Popeye Page #2
- PG
- Year:
- 1980
- 114 min
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two dollars an ounce.
Out of my kitchen, Mr. Wimpy.
I knew it, I knew it, see...
You wait for the supper gong.
I could've made
a fortune on Billings
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...
You don't pass.
It says here the Commodore's
taxing salt again.
Don't look as good as I smell,
but too late now.
Got to go.
Oh, Mr. Eye,
have you met... uh, Pop?
Mr. Wimpy, my son Castor,
Mr. Geezil, my husband Cole.
We're all one big
happy family here.
- Hmph!
- Although not really.
I mean, well, Mr. Geezil
and Mr. Wimpy are, um...
Me, I'm family.
Well, you're my husband.
You owe me an apology.
Well, I can't find anything.
What are you
looking for, Olive?
- A glass.
- Oh, uh, 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?
But I'd have to dip
into capital.
Fish futures smell.
What kind of glass
do you want, Olive?
A wine glass
or a brandy glass,
or a water glass?
Oh, not a thing...
I don't want a thing.
Real appetizing.
I want a fork.
Right beside your plate.
If it was a knife,
it would cut you.
- And a knife.
- Will you sit down?
Why don't I have a knife?
And a nice dress?
You owe me an apology.
Passing fish, please.
Fish, excellent idea, Miss Oyl.
matrimony, fish.
Fish before matrimony.
Ooh, that does look good, there.
Wish I had a plate though.
...because four times
Oh, he can't talk me out
of anything; I'm not a child.
I'll say you're not a child.
- Who says I'm not a child?
- You said you're not a child
and I agreed with you,
that's who.
Who asked you
to agree with me?
Well, 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 Job.
Or is it job?
Certainly got
a very good job, Job.
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?
- What?
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?
Finishing touch here.
Oh, this knife won't cut.
Here, take mine.
Not since I was 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.
Ooh, I hate this table,
it's ugly.
I'm the only one
with nerve enough
Well, 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.
- Right.
Nothing left?
Oh... Bluto, Bluto, Bluto.
Everyone takes advantage
of my poor Bluto.
Get a new... glass,
a new knife.
Now they want a table.
Well, hmph!
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!
Hmph.
Mmm.
You make me sick.
Never good to be too full,
I guess.
It's 9:
00!Curfew!
Lights... out!
You can have a kiss now.
Oh!
Poppa.
Pretty soon you and me
are going to be together again,
huh?
Yeah.
Besides, next Wednesday's
our annual-versity.
Yeah? Yeah.
Stay alive.
That's all I'm axskin you.
Good night, Poppa.
Aw...
There.
Sweep, sweep, sweep, sweep.
Sweep, sweep...
Hey-up!
Ah... whoop!
Eee-oh!
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 ani-mule
It could be food
Everything is food
I would gladly pay you Tuesday
for a hamburger today
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 sugarcane
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.
- Hey, thanks.
Who's paying?
I'm buying, he's paying.
I'd refuse to pay
if I were you.
Rough House!
Food, food, food
Everything is food
One hamburger-chiseler's tax.
I would gladly
pay you Tuesday
- What kind mooch is this?
- For a hamburger today
Tuesday for a hamburger today
Everything is upside-down
Everything is sunny-side up
Did you pay for this
In American?
They can't trick us
with no hot dog
Everything is food,
food, food
Everything is food.
Hey, hey, hey, Laverne!
Give us a smooch!
I really need someone
to kind of talk to,
'cause I thought everybody
in this town might be deef.
Huh, what's that?
Huh? Oh.
You know, jusk why
I'm here is...
I'm looking for me pap.
Yeah, oh...
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.
Me own pap...
Pipe down, will ya?
Me own pap ditches me.
I'm a very tolerant man,
except when it comes
to holding a grudge.
I never thought
I'd forgive me paps,
I ships out on this boat,
The Gloomy Gus.
That's a boat. Yeah.
Just off the coast of Guam.
It breaks up on this typhoon,
and 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 got
to forgive me paps, you know?
Uh, you see,
I'm only afeared
that he might be dead,
fine figure of an orphink
I turned out to be.
You sure got a nice-looking
face there,
One-Eye.
One-Eye?
I've seen better arms
on a baboon.
You're a slimy...
Yeah, you want to know
why you're so "lonescome,"
go take a look at that mirror.
You know, if there's
one thing I ain't got,
it's a sense ka humor.
Where did you get that,
uh, pronunskiation?
Yeah? Got an olive
caught in your throat?
Well, yeah, well,
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