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"[to a photo of his Pappy] Poppa. Pretty soon, you and me are going to be together again, huh? Yeah. Thirty years ain't that long. Besides, next Wednesday's our annual-versity. Yeah? Yeah. Stay alive. That's all I'm axskin' you. Good night, Poppa."
"Eau de toilette, yeh, eau de toilette."
"Another thing I got is a sensk of humiligration. Now, maybe you swabs can pool your intelligensk and sees that I'm axsking you for an apologeky."
"I know you ain't down there. Truth is you ain't here. Now, where ain't you? Where ain't me Swee'Pea?"
"If I was gonna be Swee'Pea's mother, I should've at least let Olive be his father. Or viska versa. I ain't man enough to be no mother."
"Bluto, even though you're larger than me, you can't wins, 'cause you bad, and the good always wins over the bad."
"Oh, what am I? Some kind of barnicle on the dinghy of life? Oh, I ain't no doctors, but I knows when I'm losing me patiensk. What am I? Some kind of judge or lawyers? Maybe not, but I knows what law suitks me. [to the prostitute] Careful there, don't ruffle me feathers. What am I? I ain't no physcikisk, but I knows what matters. What am I? I'm Popeye the Sailor."
"[singing] And I yam what I yam and I yam what I yam that I yam / And I gotta lotta muscle and I only gots one eye / And I never hurts nobody and I'll never tell a lie / Top to me bottom and bottom to me top / That's the way it is 'til the day that I drop, what am I / I yam what I yam"
"[to the Oyls when they enter the gambling den] Oh, what is this? A house of ill repukes? Ooh, who'd bring me infant to this den of immoraliky? Don't touch nothin'. You might get a venerable disease."
"[cartoon version] Hey, what's this? One of Bluto's tricks? I'm in the wrong movie."
"[when Bluto sinks him during a fight] Goodnight, Irene!"
"[to Bluto, after beating him up for mistaking SweePea is his and Olive's] Don't thinks I blames ya, cause I don't. Nope."
"Eat your spinach, you no good infink. Eat it. Eat it! Eat it!"
"[about children] Bless their little hears, if they was made out of gold, I'd like to sell 'em on the open market. I could make me a fortune. Kids! Eh, they don't what they're doing. Kids, dadblast 'em! They're gonna lead you to ruin. That's what they're gonna do, lead you to ruin. They cry at you when they're young, they yell at you when they're older, they borrows from you when they's middle-aged and they leave you alone to die. Without even paying you back. Children, phooey. You give them everything they want, and what do you get back in return? You get nothing! Why they're just smaller versions of us you know, but I'm not so crazy about me in the first place, so why would I want one of them. I'm asking ya. Children. Ah, children. Little children. You'll pour your heart to them, you give them everything they want. Give them candy and a lot of toys, and what do you get in return? You get a lot of noise: Nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, nyah, my poppa's a mean old man! I'm through with children, I'm through with kids. They ain't nothing I'm never gonna do about it."
"Don't talk to me about the future. I hates the future, and I hates the past, and I hates the present. Especially you."
"I've never seen like this before in me life, talking to your poor old father like that, you disobedient brat. You're spoiled. That's what you're are, spoiled."
"I hates sentiment. I am disgustipated."
"It is an octopussy!"
"[repeated line] Haul ass! haul ass!"
"It's 9:00!! Curfew! LIGHTS OUT!!!"
"[arriving at the Oyl's party, picking up Mrs. Oyl] Mother!"
"[picking flower petals] She'll MARRY me!! She won't! She will!!"
"Okay, shorty, the Oyls are gonna be double taxed! Triple taxed! Quadruple taxed! Surtaxed! Exercised taxed! OVERtaxed! And, THUMB TAXED!!"
"OOOOOOOOOLLLLIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVVVVVVVVVVVVVVVEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"
"[singing] I'm so mean, I had a dream of beatin' myself up. Broke my nose, I broke my hand, I wrestled myself to the ground and then, I choked myself to death and broke the choke and woke up. Argh! I'm mean. You know what I mean. If you know what I mean, you'll know what I mean! I'm mean! Meaner than, I sure am mean! Yeah, mean. I'm meaner than that. You know what I mean. I'm so damn mean! I'm mean!"
"FOR THE LAST TIME, WHERE'S OLIVE?!"
"POOEY on carrots!!"
"Wimpy, he is flies in my soup, he should be killed to death!"
"HOOP-LA!! HOOP-LA!!"
"[singing] I would gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today."
"Burgers can't be choosers."
"Excellent idea, fish. Might I suggest, before matrimony, fish. Fish before matrimony."
"Nana Oyl: [about Castor] Get him out of that ring. Don't touch his feet. He's gotta dance with those feet."
"Cole Oyl: [repeated line] You owe me an apology."
"The Taxman: Plus one sunflower, embarrassing the Taxman tax."
"Sign at Roughhouse's Cafe: Positively NO Credit! Especially You, Wimpy!"
"Ham Gravy: [at Olive's engaement party] This is a real sad occasion. A very sad day."
"Nana Oyl: I don't know...Captain Bluto has the patience of Jobe! Or is it Job? Well, he certainly has a nice job. Jobe."
"The sailor man with the spinach can!"
"Blow me down! It's comink for Christmas!"
"Haves a happy holiday wit me an' Olive!"
"Robin Williams - Popeye the Sailor"
"Shelley Duvall - Olive Oyl"
"Ray Walston - Poopdeck Pappy"
"Paul L. Smith - Bluto"
"Paul Dooley - J. Wellington Wimpy"
"Richard Libertini - George W. Geezil"
"Linda Hunt - Mrs. Oxheart"
"Donald Moffat - The Taxman"
"MacIntyre Dixon - Cole Oyl"
Young though he was, his radiant energy produced such an impression of absolute reliability that Hedgewar made him the first sarkaryavah, or general secretary, of the RSS.
- Gopal Mukund Huddar
Largely because of the influence of communists in London, Huddar's conversion into an enthusiastic supporter of the fight against fascism was quick and smooth. The ease with which he crossed from one worldview to another betrays the fact that he had not properly understood the world he had grown in.
Huddar would have been 101 now had he been alive. But then centenaries are not celebrated only to register how old so and so would have been and when. They are usually celebrated to explore how much poorer our lives are without them. Maharashtrian public life is poorer without him. It is poorer for not having made the effort to recall an extraordinary life.
I regret I was not there to listen to Balaji Huddar's speech [...] No matter how many times you listen to him, his speeches are so delightful that you feel like listening to them again and again.
By the time he came out of Franco's prison, Huddar had relinquished many of his old ideas. He displayed a worldview completely different from that of the RSS, even though he continued to remain deferential to Hedgewar and maintained a personal relationship with him.