Treasure Planet (2002)
Brian Murray: John Silver
John Silver : Now you listen to me, James Hawkins. You got the makings of greatness in you, but you got to take the helm and chart your own course. Stick to it, no matter the squalls! And when the time comes you get the chance to really test the cut of your sails, and show what you're made of... well, I hope I'm there, catching some of the light coming off you that day.
John Silver : Look at you! Glowing like a solar fire. You're something special, Jim. You're gonna rattle the stars, you are!
Jim Hawkins : All that talk of greatness, light coming off my sails... What a joke.
John Silver : Now see here, Jimbo...
Jim Hawkins : I mean, at least you taught me something, "Stick to it", right? Well, That's just what I'm gonna do! I'm going to make sure that you never see one drubloon of *my* treasure!
John Silver : That treasure is owed me, by 'tunder!
Jim Hawkins : Well, try to find it without *my* map, "by 'tunder"!
John Silver : Ohhh, you still don't know how to pick your fights, do ya, boy? Now, mark me. Either I get that map by dawn t'morrow or so help me, I'll use the ships cannons t'blast ya'll ta kingdom come!
John Silver : If I could maneuver a skiff like that when I was your age, they'd be bowing in the streets when I walked by today.
Morph : Bowing in the streets!
Jim Hawkins : I dunno... they weren't exactly singing my praises when I left home. But I'm gonna change all that.
John Silver : Are ya now? How so?
Jim Hawkins : Ah, I've got some plans... to make people see me a little different.
John Silver : Oh. Sometimes - plans go astray.
Jim Hawkins : Not this time.
John Silver : [to Captain Amelia] Ahh, t'is a grand day for sailin', Cap'n! And lookit yeh! You're as trim an' as bonnie as a sloop with new sails and a fresh coat o' paint!
[takes off his hat and bows to her]
Captain Amelia : You can keep that kind of flim-flammery for your spaceport floozies, Silver!
Morph : [changes into a miniature Amelia and mimics her] Spaceport floozies, spaceport floozies-
[Silver scoops him into his hat and puts it on]
John Silver : Yeh cut me to the quick, Cap'n! I speaks nothin' but me heart, at all times...
[Silver's hat suddenly rises off his head and Morph squeaks from under it]
Morph : Nothin' but me heart...
John Silver : [nervously] A-hem!
John Silver : If you pardon my plain speakin', gentlemen, are you all...
[screams as he swings his sword around]
John Silver : ... stark-ravin', totally blinkin' daft? After all my finagling to get us hired as an upstanding crew, you want to blow the mutiny before it's time?
Scroop : The boy was sniffing about.
John Silver : You just stick to the plan, you bug-brained twit. As for the boy, I'll run him so ragged he'll barely have time to think.
Scroop : I say we kill 'em all now.
John Silver : "I say"? What's this "I say"? Disobey my orders again like that stunt you pulled with Mr. Arrow, and so help me - you'll be *joinin'* him!
Scroop : Strong talk, but I know otherwise.
John Silver : You got somethin' to say, Scroop?
Scroop : It's that boy. Methinks you have a soft spot for him.
John Silver : Now mark me, the lot of ya! I care about one thing, and one thing only: Flint's trove! You think I'd risk it all for the sake of some nose-wipin' little whelp?
Scroop : What was it now? "Oh, you got the makings of greatness in ya!"
John Silver : Shut yer gap! I cozied up to that kid to keep 'im off our scent! But I ain't gone soft!
Jim Hawkins : You know, these purps are kinda like the ones back home. On Montressor. You ever been there?
John Silver : Ah, can't says I have, Jimbo.
Jim Hawkins : Come to think of it, just before I left I met this old guy, who was, um, who was kinda looking for a cyborg buddy of his.
John Silver : Is that so?
Jim Hawkins : Yeah. What was that old salamander's name? Oh, yeah. Bones. Billy Bones.
John Silver : Bones? Bones? 'Tain't ringin' any bells. Must have been another cyborg. There's a slew of cyborgs roamin' this port.
John Silver : Why, Mister Arrow, sir. Bringin' in such fine and distinguished gents to grace my humble galley. Had I known, I'd have tucked in me shirt.
John Silver : We best be keeping a sharp eye on this one, eh, Morph? Wouldn't want him strayin' into things he shouldn't.