- 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.
- 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!