All language subtitles for Popeye.1980.1080p.WEBRip.DD5.1

(Laughs)

hey, what's this,
one of bluto's tricks?

I'm in the wrong movie.

(Thunder)

(thunder)

(chiming)

(music begins playing)

* god must love us

* we, the people

* of sweethaven

* hooray, hooray sweethaven

* flags are wavin'

* we're people from the sea

* safe from hypocrisy

* sweethaven

* god must love us

(muttering)

* 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

(chuckles)

* god will always bless

* sweethaven

(music ends)

(honk honk)

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.

This your goods?

They is.

You're new in town,
right?

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?

There's a nickel
question tax.

Oh, forget it.
I see what you're up to.

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!
(Horn honking)

(engine puttering)

oh, tax dis, tax dat...

i'm just disgustipated.

You pay your taxes,
you should get servix.

Mmm. Yeah.

I got it.

I got it.

No, i got it.

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.

(Piano plays descending notes)

man: i got it.

Second man:
i don't got it.

I--i don't got it!

Hey!

What is this? This ain't
the orchestra pits. Uhh!

(Piano plays
ascending notes)

i got it now.

Oh, look at that.

* Nobody seems
to care *

you've got so much
to bear, ma'am.

Can i--

(mutters)

* just try
to double-dare *

blow me down.

Blow me down.

Look. Look over there.
A stranger's coming.

(Mumbling)

(humming)

* wherever i go

(muttering)

* it's a lovely day

* it's still
a perfect day, but *

popeye:
* it's a lovely place

* gee, i'd love
to stay, but... *

blow me down...

when we roll into town.

* Trouble

* trouble

* trouble

* it's friendly here

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

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?

I'll ax you
for spinach.

So why you didn't say so?

For you, each a dollar.

How much is a broccoli?

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'.

(Chuckles)

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!

* Some people here

* blow me down

careful there.

What blew him
into town?

Oh, the short arm
of the law, huh?

* Blow me down

yeow! Hey!

Hey! Ow! Ooh.

Hey, hey. That's it.

I'll take all you on.

Come on.

Come on. What, you can't
dish it out, but--

or the man with
the party favors?

You got a room for renk?

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.

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...

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...

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?

What?

Who shoved a feather
in his ear?

Sure is nice weather
you have here.

Your name
really "olives"?

So what?

"Olives oyl"?
Ha ha.

So? You're short...

or you're just passing
yourself off as short.

Can i see me room now?

Oh, as if i cared...

no--oh!

Aah!

(Shatters)

nice-lookin' room.

Careful how you
treat that bed.

Nothing goes
on this bed.

Sorry. I was just--

watch that lamp!

Let me give you

yeah, here we are.

Oh, your underclothes.

You--oh.

Oh!

Me bad eye.
I didn't see nothin'.

Hmph!

(Shatters)

(door slams)

miss oyl. Meybe--

(bell clanging)

woman: don't forget
to put the cat out, dear.

Man:
we don't have a cat.

"Eau de toilette."

Yeah.

Man:
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?

Castor: never lets me
go to the commodore.

If ever i could
put in a good word--

shut up is the word!

Pass is another word,

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.

Olive: 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.

(Men laughing)

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.

If it was a knife,
it would cut you.

Will you sit down,
mr. Eye, please!

You owe me an apology.

Mr. Geezil:
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.

Is 3 times much.

Olive: oh, he can't talk me out of anything.
I'm not a child.

I'll say
you're not a child.

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--

(employment pronunciation) or is it job?

He's certainly got
a very good job--jobe.

And he needs
a lot of patience.

And the commodore's
always away.

I'd never let a girl
break 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.

Olive:
this knife won't cut.

Here, take mine.

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.

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.

Wimpy:
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.

Never good to be
too full, i guess.

(Barroom piano music
playing)

(growling)

(growling)

it's 9:00!

Curfew!

Lights out!

(Doors closing)

woman, whispering:
you can have your kiss now.

(Smooch)

oh!

Poppa.

