Hank Yarbo: Look lively, ye filthy dogs! Kill the jibs! Shiver the timbers! Fire the cannons!
Sailor: We are.
Hank Yarbo: Oh, that's what that noise is?
Brent Leroy: YAAAARRRRRBO! It's high time I split ye carcass from crown to crotch!
[pulls a light saber]
Hank Yarbo: Bring it on, FATBEARD!
Brent Leroy: Fatbeard? I don't have a beard.
Hank Yarbo: Distracted you.
[Hank punches Brent in the nose]