"The leetle bones is me friends" Duke: I drops 'em in me mug, so 's they can get a smell o' rum. The leetle bones is me friends. I never throws less 'n a five spot. I makes a pint o' shakin' the bones till they rattles jolly. I likes the sound o' it even better 'n the blessed scrapin' o' a spoon what 's stirrin' grog. Write it on me tombstone—if I rots ashore—He was the kinder feller as never throwed less 'n a five spot.
Captain: Go 'long, Duke. Bones, as is kept waitin', sulks.
Duke: One 's enough. I 'm talkin' to yer, bones. I wants sixes, sweeties.
(As he throws Betsy jostles the candle with her arm. It overturns and falls. The cabin is dark. You can see her run from the cabin and pass the windows to the left.)
Duke: Now yer done it!
Patch: You is all thumbs, Betsy.
Captain: Easy, mates! It were jest an accident. Betsy, fetch a seacoal from the hearth! Betsy! We ain 't goin' ter wallop yer. Where are yer, Betsy?
Darlin': Come out o' yer hidin'!