Uncle Martin: We don't have love at first sight on Mars. Either it was too silly to bother with, or it was something we discarded in our Dusk Ages.
Tim O'Hara: You mean the Dark Ages?
Uncle Martin: We were never that primitive.
Uncle Martin: After all as a very wise man once told me, the chicken is not infrequently the true dove of peace.
Poopdeck Pappy: Eat that spinach.
Popeye: I don't wanna eat that spinach.
Poopdeck Pappy: Eat that spinach, you brat.
Popeye: I don't wanna eat that spinach.
Poopdeck Pappy: Uuuuuggggghhh.
Popeye: I don't wanna eat that spinach! I don't wanna! Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhh.
Poopdeck Pappy: You eat that spinach.
Popeye: Waaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.
Poopdeck Pappy: You disobedient brat.
Popeye: Waaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh.
Poopdeck Pappy: You was disobedient when you was two, and you're still disobedient now.
Popeye: They've got me Olive Oyl and Swee'Pea.
Poopdeck Pappy: Olive Oyl? Swee'Pea? What are you doing, making a salad?
