Dawg:
You plannin' to fight me with that little stick?
Morgan:
No, Uncle. With this!
[
Morgan reveals a loaded cannon and lights it, aiming it at Dawg]
Morgan:
Bad Dawg!
Morgan:
They're backwards.
William:
I assure you ma'am, they're normal in every respect.
Pirate:
We can't leave yet, Captain. We haven't put enough food on board.
Dawg Brown:
We need less mouths.
[
Shoots Pirate]
Dawg:
I love this.
[
arms extended into air]
Dawg:
I love it!
Morgan:
Give me the map.
William:
Give me... a kiss first.
William:
Congratulations, madam. There's another town you've destroyed.
Morgan:
Stop your chatter and say something Latin-ish.
Dawg:
[
watching Morgan and Shaw falling into the ocean] Love. Who can explain it?
William Shaw:
[
after catching Morgan hanging from a rope] I wish I'd never learned Latin.
Morgan:
[
about the Lieutenant's gun] By the way, that won't work. See, I took your balls.
Morgan:
[
about his sword fighting] Very pretty Mr. Shaw.
William Shaw:
Thank you, ma'am. I had the good fortune to study with a grand master in Vienna.
Morgan:
Glasspoole!
Glasspoole:
Aye!
Morgan:
[
to Shaw] Now, stop diddling and kill the man.
William Shaw:
Kill him? Bless me, we never got to that.
William:
It is hard to imagine which part of your life would require me to speak Latin.
William:
Why don't *you* row?
Morgan:
Why don't you *swim*?
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