(Chuckles)

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...

that's all i'm axkin' you.

(Sighs)

good night, poppa.

(Kiss)

(chiming)

(rooster crows)

(music begins playing)

sweep, sweep.

Sweep, sweep.

Hey-up!

Ahhh--whooop!

* Everything is food,
food, food *

* 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 *

* 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.

Roughhouse:
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.

(Moo)

* 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!

(Music stops)

here.

Hey, hey, hey!
Laverne!

Laverne!

I really need someone
to kinda talk to.

'Cause i thought everybody
in this town might be deef.

What's that?

(Laughter)

you know, the gisk
of why i'm here is

yeah.

I've searched
the 7 seas for him,

i was only 2 years old,
me own pap left me.

I was just
a mere infink.

(Raucous laughter)

pipe down, will you?

Me own pap ditches me.

I'm a very tolerant man,

except when it comes
to holdin' a grudge.

But about 7 years ago,

i ships out on this boat,
the gloomy gus.

(Laughter)

(mutters)

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.

(Laughter)

so when
i was finally rescued...

i figured i gotta
forgive me paps,

you see,
i'm only afeared he might be dead

what a fine figure
on an orphink

i turned out to be.
Oh, yeah.

You sure got
a nice-lookin' face there,

one-eye!

(Laughter)

one-eye?

I've seen better arms
on a baboon!

You want to know why
you're "loneskome"?

Go take a look
in that mirror!

(Raucous laughter)

you know,
if it's one ting i got,

it's a sensk of humor.

Where did you get
that "pronunskiation"?

(Laughter)

yeah! Got a olive
caught in your throat?

(Raucous laughter)

well, i'll
get back to ya.

(Chuckles)

(mutters)

pappy.

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!

Another thing i got...

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!

(Raucous laughter)
(mutters)

(laughter)

i--i apologize.

Rosie, get my hat.
I think it's time we leave.

I've gotta get
back to the dairy--

(laughter)

(growling)

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.

Guess what!

Thanks.

Anybody else
want an apologigy?

(Growls)

all in a day's fun,
ain't it?

Anybody home?

Nah.
Keep the change.

(Squawks)

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.

(Growls)

i forgot the flowers.

(Growling) hmm.

Yep...

the solushkion.

Look at that.
Ah, me dress blues.

Oh, you and castor.

Oh, phooey!

(Noisy conversations)

we're just waiting
for captain bluto.

I can't tell you
how happy this makes me

(conversations stop)

nice-lookin' furs
there.

(Grrr)

oh. (Chuckles)

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.

(Cuckoo clock chimes)

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.

(Muttering)

olive: ugly.

Women: bluto's ugly,
all right.

(Giggling)

bluto's distinguished.

He's distinguished,
all right--

distinguishedly
ugly!

(Women giggling)

bluto's special.

Oh, he's special,
all right.

Especially ugly.

* Good-lookin'

* and he's large

(giggling)

* he's large

* large

* tall

* large

(flies buzzing)

(growls)

g-good evening,
captain bluto. I mean...

* and he's mine

* not a mandolin

* oh, no
* oh, no

* he's an accordion

* to keep him warm

* warm
* warm

* oh, boy

* he's virile

* strong
* strong

* he's strong

* strong
* strong

sounds like bluto.

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!

* And respect

* he's better

* than the rest

* he may not

* be the best

(giggling)

* and he's mine

she can have him.

She loves me...

she don't love me...

oh, no, no, no.

May god forbid it.

She'll marry me!

* Large

* large
* large

* large
* large

* mine

* mine
* mine

* mine

* mine
* mine

she won't marry me.

She will.

(Applause)

she won't.

* It may seem funny

* but it's not

* 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...
olive's...

getting ready.
Getting ready.

Good.

Now, where were we?

She...

ha ha ha!

Ha ha... ohh!

Here. Eat those.

Mmm. Yeah, yeah.
Ahh. Whew.

Thank you, mr. Slats.

(Growling)

(flies buzzing)

(growling becomes louder)

mrs. Oyl: olive!

