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Hey, what's this, one of Bluto's tricks?
I'm in the wrong movie.
Sweet Sweethaven
God must love us
We, the people
Of Sweethaven
Hooray, hooray, Sweethaven
Flags are wavin'
We're people from the sea
Safe from hypocrisy
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 send 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 docked? - I have.
Uh-huh. That'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.
These your goods?
- They is. - Yeah?
You're new in town, right?
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 $1 "leavin' your junk lyin' around the wharf" tax.
So altogether, you owe the Commodore $1.87.
Who's this Commodore?
That in the nature of a question? There's a nickel question tax.
Oh, forget it. I see what you're up to. Here we go.
Exact change, please. I'm an exact-change taxman.
Oh, are you? Here's a dollar.
Here's a red cent.
There's a franc, a peso.
Here's a guilder.
Oh, sorry, I'm taking...
- Kids. - Dime. There we go...
There's a nickel curiosity tax.
Hey. Hey, I paid me tax...
Get out of the way.
Oh, tax dis, tax dat.
I ain't mad, though.
I'm just disgustipated.
You pay your taxes, you should get a servix. Yeah.
- I got it. I got it. - No, I got it.
Go left. Yeah. I got it.
Don't worry. I got it.
Blow me down.
Looks like me old pipe. Wonder what it's doin' here.
What a coinkydink.
Hey. What is this? This ain't the orchestra pit.
Oh, look at that.
Nobody seems to care
You've got so much to bear, ma'am. Can I...
Blow me down.
It's the wind and air
Just try to double-dare
Blow me down.
Pardon me there, mate. Maybe...
Blow me down.
It's no bother, but...
Look. Look over there. A stranger's coming.
You'd rather not, huh? Oh, that's easy to see.
Wherever I go
Ooh, nice-looking knees.
- That does it for me. - Bad, bad news!
I don't believe that.
It's a lovely day It's still a perfect day, but
Oh, maybe, ma'am, you'd like to...
It's a lovely place
Gee, I'd like to stay, but...
Blow me down. Roll into town?
Trouble
Trouble, trouble
Local glum club.
Friendly here
Huh. Little scary, too. I think I'll spend a year.
Or two, maybe three
I yam what I yam
Wherever I go
I came from the sea
They seem to got my number, but no one's lookin' 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 carricks?
No. No.
You ain't got no carricks? What are those, prunes?
Phooey on carrots.
Take broccoli.
I am in the mood for carricks. I need me vitamins.
Phooey on carrot sticks. Spinach?
If I want spinach, I'll ax you for spinach.
So why he didn't say so?
For you, each a dollar.
How much is a broccoli?
- Nickel. Maybe dime. - And the spinach?
- Dime, maybe quarter. - Then how come carricks is a dollar?
$1.50. You buy what I don't feel like selling, it cost you $2.00.
All right. Here you go.
Deadbeat. No, this is a nickel.
I pays what I feels like payin'.
You're not up to no good, are you?
'Cause if you are, there's a 50-cent "up to no good" tax.
- Kids. Kids. - Cherubs there.
Come here. Come back.
Seems like everywhere
Lots of people here
Tryin' to blow me down
But unlike the clothes I wear
I haven't...
Hey, careful there.
What blew him into town?
The short arm of the law, huh?
Blow me down
Blow me dow-ow...
Hey! Hey! Hey, come back!
Hey, hey. That's it. I'll take all you on.
Come on. Come on. Come on.
Come on. What, you can't dish it out, but...
Are you the piano tuner or the man with the party favors?
- You got a room for renk? - What? For what?
Renk. Renk. Your sign says you got a room for renk.
Oh, my stars and gardens.
My mind was a million miles away.
Come in before you catch your death of mud.
Mud.
"Oyls." That explains it. She's down a quart.
Scums. I'll find ya.
Come on, come on.
Don't make 'em like they used to.
Oh, come on.
I'm sorry, Mother, but it's ugly.
I ask you, have you ever seen anything so ugly?
I won't be engaged in this hat.
I heard that. Don't think I didn't hear that.
She owes me an apology.
Ugly. There's nothing left to say. What do you think?
I think it's up to you, dear.
What do you think? Ugly.
I think it's a conspiracy.
Why would they manufacture deliberate ugliness
unless they wanted me to look ugly?
We find that out, we find out everything.
There's a stranger in...
I can't get engaged.
You'll have to tell Bluto. I can't.
We'll have to cancel the party tomorrow night.
Not my fault that it's so ugly.
What are you doing listening in
on a private conversation between me and my mother?
I have a good mind to have my father call a policeman.
Olive, will you show Mr... Mr...
Popeye, ma'am.
- Mr. Eye the spare room? - Just Popeye.
Go upstairs, Mr. Eye. Olive will show you the room.
Thanks.
Stumbled on some sort of asylum here.
Show me a room. Show me some courtesy. Might be nice.
I don't see why I have to do anything
on the day before my engagement party when nothing's ready, especially me.
And what kind of name is that, anyway, Popeye?
Pretty strange.
What kind of name is Olive Oyl?
Sounds like some kind of lubricants.
Thank you very much, ma'am.
Don't look in that room. That's my room.
Meant no disrespect.
Ugly, huh? You owe me an apology.
What?
Wonder who shoved a feather in his ear.
What'd you say?
Sure is nice weather you have here.
- Your name really Olives? - So what?
Olives Oyl?
You don't look Greek.
So? You're short. Or are you just passing yourself off as short?
Can I see me room now?
As if I cared.
Let me give you a hand there. Maybe it needs a little oil.
No...
Nice-lookin' room.
Never seen a room done in early demoliskin before,
but this'll do for me.
Careful how you treat that bed.
Nothing goes on this bed.
- Sorry, ma'am. I was just... - Watch that lamp.
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