Return to Treasure Island

Van Der Brecken:
North? No, no no, no! Go north and you dig your grave with your feet!

Abed:
That all mighty fine for you, innit? What about me? Where I gonna go? To Hell I suppose.

Jim Hawkins:
I think you'll find it cooler in England.

Conchita:
Always I bring you trouble.

Jim Hawkins:
Nonsense.

Conchita:
Yes, I'm bad luck for you I think.

Jim Hawkins:
We have a saying in the West Country, where I come from: 'What the fates decree, must be'

Conchita:
We say: 'El destino'.

Jim Hawkins:
El destino. It's nobody's fault.

Conchita:
We also say: if you fight the fates you make the gods your enemies. [they kiss passionately]

Long John Silver:
Well Jim, as I've had cause to remark to you before: ain't nothing so beautibul as fortune. [laughs]

Garcia:
I'll tell you what your rights are: to break stones for my road! To strain and sweat until you pray for death to release you. You are a strong man. I estimate, eh... a month.

Long John Silver:
[to Garcia] No offence, sir... [indicates if the pistol may be removed from his throat, which Garcia grants]... but you and me we be o' the same kidney. We has our ends inside as you might say, and we ain't too particular regarding the means to those ends.

Van Der Brecken:
Silver, I say: if we can escape, we escape and to blazes with the gold!

Long John Silver:
But I say: there's no escape without Silver. And Silver ain't quitting this pitt o' hell empty handed, by the powers!

Dr. Livesey:
Trelawney!

Trelawney:
No, no, no, no, no, doctor. Enough of your shilley shalley. We sail for Jamaica on first tide.

Long John Silver:
But you can't hardly maroon me, not in this wilderness!

Van Der Brecken:
Why not?

Rev. Morgan:
It wouldn't be a Christian action.

Van Der Brecken:
Christian? We are talking of Silver!

Jim Hawkins:
With some people, it's better to keep them under your eye then out of your sight.

Mrs. Huysmans:
My husband used to say that you should judge a people not by the worst of them, but by the best.

Isabella:
You! A general here.

Don Pedro:
Unfortunately, yes. I know, the last place you'd expect to find me.

Isabella:
I must go to my uncle in Mexico, he expects me. I have nowhere else to go.

Jim Hawkins:
But Isabella...

Isabella:
You must go. I must go.

Jim Hawkins:
[sighs] If only we had time...

Jim Hawkins:
Go please, quickly, 't was not ordained. [they kiss one last time]

Ben Gunn:
[exclaiming in the middle of a sentence] Mother o' mercy, it's a ghost ship!

Long John Silver:
Aye... They can rig the gallows, they can tie the noose... Be a drumroll and a parson, all complete, and still a man can save his neck. It's when they drops you, that's the time to start a worrying.

Don Pedro:
Hang the Dutch swine!

Caleb Lewis:
You're all blab, SIlver. Where's your map, eh? I ain't seen it!

Long John Silver:
Show me a ship and I'll show you a map.

Gaynes:
You want him dead the same as I do.

Hallows:
Yes, but at my convenience.

Gaynes:
Your convenience, my neck!

Caleb Lewis:
And Silver?

Hallows:
What about him?

Caleb Lewis:
This: there ain't no bottom to that man's treachery. I don't move until we've settled him, for good and all.

Long John Silver:
Maybe there's a deputation in wigs and lace and a pipeband awaiting for you in Kingston harbour, but as sure as a gun, there's a rope awaiting for John Silver.

Hallows:
[to Hawkins] I've had enough of your prying and insinuations and I'm tired of being told my business by a... jumped up inkeepers son!

Hallows:
[to Sharpe] Get out of my way, whining rat.

Devereaux:
Well, don't play the bumpkin with me, boy! The map! Where have you hidden it?

Rev. Morgan:
[being awoken by a knock on his door] What in the name of Be?lzebub?

Jim Hawkins:
Every man seeks wealth in his own way.

Van Der Brecken:
And they are blind. This is the wealth of the new world my good friend: freedom. They look at it, but they don't see it.

Van Der Brecken:
I come from a little country where a man trips over his neighbours boots. I cannot breathe in a place like that.

Long John Silver:
[Ben Gunn hands Silver a bottle] Ben, you're keen on plankton corking, so you are!

Jim Hawkins:
Shouldn't you stay out of the heat?

Isabella:
For me, the sunshine is like wine. In Scotland I never saw the sun. Always it rained.

Jim Hawkins:
Still, too much wine and eh...

Isabella:
Of course, you would know, an innkeepers son.