(Fly buzzing)

(growling
loudly)

(buzzing stops)

(crowd cheers)

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.

Sorry about that.

No, that's
the wrong way!

I want to go...

ooh! Ohhh!

Whoo! Oh! Ohh!

(Horn honking)

that way!

What?

Oh, i'm sorry,
miss oyl.

Didn't recognize you
from the back.

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.

(Growling)

bluto:
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!

(Growling)

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.

(Growling)

(growling)

(glass crunching)

(growling)

(glass crunching)

was he always used to
throw me up in the air.

But he'd never be there
when i'd come down.

(Chuckling) yeah.

Boy, he had a sense
of humor, didn't he?

Yeah, that was me pap.

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,

then he'd say, "one day
you'll be a sailor."

Heh heh.
That's what i am today.

(Chuckles)

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!

(Muttering)
mm-hmm...

me train of thought
kinda derailed and...

(chuckles)

oh, yeah.
All that time waitin'.

Well, i'm--
i'm carryin' 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.

(Rattle)

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...
(muttering)

i'll rattle him
upside-down.

(Muttering)
ohh! Ohh!

I'll get to him.
Come on. Hup!

Aah!

Hey!
Ohh!

Ohh...

ohh...

blow me down.

Here you go,
little tyke.

Here's your snake.
There you go.

What do you
got here?

"To the one-eyed
sailor."

Wait a minute.
Hold on there.

Watch out. I don't
wanna hurt you.

(Chuckles)

i'll read this.

I'll bring it
right back to you.

(Baby crying)

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.

(Chuckles)

you want the note?
Ok, take it back.

Ha ha ha.

Oh, i loves you more
than you'll ever know.

Olive!

(Growling)

(playing piano)

* 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

* he's mean,
he's 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 *

* 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 that he's mean

* you know what i mean?

* He's mean,
he's mean *

* he's mean,
he's mean *

* i'm mean!

(Chattering stops)

came looking for me pap,
and now i'm a mother.

(Busy conversations)

* i have a baby

* a little baby

olive.

I thoroughly engaged
your enjoyment party.

Stairs. There you go.
Got another 2 to go.

Ok. Good.

* Little baby

when you
throw a party,

you trow a party,
don't youse?

Bluto: for the last time,
where's olive?!

Oh...

grrrr!

Uh-oh.

Oh!

Grrr!

Oh!

(Sizzling)

grrrr!

Ohhh...

women and infinks
first.

Here you go.

Ohhh. Ohhh.....

a little somethin'
to remember me by.

Good luck.

Ahem.
Ohhh...

there's a logical
explanation for this.

Yeah, i knows
what you're tinkin'.

Grrrr!

Blbb-bbr. Oh, look
at the birdies.

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.

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.

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.

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.

None of that baby talk
around me son.

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.

(Noisy conversations)

(ship's horn blows)

(ship's horn blows)

castor:
what could happen to me?

It'd be worth gettin' killed
to help mom and pop.

What if i won?

I'm fast. I'm foxy.

(Music playing)

* 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?

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

that unworthiest
of worthies,

flag stuff!

Oh, now,
look at that.

There's castor.

Don't touch his feet.

I can do it!

Where are my pills?

Gentlemen,
you know the rules.

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!

Give him oyl, castor,
give him oyl!

That was
a rabbit punch!

2, 3, 4, 5, 6,
7, 8, 9, 10.

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!

(Crash)

oh, popeye!

You. You're gonna be
kissing canvas real soon!

Poor little
fatherless baby.

Oh, you'll
be murdered.

All right, gentlemen,
you both know the rules.

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.

(Ding ding)

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.

His mother's
distracting you.

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!

(Toots pipe)

come on!

That's one.

That's two.

That's three
for me.

(Cheering)

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.

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

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

* 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

both: * sailing

* sailing

* sailing

* sail

* nothin' feels better
than the rolls on the sea *

* and i can't think
of anyone but you *

(laughs)

* stay

* with me

* sail with me

* stay with me

* stay

* with me

* sail

* with

* me

* mmm

oh, popeye.

