"It 's full o' ile" Captain: Lay off, me hearties! Does n't yer know we 're in a hurry? Red Joe 's kickin' up has wasted a heap o' time. The Royal 'Arry will be showin' 'round the cliff any minute now. Red Joe 's safe. He 's tied up double. We 'll have a merry party arterward—with grog and angel cake. It 's business afore pleasure. Here, Duke, take the lantern. (He shakes it.) It 's full o' ile. Jest stir yer timber stump, Duke. Yer can foller, Patch. Yer follers better 'n yer leads. Some folks is pussycats.
Duke: He 's pokin' fun at yer, ol' lionheart.
Patch: Yer hurts me feelin's.
Duke: I 'll hurt yer in a fatter place—where yer sits—if yer does n't step along. Yer a yeller-livered, maggoty land fish. I curbs me tongue. I scorns yer worse 'n cow's milk. Go 'long, afore I loosens up and tells yer what yer are!
Captain: In about two minutes that blessed eye o' Petey will go out. We must set up the lantern afore the Royal 'Arry sticks her nose in sight.
Duke: By by, Joey. See yer later, ol' angel cake. Yer has jest time ter say "Now I lay me."
Captain: How 's the night, Duke?
Duke: Blacker than the Earl o' Hell's top-boots.
Darlin': I 'll jest stick me apron on me head and go 'long, too. It ain 't proper fer a lady as has me temptin' beauty ter be left alone with snoopers.
(The cabin is empty except for Red Joe. He strains at his cords, but is tied fast. You hear the voices of the pirates singing in the distance.)