Roll call? [Reads from list] Long John Silver?
Aye aye, sir!
Short Stack Stevens?
Aye!
One-Eyed Jack?
Aye.
Black Eye Pete?
Yeah.
Walleyed Pike?
Aye.
Polly Lobster?
Mad Monty?
Aye.
Sweetums?
AYE.
...Old Tom?
Aye aye.
Real Old Tom?
Aye!
Dead Tom.
Aye aye!!
Clueless Morgan?
Huh?
Headless Bill. Headless Bill. [Mr. Arrow leans to the side and sees a headless puppet saluting in acknowledgment]
Big-Fat-Ugly-Bug-Face-Baby-Eating O'Brien?
Aye.
Angel Marie.
Aye, aye.
Hmm... hmm... Gentlemen, may I see you in my cabin? Immediately?
Who hired this crew? This is undoubtedly the seediest bunch of cutthroats, villains and scoundrels I have ever seen! So, who hired 'em? [whimpers, sniffles] [Jim, Rizzo, Gonzo, and officers point at Trelawney, who in turn points at his finger] Your finger hired the crew?
No, that's silly. The man who lives in my finger hired the crew - Mr. Bimbo. What? [listens through finger] Ah. Yeah, he relied heavily on the advice of our excellent cook, Long John Silver.
A cook, and a guy who lives in a bear's finger?
Exactly!
I'm starting to worry about this voyage.
Terrific. Captured by the young pigs and sacrificed hideously before the piglets alter.
Are we lucky or what?
One leg, Dorothy. Count 'em, one.
Of all the backwater, no-class piles of sand in the ocean, you had to wash up on mine.
Benjamina, I just want you to know that I'm sorry.
Sorry? No, no sorry doesn't cut it. You left me standing at the altar!
I was on a ship headed for Zanzibar. I got cold feet.
You're a frog. You're supposed to have cold feet! My mother came all the way from France. I was wearing her white lace dress. The cake was filled with lemon custard!
Benjamina? Fate has brought us together again. Well, actually, buried treasure and pirates brought us together--
Don't you start with me about pirates! After you jilted me, I took up with this Bernie Flint. The man was totally co-dependent!
You and Captain Flint?
Well, he was a pirate, I was a lady. You know the story. Smollett? He marooned me! Me! (Benjamina Gunn sobbing)
Oh, this it all my fault? What have I done to you?
All right! Not Scarecrow! No one maroons me and gets away with it!
I'm sorry.
Pardon? [Distracted, he loses his sword] Uh...I'm a frog. You know, slippery hands? [Long John Silver laughs and points his sword at Captain Smollett's throat] Erm... Y'know, I never really believed violence solved anything.
Oh, really? Allow me to disagree with you, Captain.
Kill Squire Trelawney and Mr. Bimbo and you'll have to... negotiate strenuously.
I suppose you'll be blowing the whistle on me now, won't you, Jim?
I suppose I will. You have to return to Bristol to stand trial. (raises his whistle)
Oh, I'm sorry, Jim. (Aims his pistol at him) I got a terrible fear of hanging. We're shipmates, aren't we, Jim? Gentlemen of fortune, together. Give us one more chance? (Jim does not drop his whistle, Long John lowers his pistol) Oh, hell, Jim. I could never harm you. You're honest and brave and true. You didn't learn that from me.
I learned it from my friends, Mr Silver. Now take your oars and row away. I never want to see you again, ever.
Oh, Jim? (He throws Jim Hawkins his compass and rows off) 'Tis a shame, really. We'd have made a great team, Jim
Well hello, Loooong John.
