Popeye, 1980
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.
