Popeye

Hey, what's this,

one of Bluto's tricks?

I'm in the wrong movie.

Sweet Sweethaven

God must love us

We the people

Love Sweethaven

Hooray, hooray, Sweethaven

Flags are wavin'

We're people from the sea

Safe from democracy

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 strand 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 dock?

- I have.

- Uh-huh.

There'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.

Aha. Ah, huh.

This your goods?

- They is.

- Yeah?

You're new in town, right?

You 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 one dollar

leaving-your-junk-

lying-around-the-wharf tax.

So, all together,

you owe the Commodore

$1.87.

Ah, who's this Commodore?

That the nature of a question?

There's a nickel question tax.

Oh, forget it.

I see what you're up to here.

Here we go.

Exact change, please.

I'm an exact-change taxman.

Oh. Mmm. Here's a dollar.

Here's a red cent.

Here's a franc.

A peso.

Here's a guilder.

Oh, sorry I'm taking

your time.

There's a dime; there we go.

There's one quarter.

Curiosity tax.

Hey, I paid me tax.

Oh, tax this, tax that.

Ooh, my nightmare don't...

Mmm, I gets disgustipated.

"Have you paid your tax?"

I got it, I got it.

No, I-I got it.

I got it, I got it.

Don't worry, I got it.

Holy cow.

Looks like me old pipe.

Wonder what it's doing here?

What a coinkydink.

Hey! What is this?

This ain't the orchestra pit.

Oh, lookit there.

Nobody seems to care...

You've got so much

to bear, ma'am.

Can I...?

Blow me down!

That's it, that...!

Oh, it's the wind and air...

Just try to double dare

to... blow me down.

Awk! Wait for me!

Hello, there, mate.

Maybe, uh...

Ah, blow me down.

It's no bother, but...

Look over there...

stranger's coming.

You'd rather not, huh?

Well, that's easy to see.

Mm-hmm, mm-hmm, mm-hmm

Wherever I go...

Ooh, nice-looking knees,

it does it for me.

Bad news!

Bad, bad, bad news.

Hmm, I don't believe that.

What a lovely day...

Well, it's still

a perfect day, but...

Oh, maybe ma'am,

you would like to...

Blow me down again, there.

It's a lovely place

Think I'd like to stay, but...

Stranger in town.

Blow me down.

Somebody roll into town?

Trouble, trouble,

trouble, trouble...

Blow me down...

local glum club.

It's friendly here...

A little scary, too.

I think I'll spend a year,

Or two, maybe thr...

Whoa, tut-tut-tut.

I yam what I yam,

wherever I go

I came from the sea...

Should've got me number,

but no one's looking 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 carrotsk?

No, no.

You ain't got no carrotsk?

What are those, prunes?

Phooey on carrots!

Take broccoli.

I am in the mood for carrotsk.

I need me vitamins.

Phooey on carrots!

Take spinach!

If I wants spinach,

I'll axk you for spinach.

So, why you didn't say so?

For you, each a dollar.

How much is the broccoli?

Nickel, maybe dime.

And the spinach?

Dime, maybe quarter.

Then how come

carrotsk is a dollar?

Dollar fifty.

You buy what I don't feel

like selling,

it'll cost you $2.

All right, here you go.

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