It's a soupburger.

These are
difficult times.

Burgers can't
be choosers.

Boy, work is what makes
the heart stronger.

Come.

Bye, mom.

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.

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?

(Whistles)

see? I asked
swee'pea,

"swee'pea, will
popeye be killed?"

Uh-uh.

No?

Will popeye be
seriously maimed?"

(Laughs)

no?
(Sighs)

ha ha ha!

That's 2 for 2.
That can happen anyway, you know?

So then i queried,

"swee'pea,

will popeye
actually survive?"

(Whistles)

what?

You mean he'll win?

(Whistles)
ohhh...

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.

There you go.

Come along.

Don't forget
his little hat.

He's goin' out
in uniform.

Oh,
of course.

Thank you.

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.

Well...

before i, uh, knew
you was worried about me.

You mean now
i can carry him

just because i was
worried about you?

Phooey.

"Phooey"? Y-you say
"phooey" to me?

I said "phooey,"
and i mean "phooey."

Phooey.

(Call to the post
playing)

we have lickety split,
number one,

how about 6?
(Whistles)

popeye: 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.

Wait. I trust him as far
as i can throw him.

I don't see
him anywhere.

Maybe they went
to the roughhouse.

Cole: 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?

A baby
at the races!

Come on,
let's go!

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.

Woman:
lonesome, chubby?

No. Number 2, ed?

Ed?

That's a horse.

All right, number 6--
holy moley.

(Whistles)

do you like
holy moley?

Holy moley?

That's it.
Holy moley.

We can't lose.

Everything
on holy moley.

Wimpy: come on,
holy moley!

Come on, holy moley!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on! Oh,
we're gonna win!

Hurray!
We've done it.

Popeye: 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.

Hello.

Got to gird your loins up
for this one.

Raise your paper,
cole.

Oh! Would you--

there's mom.

Where is that wimpy?

Ohh...

castor, what are you doing here?

110,

wimpy, i'm disgustipated with you.

May i borrow the infink for a moment?

I ought to bust you
right in the mush.

Yeah, what is this?!

It's 120 simoleons.

You know how many
hamburgers that is?

Disgraceful!

How many races?

2 races.

Oh, swee'pea.

No child of mine is gonna be a racking tout.

Come on,
me li'l...

now, wait a minute.

(Call to the post plays)

swee'pea.

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.

Family is more important
than dumb morality.

Oh, look. He's got
something in his eye.

Let me see.
Oh, i know how that feels.

There we go.

Oh, phoebe's wish?

Keep-a-goin'?

Lady loose?

(Whistles)

sucking lemons!

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.

What am i?

Ohh...

maybe not, but i knows
what law suits me.

Careful there.
Don't ruffle me feathers.

What am i?

I'm popeye,

the sailor.

* And i yam what i yam
what i yam *

* and i yam what 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 *

* i am what i yam

* 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 *

* 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 am what i am

* i am what i am,
but i am what i am *

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!

Popeye: i hate to do this,
swee'pea.

It's neskessary.

Sometimes you gotta do
tings you don't want to do.

Uh, mr. Pop--
uh, mr. 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.

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.

Cole: maybe we owe him
an apology.

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'?

None of your
business.

$4.25
movin'-out tax.

Moved in here?

What's it look like?

$5.25
movin'-in tax.

Double nuts.

Where's
this baby from?

The pelicans
brought him.

Get out.

Don't take me
personal.

Aaahhh!

(Cheering)

down with taxes!
Down with paying!

Did you see
what he did?

Man: phooey on the tax man!

Phooey on the tax man!

Tax the fishes!

(Crying)

hurrah!

Hurrah!

Swee'pea!

Swee'pea!

Where's--let me down.
Where's swee'pea?

(Rattles)

(sighs)

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 *

* 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 *

* 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 *

* da da da
dat dat dat dat *

* da da da
dat dat dat dat *

* da da da
dat dat dat dat *

* dada dada da

(sucking thumb loudly)

(burps)

(baby chatter)

(snoring)

* 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 *

* 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.

