Caleb Lewis: You're all blab, SIlver. Where's your map, eh? I ain't seen it!
Long John Silver: Show me a ship and I'll show you a map.
Gaynes: You want him dead the same as I do.
Hallows: Yes, but at my convenience.
Gaynes: Your convenience, my neck!
Caleb Lewis: And Silver?
Hallows: What about him?
Caleb Lewis: This: there ain't no bottom to that man's treachery. I don't move until we've settled him, for good and all.
Long John Silver: Maybe there's a deputation in wigs and lace and a pipeband awaiting for you in Kingston harbour, but as sure as a gun, there's a rope awaiting for John Silver.