Popeye Page #3

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.

I would suggest before

matrimony, fish.

Fish before matrimony.

Ooh, that does look good, there.

Wish I had a plate though.

...because four times

engaged is three times much.

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

to tell the truth about it.

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!

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