Sindbad the Sailor:
There's only room for one great sailor in this world, and that's ME!
Popeye: Oh, sez you?
[the two charge at each other]
Popeye: Oh, sez you?
[the two charge at each other]
Popeye:
[reading a sign] "The Isle of Sindbad. Enter Not! For whoso-ever passeth in... passeth out!"
Popeye:
[singing] I'm Popeye the Sailor Man / Popeye the Sailor Man / I'm strong to the finich, cause I eats me spinach / I'm Popeye the Sailor Man! I'm one tough gazookus, which hates all palookas / but takes on the up and square / I biffs 'em and boffs 'em , and always out-ruffs 'em / but none of them gets nowhere! / If anyone messes to risk, me fisk / It's bop and it's wham, understand? / So keep good behavior, that's your one lifesaver / with Popeye the Sailor Man! I'm Popeye the Sailor Man / Popeye the Sailor Man / I'm strong to the finich, cause I eats me spinach / I'm Popeye the Swab-Wailor Man!
Popeye:
[to Boola] Two against one, huh?
[knocks Boola's two heads, twice]
Popeye: How do you like that?
[the two heads start arguing]
Boola: [left head] What for you like that? Popeye smack our face!
Boola: [right head] How do YOU like about that? You hold that Popeye in this hand!
Boola: [left head] Bicarbonate, if I had that mug in this hand, I make from him special dish of chopped fricassee-sees!
Boola: [right head] I do not like chop-you-apart fricassee-sees!
Boola: [left head] I make for you to like it!
[Boola's left hand punches his right head]
[knocks Boola's two heads, twice]
Popeye: How do you like that?
[the two heads start arguing]
Boola: [left head] What for you like that? Popeye smack our face!
Boola: [right head] How do YOU like about that? You hold that Popeye in this hand!
Boola: [left head] Bicarbonate, if I had that mug in this hand, I make from him special dish of chopped fricassee-sees!
Boola: [right head] I do not like chop-you-apart fricassee-sees!
Boola: [left head] I make for you to like it!
[Boola's left hand punches his right head]