Well, it's, um, uh, nice.
Yes, nice. But? Um, but, uh, is it really fit for the gods?
[chuckling]
I have been around boats, believe me, and that, um, the pointy, tall, um, the long up and down thing.
The mast, yes, yes. The mast is good. Well, look at it. [stammering] There's not nearly enough, uh, um, rope.
Yes, rope. Exactly my point. Vertical ascension requires a lot more, uh, rope.
And look at this. [grunting, tapping on the bloat, clears his throat] This doesn't look at all secure. Chief, I'm sorry. I'm sorry, but in all, it is a complete do-over. [continues looking down]
Hmm. You know, Lord Miguel, if you wish to stay, you only need to say so.
[looks at a cave]
Oh, no, I can't. I have to go back with Tulio. We're... We're partners.
Big plans in the other world, huh?
Well, then, I better go get some more rope, huh?
Oh, Chief, um, forget about the rope. Um, my mistake.
Hey, to err is human.
[Miguel looks at Chief, stepping in a boat, walking up the building]
All right. In the dead of night, you and I grab some provisions, hijack one of those... longboats... and then, we... row back to Spain like there's no manana!
[Pause]
Back to Spain, yeah?
[uncertainly]
In... a rowboat.
[sarcastically]
Great. Sensational. And that's your plan, is it?
That's... pretty much it.
[delighted]
Well, I like it! So, how do we get on deck?
[pause]
In the dead of night, you and I grab some provisions, hijack one of those... longboats...
[laughing]
I don't think so. I... I'll tell you what. Uh, I'll let you come back to Spain with us, like you wanted, and, um, yeah, I can see my way clear to throwing you, mmm, ten percent?
[chuckling]
You know, maybe I won't go to Spain with you and take a third. [grabs a plate]
Ohh! Like you don't wanna go to Spain.
Oh, like you don't want me to want to go to Spain.
All right. Cards on the table. Uh, I want you to come to Spain with me and Miguel. Mostly me. Especially me. Only me. Forget Miguel.
Well, as long as that's what you want. Me too.
[drops the plate]
Deal. [kisses Tulio]
[Altivo walks to Miguel, gasping]
"Forget Miguel"? [sniffling] Well, forget Tulio. [walks down by Altivo]
[Altivo walks down by Miguel]