Captain Thomas Bartholomew Red:
Holy poker! You son of a double-eyed whore from the reeking gutters of Rotterdam!
The Frog - Jean-Baptiste:
Gold would be your ruin, Captain. It would cost ous our heads.
Captain Thomas Bartholomew Red:
It's easier to live without a head than without gold, you numskull!
The Frog - Jean-Baptiste:
I fight for hatred of the spanish, I fight for glory not gold.
Captain Thomas Bartholomew Red:
Man fights for what he lacks the most!
Padre:
Confess your sins, my son, and receive forgiveness before the Almighty.
Captain Thomas Bartholomew Red:
Well, Padre. I once had a mind to eat the Frog.
Padre:
God placed the beasts upon the Earth for man's sustenance, my son. Come now; what else besides?
Captain Thomas Bartholomew Red:
Beggin' your pardon, but that's the Frog standing alongside.
[
Nods toward his French shipmate]
Padre:
Well, now. That is another matter entirely...
Don Alfonso de la Torré:
I fear we have no vanilla.
Captain Linares:
Why are there never answers to the question's that truly matter.
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