Billy Bones:
Beware lad, beware.

Jim Hawkins:
What, the one-legged man?

Billy Bones:
Aye, but also, beware running with scissors or any other pointy object. It's all good fun, until someone loses an eye.

Rizzo:
What's wrong?

Gonzo:
It just feels so weird.

Rizzo:
You mean that Mr. Arrow's dead?

Gonzo:
Yeah, that... and my pants are filled with starfish.

Rizzo:
You and your hobbies.

Statler:
"Take a cruise," you said. "See the world," you said. Now here we are, stuck on the front of this stupid ship.

Waldorf:
Well, it could be worse. We could be stuck in the audience.

Zoot:
I'm confused. Are we with the pirates or with the frog captain?

Floyd:
Just play the gig, man. Never get involved in politics.

Animal:
Politics! Politics!

Rizzo:
Captured by crazed wild boars and about to be sacrificed hideously before a pagan altar.

Gonzo:
Are we lucky or what?

Gonzo:
One leg, Jim, count'em, one.

Benjamina Gunn:
You left me standing at the altar.

Captain Abraham Smollett:
I was on a ship headed for Zanzibar. I got cold feet.

Benjamina Gunn:
You're a frog. You're supposed to have cold feet.

Benjamina Gunn:
All right. No more Ms. Nice Guy.

Rizzo:
It's some kind of a blind fiend.

Gonzo:
I believe they prefer visually challenged fiend.

Rizzo:
He died? And this is supposed to be a kids' movie.

Rizzo:
I've gone way beyond afraid. Right now I'm somewhere between bedwetting and a near death experience.

Gonzo:
I'm getting taller. This is cool; I may have a future in the NBA

Captain Abraham Smollett:
Who hired this crew? This is undoubtedly the seediest bunch of cutthroats, villains and scoundrels I have ever seen, so who hired them?

Captain Abraham Smollett:
Your finger hired the crew?

Squire Trelawney:
No, that's silly. The man who *lives* in my finger hired the crew.

Benjamina Gunn:
You can't hurt my frog.

Billy Bones:
How does she bloody do that?

Mr. Samuel Erroll:
That will be 40 lashes and then you walk the plank.

Captain Abraham Smollett:
I didn't say that, Mr. Arrow.

Mr. Samuel Erroll:
I was anticipating your whim, Sir.

Gonzo:
I thought pirates had talking parrots as pets.

Long John Silver:
Talking... parrots?

Polly Lobster:
What an imagination. First pirates, now talking parrots, what's next - a singing, dancing mouse with his own amusement park?

Rizzo:
If you're going to be the cook on this ship, Mr. Silver, I am definitely going to need bigger pants.

Polly Lobster:
I could have been a lawyer, but I just had too much heart.

Clueless Morgan:
I have a lovely recipe for blackened rat.

Jim Hawkins:
That's the raging volcano? He's just a frog.

Rizzo:
Maybe he gets hopping mad.

Jim Hawkins:
I hate my life.

Gonzo:
I hate your life, too.

Rizzo:
If I had a life, I'd hate it.

Long John Silver:
Aw, hell, Jim. I could never harm you. You're honest and brave and true. You didn't learn that from me.

Jim Hawkins:
I learned it from my friends, Mr. Silver. Now, take your oars and row away. I never want to see you again. Ever.

Jim Hawkins:
Kill Captain Smollett, and you'll have to kill me.

Gonzo:
Kill Jim, and you'll have to kill me.

Squire Trelawney:
Kill Gonzo, and you'll have to kill me.

Rizzo:
Kill Squire Trelawney and Mr. Bimbo, and you'll have to... negotiate strenuously.

Benjamina Gunn:
Going somewhere, John-John?

Long John Silver:
Well, Master Hawkins, it seems that your little family has come together against me.

Spa'am:
Hmm... we see you have boom-boom sticks... bye bye.

Long John Silver:
Upstage, lads. This is my only number.

Polly Lobster:
Give it to him.

Clueless Morgan:
(Confused) But, um, it's not even his Birthday...

Rizzo:
The ocean. You know, the big blue wet thing.

Mr. Samuel Erroll:
Big Fat Bug-Faced Baby-Eating O'Brian.

Mr. Samuel Erroll:
Angel Marie.

Statler:
Waldorf, you old fool! We're heroes! We saved the pig and the frog.

Waldorf:
Well, it was too late to save the movie.

Gonzo:
Off to Zanzibar, to meet the Zanzibarbarians!

Squire Trelawney:
Gentlemen, this is a genuine bona-fide treasure map.

Jim Hawkins:
Really?

Squire Trelawney:
Oh, yes. Mr. Bimbo told me so.

Squire Trelawney:
Oh, Mr. Bimbo is the man who lives inside my finger. He is very smart. He's been to the moon.

Squire Trelawney:
Oh... twice.

Rizzo:
I smell a bozo.

Mr. Samuel Erroll:
Boogie, boogie, boogie. I am the ghost of Samuel Arrow. Boogie!

Captain Abraham Smollett:
Bejamiana, I'm sorry.

Benjamina Gunn:
SORRY? No, pal, sorry doesn't cut it. You left me standing on the ALTAR! My mother had come all the way from France! I was wearing her white heirloom wedding dress! THE CAKE WAS FILLED WITH LEMON CUSTARD!

Mr. Samuel Erroll:
Anyone caught dawdling will be shot on sight.

Captain Abraham Smollett:
I didn't say that, Mr. Erroll.

Mr. Samuel Erroll:
I was just paraphrasing, sir.

Long John Silver:
Well, Benjamina, this seems to be your day for renewing old... acquaintances.

Captain Abraham Smollett:
Oh, no! Him too?

Benjamina Gunn:
Well, maybe if you married me...

Polly Lobster:
Maybe Clueless Morgan is right. Maybe this is a cursed place.

Long John Silver:
I'll show you cursed, you yellow-bellied, toffee-hearted, lily-livered, little wuss of a crustacean!