(Humming)

hmm. "Tax shelter."

The commodore's boat.

But no commodore,
of course.

Aha!

Swee'pea's still
in sweethaven.

Wimpy!

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, no! I confess!
I confess!

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.

Come back here this minute.
Open this door.

It's probably locked.

Open this door!

Shh!

Inside
this here harbor.

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.

And i owns you.

I hates the future.

And i hates
the past.

Especially you.

Bluto: 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'.
(Chuckles)

hate's done me more good

than anything
in the world.

* It's not easy being me

* master
of me own deskiny *

* ahh, it's not easy
being me *

shut your lip
and open your mouth.

* 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!

* 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.

A crook
and a kidnapper!

No, he ain't.

Oh, yes, he is.

No, he ain't.

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!

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.

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!

All: 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--

man: if i wasn't afraid
of the water, i'd go.

Clean up
on them, popeye!

Popeye:
this where he ain't?

(Objects clatter)

i know
you ain't down there.

It ain't him, is it?

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,

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.

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!

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 that spinach!

I don't want to!

Eat that
spinach, brat!

I don't want to!

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...

his poppa going hungry,
going off to steal.

Stealing what?

Spinach!
Spinach!

You know what i done when the g-men cotched me

i laughed
a whole year.

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!

(Crash)

i, uh...
cut you down, poppa.

You idiot.
Well, you said cut you down.

Oh, unhand me, you brute!

Oh, what
are you doing?

What--oh--

(yelling)

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.

(Ship's horn blows)

ooohh! What is all
this brightness?

I can't see!

Popeye!
Popeye!

All hands on deck!

(All talking at once)

oh, no!

Ha ha ha ha!

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

haul ass!
Get to your battle stations.

Ooh...

phooey!

(Bell clanging)

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.

I says
i am your father.

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?

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.

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!

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.

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,

children! Phooey! Pbbllt!

(Horn blows)

you give them
everything they want,

and what do you
get back in return?

Help me.

Why, they're just smaller versions of us,
you know.

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 *

(horn blows)

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'!

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!

We're not boarding her!
I'm gonna ram him!

He's not gonna get away
with my treasure!

(Shouting)

ha ha! Pirates' cove!

I should have known it.

Because that's your name
from this day forward!

On this camel's back!

To think i was gonna get engaged to you again!

Never more i say!

Get the water
out of the boat!

Lower the lifeboats!
Old women first!

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.

Let me out of here!

I'm all wet!

Oop! There are
fish in here!

Olives!

Help!

Land ho!

He's a submarine.

She's a submarine.

Popeye!

(Splash)

bluto!

That's my treasure,
you runt!

What goes down...

must come up,

bluto!

(Growling)

olive: 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,

3!

Oh, help!

Help, popeye!

(Stammering)

i think we owe
him an apology.

Your intentions
were good.

Ohhh!

Good night, irene.

Haul ass! Haul ass!
I gotta get that treasure!

There it is! You!
Undertaker, over here!

That's me!
I'll undertake that!

Get on this rope!
Get on this rope!

(Shouting indistinctly)

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!

(Growling)

open up!

Get away!
Get away!

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 is an octupussy!

I've got to save him!

Hands off!
Hands off that kid!

Help, popeye!

Help!

Help! Oh!

Oohhh! Ohhh! Ohh!

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, we got a little...

back! Back!

Look out!

Oh! Help!

(Gurgling)

help! Help!

Olive:
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!

Bull's-eye!

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!

(Horn toots)

aah!

Help!

(Popeye theme plays)

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 *

* 'cause he eats
his spinach *

* oh, i'm popeye,
the sailor man *

* i'm strong
to the finish *

* he's popeye,
the sailor man *

* he's popeye,
the sailor man *

* he's popeye,
the sailor man *

* '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 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 *

* 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,
the sailor man *

swee'pea: popeye.
Toot! Toot!

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