GOODNESS.
i must be out in left field.
I thought it was:
“I YAM WHAT I YAM!”
That's the version in the Dell fragment in the Vatican Library.
Alternate translations were proposed but "I sweet-potatoe what I sweet-potatoe" (that was the Quayle variant MS) was determined to make no sense. While some argued that it was a little late in the day to start worrying about making sense, the majority of scholars determined that at least the appearance of comprehensibility should be preserved, so that reading was declared spurious by acclamation. However a small but obese cult still insists on that translation. They also maintain that that stuff in Popeye's pipe ain't exactly Kentucky Burley if you catch my drift. To the ritual meal of hamburgers and spinach, this sect adds sweet-potato fries.
Fat and Happy, the foundation of this sect is lost in the mists of history and legend, but the first High Priest, J. Wellington Wimpy, was noted for a surprisingly sophisticated doctrine of Proleptic Eschatology, neatly summed up in the liturgical formula, "I will gladly pay you Tuesday for a hamburger today. A number of Congressional Democrats are rumored to be secret adherents of the sect, to which Teddy the Hutt bears the same relationship that the Twelfth Imam bears to some sects of Islam.
A serious heresy arose from this sect, the cult which teaches that Bluto and Popeye are actual different avatars of the same Divine principle, Olive Oyl, whose love "moves the sun and other stars."
Oh! I think it's time for my medication.