sword you need, is it, you little runt?
You won't be needin' that, will youse?
Watch him, Popeye. Yeah.
Popeye!
Octopus! Octopus!
Help! Help! Popeye!
It is an octopussy!
- Swee'pea! - I've got to save that kid.
I've got to save that rotten infink.
Hands off. Hands off that kid, you.
Help, Popeye!
Help!
Help! Help!
Hook him. Hook him.
Swee'pea!
Hoopla! Hoopla!
Get out of my way!
Who is that down there? Don't get fresh!
I'm gonna show you the treasure chest, little one.
Here we gonna... Watch it open.
Look.
Here.
Yes, yes. We got a little...
Isn't it cute?
Popeye!
Back! Back! Violence!
Bouncy, bouncy, bouncy! Keep your head! Look out!
Popeye.
Help!
Help! Help!
- Popeye! Popeye! - Olive. Olive.
You sissy baby sniffle-snaffle,
if you'd eaten your spinach like I told you,
you wouldn't be losin' this fight.
I ain't gonna eat no spinach, and I ain't losin'.
No, I ain't! I ain't!
You disobedient brat.
Here. Eat your spinach.
Bull's-eye!
Help!
- I ain't. I ain't. - Oh, yeah?
You don't like spinach?
I hates it.
Yeah.
Eat this spinach.
Eat. Eat.
See you in Davy Jones' locker.
Now my treasure!
Sound the charge, kid.
Help!
Look at Bluto! Look at that!
Bluto's turned yellow! Fraidy cat! Fraidy cat!
Good riddance to bad garbage.
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 strong to the finish 'Cause he eats his spinach
He's Popeye the Sailor Man
I'm one tough gazookus That hates all palookas
That ain't on the up and square
I biffs 'em and buffs 'em And always out-roughs 'em
And none of 'em gets nowhere
If anyone dares-es to risk me fisk
It's boffand it's wham, understands?
So keep good behavior That's your one lifesaver
With Popeye the Sailor Man
He's Popeye the Sailor Man He's Popeye the Sailor Man
Chicken of the seas, yeah.
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!