Treasure Planet2002

Captain Amelia:
Dear Charlotte. To mule and blabber about a treasure map in front of this particular crew demonstrates a level of ineptitude that borders on the imbecilic. And I mean that is a very caring way.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[taken aback] "Imbecilic," did you say? Foolishness! I've got--

Captain Amelia:
[interrupting] May I see the Map, please?

[Delbert looks at Jim, Jim has a refusing look on his face. Delbert then gestures for him to give it up in a more serious manner. Jim tosses the Map to the Captain.]

Jim Hawkins:
[flatly] Here.

[The Captain catches the Map, then looks at it with an observing smile.]

Captain Amelia:
Hmm! Fascinating. [She then heads over to a cabinet and places the Map in a small chest.] Mr. Hawkins, in the future, you will address me as "Captain" or "Ma'am." Is that clear?

[Jim doesn't reply, but instead, rolls his eyes and looks away.]

Captain Amelia:
[glances back at Jim with a serious look and speaks in a more serious tone.] Mr. Hawkins?

Jim Hawkins:
[flatly and somewhat annoyed, but still respectful] Yes, ma'am.

Captain Amelia:
That'll do. [closes the cabinet and locks it. Puts the key in her pocket.] Gentlemen, this must be kept under lock and key when not in use. And, Doctor, again - with the greatest possible respect - zip your howling screamer.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
Captain, I assure you that--

Captain Amelia:
[interrupting] Let me make this as... monosyllabic as possible. I... don't much care for this crew you hired. They're-- How did I describe them, Arrow? I said something rather good this morning before coffee.

Mr. Arrow:
"A ludicrous parcel of driveling galoots", ma'am.

Captain Amelia:
[smiles smugly] There you go, poetry.

Dr. Delbert Doppler:
[indignant] Now, see here--!

Captain Amelia:
Doctor, I'd love to chat - tea, cake, the whole shebang - but I have a ship to launch, and you've got your outfit to buff up. Mr. Arrow, please escort these two neophytes down to the galley straightaway. Young Hawkins will be working for our cook, Mr. Silver.

Jim Hawkins:
[stops poking at a navigation tool and looks up, surprised] W-uh, what? The cook?