- Lt. Vaughan: Your name?
- Seaman Edward Jones: Edward Jones.
- Lt. Vaughan: You were born in Liverpool, weren't you?
- Seaman Edward Jones: Aye, but I'm an American! I've lived in Boston for over twenty...
- Lt. Vaughan: Born British, forever British. That's His Majesty's law!
- Chairman Caleb Parsons: Colonel Rogers rode all the way from New York.
- Col. Rogers: Rode? I flew! There was daylight between me and that saddle most of the way!
- Capt. James Marshall: There's a British fleet sitting outside Salem harbor right now.
- Col. Rogers: And the French coast will be blockaded by the time you get there.
- Capt. James Marshall: I'm not worried about getting in, Colonel. It's getting back with ten million in gold bullion. That's a big risk.
- Chairman Caleb Parsons: It's a risk that must be taken, Jim. It can mean the difference between winning and losing the war. Now, what about it?
- Capt. James Marshall: We might be able to do it - with the help of one man.
- [Jim finds Captain Waldridge, his mentor, partying with three women]
- Capt. James Marshall: Suppose you scatter these sea gulls from your rigging. I'd like to talk to you about something serious.
- Capt. Ben Waldridge: You'll have to go, ladies, he's going to scold me. You know, I didn't tell you - it's a dark family secret - but Captain Marshall is my grandfather.
- Capt. Ben Waldridge: Hook, you're drunk!
- Hook: No, sir! The grog's not yet been brewed that can unsober the old Hook.
- Hook: Alright, boys, to the ship. And them that's tardy will fell the weight of this!
- [he brandishes his right arm with its hook]
- [discussing Captain Waldridge's mini-submarine]
- Redlegs: Sail under the water indeed - why, it's unchristian!
- [Redlegs tries to calculate each mutineers' share of the gold they plan to steal]
- Redlegs: Five million divided by two, three, four, six, seven, eight...
- Hook: Stand away! Give 'im air. Can't you see he's sailin' uncharted waters!
- Redlegs: One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. One, two, three, four, five...
- Hook: What is it, matey? Can I help you?
- Redlegs: Hook, lift up my feet. I'll need my toes to mathematic this out.