Shelley Duvall: Olive Oyl
Olive Oyl : Goochy goo.
Popeye : None of that baby talk around me son. Me son is gonna be a man infink, not a baby infink. Come to poppa, me little Swee'Pea. You're me little Swee'Pea.
Olive Oyl : Swee'Pea? You're bats.
Popeye : I found him in Sweethaven, that's why he is me Swee'Pea. I am calling him Swee'Pea and that is his name. Ain't that the truth?
Olive Oyl : Swee'Pea is the worst name I've ever heard on a baby.
Popeye : Well what do you wants me to call him? Baby Oyl?
Popeye : What are you doing, there? No childs 'o mine will be exploiticated for ill-gotten gains.
Popeye : Yeah, that's true. You're gonna be president one day...
Olive Oyl : It is not ill-gotten, it's GOOD-gotten gains. These races will clothe us, and feed us, and save us.
Popeye : Wrong is wrong, even when it helps ya.
Wimpy : The horses are at the gates.
Olive Oyl : I think family is more important than dumb morality, hmm?
Olive Oyl : Your father is a rat, a crook, and a kidnapper! And he's on the Commodore's right now with Bluto and Swee'Pea. That's what I can't tell you.
Popeye : No, he ain't, and my father ain't no kidnapper.
Olive Oyl : He is too. He's a rat, a crook, a kidnapper, and a bad father and more!
Popeye : More?
Olive Oyl : Yeah!
Wimpy : Well, it appears that your father is the Commodore.
Popeye : He ain't no Commodore. A hoity-toity Commodore. He would never be that.
Olive Oyl : A rat, a crook, a kidnapper, and a Commodore.
Popeye : I don't listen to the advice of some dizzy gaming broad.
Popeye : Now, they ain't there, and I'm gonna prove it to you. Where ain't they?
Wimpy : They ain't on the Commodore's boat.
Popeye : That's where they ain't? Well if that's where they ain't, I'll prove to you that that's where they ain't.
Olive Oyl : I'm sorry mother but it's ugly. I ask you again, have you ever seen anything so ugly? I won't be engaged in this hat!
Olive Oyl : 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.
Olive Oyl : He can't take me out of anything. I'm not a child.
Castor Oyl : I'll say you're not a child!
Olive Oyl : Who says I'm not a child?
Castor Oyl : You said you're not a child and I agreed with you. That's who.
Olive Oyl : Who asked you to agree with me?
Castor Oyl : Well, no one can stop me from agreeing with you if I want to!
Olive Oyl : I can.
Popeye : Look at there Olives, he's got my eye.
Olive Oyl : He does not have your eyes. He's got my eyes. He's got your mouth!
Popeye : Does he? One day, Swee'Peas, he's gonna go to school and bust bigger kids in the mush. Yeah, you like that, don't you? Yes.
Olive Oyl : And we'll move into a vine covered cottage on a shady lane. And we'll garden together. And we'll play house.