Moxon:
Well, navigation is my passion, sir.

Captain Parker:
Really? You've kept it pretty well hidden, the last month and a half.

Moxon:
This ship, is a prize of war. And you, and your men, can consider yourself prisoners of war.

Captain Parker:
War? Is that what you call it? I call it piracy.

Jim Hawkins:
Ben, there are times when your meddling is nothing short of miraculous.

Gridley:
One hint of trouble outta you, and there'll be a second seacook over the side. [Silver sits down, chains rattling] I aint never seen a one legged man swim! [laughs]

Dr. Leach:
I, I have no virtues, only failings. And paramount among them is abject cowardice. I want no part of your plots.

Lopez:
And I have a soft bed, too, in the stables!

Long John Silver:
I'd a put you in the pigsty, but then I ain't superintendent.

Lopez:
[Lopez has found the gold Silver was taking away and gasps for air] My dear friend, how can I possibly thank you enough? Oh, I have an inspiration: I finish you first.

Van Der Brecken:
[shouting] Silver! You are crippled in body and crippled in soul!

Long John Silver:
You Dutch boobie! We'll beat the swabs yet.

Long John Silver:
Jim! Stick close to me. And don't open your mouth. Your life ain't worth a brass button in this place.

Long John Silver:
That's a dangerous man. Keelhauled he were, by Captain Flint and his crew, hence his name. Only man I ever knew that were keelhauled, and lived...

Long John Silver:
I reckon you can count on Jim Hawkins to see you right.

Abed:
Then I be massa Hawkins slave.

Long John Silver:
That will never happen to you, boy! And freedom don't give you license to blaggard a true man.

Van Der Brecken:
Silver...

Jim Hawkins:
He'll be the saving ouf us.

Van Der Brecken:
Nah.

Jim Hawkins:
You'll see...

Van Der Brecken:
I think maybe you'll never learn.

Long John Silver:
I'll give you a word of council, matey. When you see a man with one leg, look to his arm. For you'll find it's steel. By reason of necessity you might say. [laughs] Who's next to try his grip with an old cripple?

Hockley:
A fortune is easily promised, Silver. I want a sight o' your gold.

Long John Silver:
Talk sense, a man don't keep his gold in a prison cell.

Long John Silver:
That map's no more use to you than a bucket full o' bry, without me to read it for you.

Trelawney:
[Joe has been captured] Now fellow, let's hear what you have to say.

Dr. Livesey:
I fear you'll not get a word out of him, Trelawney.

Trelawney:
A stubborn dog you think? But then you're a kindly and merciful sort of man, Livesey. I flatter myself that I on the other hand will succeed in losening his tongue!

Dr. Livesey:
That is precisely what you will not be able to do. He does not possess a tongue.

Long John Silver:
[spits out his drink] This beer's too smo!. It ain't reasonable to expect a man to face a hanging judge with nothing but a slop in his belly!

Sir Solomon Pridham:
[about to pass judgement] John Silver, the catalogue of your crimes is unparalleled even in my experience. The pitty is that you have but one neck to forfeit.

Long John Silver:
[arriving at Treasure Island, Jim spots a ship already there] Hallows!

Jim Hawkins:
[defeated] Hallows.

Isabella:
Then we're too late.

Long John Silver:
Not by a sea mile, lady. Hallows has the map, aye, but he don't know how to read it.

Abed:
What happened?

Long John Silver:
Nothin' that's an advantage to us, that's for sure. We has to revise our plans, and double sharp.

Jim Hawkins:
[to Long John] Changed sides again? I asked the same question on this very spot ten years ago.

Van Der Brecken:
I think Jim has needs of his friends.

Trelawney:
We'll lay it in, by heaven, every last stitch of canvas, Smollett!

Van Der Brecken:
No, no, no no. We take my boat.

Capt. Smollett:
That's sense. She's as trim a vessel as ever I saw.

Trelawney:
Well, I'll swim if I get this faster, what? Hm?

Hallows:
Treachery, Silver, there's a stench of it about you.

Long John Silver:
[shouting] I tell you Flint left his mark!

Hallows:
Well I tell you there's none.

Trelawney:
But sir, Silver has saved our lives over and over again.

Jim Hawkins:
Ah, but how many lives has he taken, eh? Answer me that? [a beat] Enough to hang an Archangel twenty times over!

Hallows:
I have possession of the schooner, you see? [his men cheer and laugh] And to quote your own colourful words: 'that gives me the whole bucket of bry'.

Long John Silver:
Do it so, you poor booby.