Treasure Planet2002

[After Jim's argument with Scroop, Jim continues mopping the deck while Morph keeps an eye on him]

Jim Hawkins:
Well, this has been a fun day, huh? Makin' new friends, like that spider psycho.

Morph:
[turns into a miniature version of Scroop and tiptoes towards Jim creepily] Spider psycho. Spider psycho.

Jim Hawkins:
A little uglier.

Morph:
[laughs maniacally]

Jim Hawkins:
Pretty close.

[Morph shrugs]

John Silver:
[Morph turns back to normal when John Silver walks on the deck to dump out the trash] Well, thank heavens to little miracles. Up here for an hour, and the deck's still in one piece.

Jim Hawkins:
Um... look, I... what you did, thanks.

John Silver:
[looks at him sympathetically] Didn't your pap ever teach you to pick your fights a bit more carefully? [Jim looks away] Your father not the teachin' sort?

Jim Hawkins:
No. He was more the taking-off-and-never-coming-back sort.

John Silver:
[sympathetically] Oh... Sorry, lad.

Jim Hawkins:
Hey, no big deal. I'm doing just fine.

John Silver:
Is that so? [smirks] Well, since the Captain has put you in my charge, like it or not, I'll be pounding a few skills into that thick head of yours to keep you out of trouble.

Jim Hawkins:
What?

John Silver:
From now on, I'm not lettin' you out of me sight!

Jim Hawkins:
You can't d--!

John Silver:
You won't so much as eat, sleep, or scratch your BUM without my say-so!

Jim Hawkins:
Don't do me any favors!

John Silver:
Oh, you can be sure of that, lad! You can be sure of that! [laughs]