00:10The End
00:32When I get that runt in the ring tonight, I'll murder him.
00:44Pepper, salt, mustard, cider. You gotta work hard to be a fighter.
00:51I better check up on liver muscles. There's no sense in overtraining.
00:57Wow. I gotta slow that monster down or he'll murder me.
01:02That's enough, Popeye. Now to punch the sandbag.
01:20All righty, Popeye. We'll do five minutes on the sandbag.
01:34Guess I'll have to use me old whisker punch.
01:48One, two, follow through. Three, four, squeeze in more. Five, six, luto-wee licks.
01:59Seven, eight, keep punching, mate. Five, ten, start again.
02:10Come on, Popeye. Quit stalling.
02:21Popeye, we'll wind up training with road work all the way to the fight arena.
02:34I gotta slow him down.
02:58We're nearly there, Popeye.
03:03Come on, Popeye. You'll be late for the fight.
03:06Come on, Popeye. You'll be late for the fight.
03:30Come on.
03:44Okay, Popeye, here we are.
03:47What?
03:53So-long, stupid. Ha-ha-ha-ha.
03:58Popeye, you've got to get in that ring
04:01And now for the stellar attraction
04:05In this corner, Bergeland Bluto
04:13And in this corner, his wavy opponent, Popeye the Sailor
04:54One, two, three, four
04:573, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.
05:52Hey, how about a picture, champ?
06:041, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9.
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