Popeye1980

Popdeck Pappy:
Cut me down from this yardarm. He's gettin' away with that rotten little insect on a stool pigeon.

Popeye:
Cut ya down?

Poopdeck Pappy:
Cut me down. Cut me down.

Popeye:
[grabbing a knife] Cut ya down, cut ya down.

Poopdeck Pappy:
Cut me down.

[Popeye does that. Pappy lands flat on his face and breaking the chair, chirping birds are heard.]

Popeye:
I, uh, cut you down.

Poopdeck Pappy:
Ugh, you idiot!!

Popeye:
You said cut you down.

Poopdeck Pappy:
I didn't say cut me down, I said get me down, get me down! And don't you ever pick up another knife, if you do, I'll make you eat it. You'll be known as The Sword Swallowin' Sailor!

[Thumps Popeye in the chest with his forearm.]

Popeye:
That's me pap. That's me pap, I know he is.