Popeye the Sailor
Ancient Fistory
Popeye, you varmint.
Fetcheth me my hat and cloak.
Hereth you are, boss.
Backeth to work you riff raff, while I goeth off to wed a princess.
Gee, I wished I was going to the ball.
I'm your fairy godfather.
Fetcheth me a can of spinach or you'll be late for the ball.
The ball! Oh, boy!
Gee, now I can go to the ball.
Just a minute. You can't goeth in them rags.
Wow! Toodeloo, and thanks.
Remember, returneth by midnight or ye'll change back to rags again.
Well what do you know? He disappeared.
Ye princess, Olive!
Allow me, fair princess.
Oh! Thank you.
Just trying it on for size, baby.
Cinderfella!
Oh!
Ah my cherie. Cometh with me to ye Kasbah.
Listen, you runt. I seeneth her first.
Soeth what!
Boys! Boys!
Now ye men who's besteth with ye bow and arrow, shall leadeth me down the straight and narrow.
Okay baby, we're as good as hitched right noweth.
Ye bulls eye!
Hmmm. Pretty good shot for an amateur.
Uh now, just watcheth this.
Ye real bulls eye!
Pistols at ten paces.
Oneth, twoeth, threeth, foureth, fiveth, sixeth, seveneth, eighteth, nineth...
Cuckoo. Twelve o'clock and all ain't well.
Get thee away from me. Ye, ye brute!
How about a kiss for your new prince, princess?
[screams]
Somebody do something! Saveth me! Help!
Ah, me princess. Now to collecteth me kiss.