The Taxman: Not up to no good are you? ‘Cause if you are there’s a fifty cent “Up to No Good” tax.
Nana Oyl: Come in before you catch your death of mud.
Wimpy: Gentlemen, you know the rules–there are no rules. This is a fight to the finish. The first man who’s dead loses.
Popeye: I’m a very tolerant man, except when it comes to holding a grudge.